“We have assembled here the finest minds and judgments in the world; eight humans and one Ktistec machine, myself. Remember that there are nine of us. It might be important.” The nine finest minds were: Epiktistcs, the transcendent machine who put the “‘K” in …
An excerpt from A. A. Milne’s delightful book Once On a Time, as published in full at the Esoteric Library
This shortbread-like cookie recipe comes in a large and a jumbo size.
Why laughter is the best medicine. is short description of how you can be in the timeless now.
You tell me a painting hung upside down in a museum for years and nobody noticed? I say, great! A new perspective!
Sometimes They tell you things you need to hear
Sometimes They tell you things you shouldn’t hear
This oatmeal cookie recipe is adapted from the one on the Quaker Oats lid. I reduce the sugar, add extra liquid in the form of one more egg and maybe some yogurt. The result is like little bite-sized quick-breads, less short and less sugary, …
Tread softly because you tread on my words.
I had been in one of those sleeps which do not let go of the heart,
And was thick-tongued and weepy, searching blindly in the dark sleeping car for my papers.
Astro, in the light of day, was jeans-clad and sneakered. She wore a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up past her tanned forearms. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tail, and gleamed with shiny health. “Anyway, I just wanted to apologise.” She held up the bouquet of roses.
the economic logistics of public transportation;
from our newest blog member, My Life on a Legal Pad
we try to communicate
A poem about shoes. Or regrets. You decide.
No one cared about old woodies. You threw them away and got another one. Who would believe that they would go for $90,000 in years to come? Not I, that’s for sure.
Lyrics are not complete as poetry. They are created with an additional element, and you just can’t take that away- it’s like printing a poem without any vowels. The music is integral to the form- most of the time. And, yes, there are poets …
One sunny spring day, at the tender age of 25 I was out and about in my favorite place in the world, Stockholm the capital of Sweden. I was walking the streets, not really looking for anything when I happened upon a small thriftstore …
My daughter was a stay-awake baby. Sometimes, to shorten the process, we would load her in the car and drive out into the lyrical Pennsylvania countryside, watching the colors of night gather in the sky, the green trees enrich their hues as night fell. …
An essay about BDSM terms. Adult subject, but not graphic or erotic in content.
Prepare your ingredients; Chop the Broccoli into very small florets. Smaller than these. Figure a half-cup per serving. Chop Garlic fine. Lots! Chop a Cured Meat into small dice; the original was pancetta but I’ve used Prosciutto, Smithfield ham, Black forest ham, Cheap ham …