Wow. It’s been more than two weeks since my last momento. I haven’t stopped writing though, it’s just that I’m working on *stories* instead of momentos, and not posting them here. But one of the stories I’m working on *was* inspired by a photo on the “Tempest in a Teapot” blog, so I’ll post a snippet, just so the blog doesn’t look dead!
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Inspired by this image on Tempest in a Teapot, a photo blog by Prospero’s Daughter. (This is a copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.)
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Terran Diplomatic Envoy Michael Glaine took inventory of his miseries: Yes, he was hot, thirsty, and way beyond tired of the so-called “primitive charms” of this backwater ball of mud. And egads, his feet! Two lead weights, more like. Muscles he hadn’t known existed protested six nights of sleeping on the ground, and seven days of marching over the rutted track that the Xantosians thought of as a road. Of course, in an Herculean display of diplomatic fortitude, none of this showed on his face, nor in his enthusiastic responses to the natives as they pointed out yet another “magnificent” feature of the interminable landscape.
Happy Birthday
To me! A half a century of living. Am I an elder yet? AARP thinks so, but I certainly don’t feel wise enough to be an “elder.”
It’s also our anniversary, so I’m taking the day off to spend time with my honey!
The “n”
Inspired by this image on Double Exposure, a photo blog by cscs. (This is a scaled-down copy. Click on the picture to go to the original.) Note, this is best read after reading Empire State Building
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The transport whooshed by, ruffling Daniel’s hair with the wind of its nearly silent passage, its details reduced to a blur by its speed. The sight tickled one of the blank spots in his memory. Somehow, he knew that he should recognize it, but he had no clue why he should recognize it.
Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln…
Marshall Whittman wrote today on his Bull Moose blog that:
Rovian politics will result in a meager domestic legacy for this President. Besides moving the judiciary to the right…
This strikes me as one of those “Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?” moments.