Election Season Reminder

For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions..., waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ....

Remind them to be submissive to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready for every good work, to speak evil of no one, to avoid quarreling, to be gentle, and to show perfect courtesy toward all people. For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, led astray, slaves to various passions and pleasures, passing our days in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another.

But when the goodness and loving kindness of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to his own mercy.... (Titus 2:11–3:5, abridged)

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Soemthign

The story so far...

The journey was quick, about eighteen hours. Along the way, Asrayah unsealed his packet of orders. (Normally one was given the option to accept a mission, he explained.) Once on Thebe, the group was to proceed to the colony of Soemthign.

Echo Park, Dinosaur National Monument

Me, Dave, and Jess went on an adventure. (Grammarians may object that it ought to be spelt "Dave, Jess, and I", but it must be remembered that this is an adventure and so different rules of syntax are at play.)

Writing is so cathartic. The page understands all, and it never judges form or content. It listens and doesn't interrupt. It's OK if you're super random and can't form a coherent thought; it will wait until you can. It allows you to take it back if you say something stupid. It remembers it if you say something well.

The hacker surveyed the limp body on the ground as blood slowly pooled underneath. He blew on the tip of his Beretta 9mm and holstered it. The crowd watched, waited in horror. He turned to face them and screamed, "Would anybody else like to," he made air-quotes, "'hack' the 'mainframe'?!"

There is no feeling in the world like involuntary crying because you're facing the wind, while not breathing because your nose is clogged but mouth-breathing causes your glasses to fog because, again, you're facing the wind. Photography, I have missed thee.

The cowboy stared down the townspeople, refusing to relinquish his prize. Two cholulas, he said. No man should have that power.

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Concordat

The story so far...

As their eyes adjusted to the inside light, a reception droid with an oversynthesized female voice greeted them. "Welcome to the Ivory Tower, Mr. Forte. Your android will please remain in this area." She gestured to a door on their left as Sparky, obviously familiar with his surroundings, ambled towards it. "The Concordat is expecting you. Please go up."

The elevator was slow, and let out into a dark velvet chamber. Three rows of pew benches faced a long, baroque desk, at which sat five robed figures. The middle one intoned in a deep voice, "Be seated and await the judgment of the Concordat."

Snow

The man said, The snow is like a woman. It is fickle, one minute blowing about, the next settling into drifts. It can never decide what it wants and the whole time it is stinging your face and chilling your feet.

The woman said, The snow is like a man. It embraces you, but it always does what it wants and never thinks of you. You may think it is solid but it will deceive you and you will fall in deep drifts.

The sage said, The snow is like death, for we are with it all our lives, and a little makes us feel more alive, but to be caught in too much is to die.

But the child said, The snow is like life, and he jumped in and enjoyed it.

Cloudy dragonfire,
Mountain wreathed in orange flame,
Alpenglow sunset.