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Some recent work
gbullard on Jan. 27, 2009
Vomit
"Happy birthday!"
Pepperoni pizza and chocolate cake.
I shouldn't have drank a second can of Dr. Pepper.
I definitely shouldn't have gone to the K-Mart with my older brother after that kind of a birthday feast.
But I needed Mutagen Man. I wanted Astronaut Raph. I wanted a Bebop to match my Rocksteady. I was sick of my brother's rare edition of Shredder and I wanted an Ace Duck to brag about. I wanted a second storage shell Leo. I wanted those. I needed Mutagen Man.
venngirl on Feb. 12, 2009
Dogbasket.
Warm, cosy.
A place of one’s own.
But one can’t call a dogbasket a room, a refuge.
Surely a dogbasket is a place for a dog. Yes, well that would seem reasonable, but life’s not like that.
Tomas, the Monks, and the Four Skeletons
Alighieri on Feb. 9, 2009
Glass. A shard. Set it here, in the jig. Match shape to shape, edge to edge. Scour the glass. Break it. Set it here, in the jig. Match shape to shape, edge to edge. The act is tedious, monotonous.
When all of the pieces were cut and put into place, Tomas began the work of sealing the edges of the glass with foil, a slow process that took weeks. After he finished he began to solder, melting lead onto the foil and in between the cracks. The completed stained glass window had taken him over a year to create by himself, and when done soldering the last of the cables to the window, he loaded up the pieces into his cart, and traveled for a full month to deliver the work to the monastery. The monks had requested something more lively than the plain unadorned panes in their chapel.
sandpiper7 on Feb. 4, 2009
mistake
two mistakes
enormous mistakes upon innumerable mistakes
where to go from here, but toward yet more mistakes?
I read yesterday that the human erring should be followed by 'repeating the error is diabolical.' Where did divine go?
It is possible that reading that was the mistake. It flips the positive homily into the free-market way of getting on better faster more with everything, maximising every leverage against the pushable envelope into the blue of the sky that sets its benchmark in the pipeline outside of the box
Error, of course, comes from the Latin word for straying from the path. To err is to explore; whatever we get wrong is the way towards getting something spectacularly right. Chewing gum is a mistake, he was trying to make a cheap replacement for the rubber on the soles of shoes. (Maybe that's why the sticks have that tyre-tread pattern.) Post-it ...