Now for weeks I’d tell you this is surely the last manuscript I am sending you (I truly thought so) but God said last night I was wrong because we had not reached seven, well now we have I have attached manuscript number 17, focus on the seven not one and also it has seven chapters.
Dude, go ahead and write the other 760 manuscripts. We all know that’s where this is heading.
“I feel like I have dragged you into my world.”
“No, I got here on my own, but I appreciate the company.”
Because it’s true
“You should really let me dress you.”
‘A New Language,’ a Poem by Casandra M. Lopez for National Poetry Month
A NEW LANGUAGE My words are always collapsing upon themselves, they feel too tight in my mouth. I want a new language. One with at least 50 words for grief and 50 words for love, so I can offer them to the living who mourn the dead. I want a language that understands sister-pain and heart-hurt. So when I tell you Brother is my hook of heart, you will see the needle threading me to the others, numbered men, women and children of our grit spit city. I want a language to tell you about 2010’s 37th homicide. The unsolved, all I know about a man, my city turned to number, always sparking memory, back to longer days when: Ocean is the mouth of summer. Our shell fingers drive into sand, searching–we find tiny silver sand crabs we scoop and scoop till we bore and go in search of tangy seaweed.
New species of bat found, Niumbaha superba, and it’s adorable.
Oh wow! I’m glad people are as excited about animals as I am. Here’s some additional photos. Fun fact: this bat is so different from others that a new genus was created!
wow an angel baby
I consistently forget these tricks. Now I have a visual. Thanks, Internet.
I wish I’d known this in undergrad.
Sending this to my coworkers on Monday.
Know your boolean phrasology
…what bothers me is all the classes I had to sit through going over various boolean terms AND STILL NEVER COVERED THE ~ OR “..”
For the first time in a long while, I see a possibility of friendship.