The Indigestible

So many pressures from so many fronts lately, and I forgot about this, this thing I saw.

I'm not sure why I…

So I was toddling off to get shots of our imaging magnets, which aren't interesting since they resemble, mostly, plastic-wrapped donuts large enough to drive a bike through.

But our campus is sprawled, and I had to cross surface streets to get to my…

I wasn't sure I was right when I saw them. It seemed … either improbable, or… Here? In this town? Really?

As I walked along and they walked along, here in the middle of our small town, I saw it was true.

They were in their late teens, or early twenties, and they were walking along, and I nodded at them as they passed.

Two boys, holding hands.

I paused for a moment and stared after them, my Nikon D50 in my hand.

You'd have to know the town to know why I was paralyzed.

For a moment, for just a moment, as the lovers passed me, I knew I was not alone.

But … that used to be me. Holding hands with my boyfriend, walking down the street, certain and immortal.

Where did it go? That confrontational, fearless flame?

Really quite good.

Anent my comments earlier, Saudi Arabia is a Muslim theocracy and the home state of virtually all of the 11 September hijackers. There's virtually nothing that I'm likely to agree with, if it's based in Saudi law.

Virtually nothing. Reuters tells us, via Boing Boing:

A Saudi court of cassation upheld a ruling to behead and crucify a 22-year-old man convicted of raping five children and leaving one of them to die in the desert, newspapers reported on Tuesday.

Okay, okay, I get it. Even the most religiously overwrought can occasionally get something right.

...John Evander Couey, a piece of human filth who raped a nine-year-old girl (probably repeatedly) in 2005, then buried her alive and left her to die and who was later given the capital sentence for his vile deeds, did us all a favor by dropping dead yesterday.

He managed to show a little initiative at last, and did it on his own, though he lacked the courage to actually kill himself.

It almost sneaked by, but Indigestible turned three years old this month. On the sixteenth, to be precise.

It's because, unlike Bush, Obama hasn't set up "free speech zones" to corral protesters miles away from where the events are actually taking place.

There's a lot this administration could be doing better, but only the most hardline Kool-Aid swilling Birthtard would disagree that this single change is, on balance, an improvement.

This is it.

Just thought you'd like to know. Thanks for tuning in.

You poor, sad, life-not-having bastards.

Now go somewhere and get laid or something, will you? It's Friday night. Jesus.

I just realized my Beasts of Delphos was officially out on Amazon 6 July 2004.

Barris et Allis eksisui!

Well, me too.

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This is way beyond cool.

An egg collected by Charles Darwin during his voyage on HMS Beagle has been rediscovered at Cambridge University.

The small dark brown egg, with Darwin's name written on it, was found by a retired volunteer at the university's zoology museum.

It bears a large crack, caused after the great naturalist put it in a box that was too small for it.

Happy Easter from Charles Darwin!

What I wrote in 2004:

They still ride in the lock of time, breathing with trillions of others across three wide dimensions and a fourth still unbroken in one direction, and they know they will die but will never die, for this is the feeling that has moved every man from the first human stirring of heart in the first chest in the first forgotten primordial wild. Before there were paintings on cave walls there was this. After words have died forever from the universe, this will remain.

Jektres. Renetta. His and Rena’s rejected fetus. Jek’s seed in him once and his in Jek. They are in this as well. With Link and Nik and Sholi, and everyone else that may be before them in their lives, and those around them now, fusing in bliss and flesh and thought. His mother and father. His uncle and his aunts and his other uncle. Everyone who has ever been complete in any other. Uncounted trillions and trillions of cells dividing and forming and shimmering and spreading. He and Link have joined the throbbing choir of life. Chloroplast taking in light. Sperm entering egg. Harmony and counterpoint, melody and syncopation. Song. Song. Song.

What I wrote tonight:
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This is just plain weird.

Now many, many, many of you might look at this and think oh, winter, so what?

Well, this is what the landscape more normally looks like.
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