Oh no, it happened to me: I felt frustration over the loss of headphone jacks in modern mobile phone hardware AND how absurdly huge phones have gotten. And now I feel like I need to hoard a collection of phones that are small and retain the jack.
Tag: old
New Fiction 2021 – July
“Revisited, Part One” by Anonymous (2003)
You can hear the same story a hundred times and find a different telling.
“Ha’mara” by Kevin G. Summers (2003)
If the song is of a genuine soul.
“The Orb of Opportunity” by Michael A. Martin and Andy Mangels (2003)
The end result can’t be known.
“Broken Oaths” by Keith R. A. DeCandido (2003)
Festering is in poor taste, but satisfying nonetheless.
“… Loved I Not Honor More” by Christopher L. Bennett (2003)
Do not forget yourself.
“Three Sides to Every Story” by Terri Osborne (2003)
The world is replete with tragic ends.
“The Devil You Know” by Heather Jarman (2003)
Is the price the only penance?
“Foundlings” by Jeffrey Lang (2003)
A flow chart’s inevitable path.
“Chiaroscuro” by Geoffrey Thorne (2003)
The center cannot hold behind a locked door.
“Face Value” by Una McCormack (2003)
The enemy of my enemy is my necessity.
“The Calling” by Andrew J. Robinson (2003)
Touring farm houses in a tornado.
“Revisited, Part Two” by Anonymous (2003)
After all, you knew.
“Dissection-chan” by Junji Ito (2015)
The soil is purest where we cannot see.
“Blackbird” by Junji Ito (2015)
It’s anchored to the middle.
“Magami Nanakuse” by Junji Ito (2015)
Follow, like, and stay home.
“Whispering Woman” by Junji Ito (2015)
Trust the stranger to provide a whisper.
“Security Booth” dev. Kyle Horwood (2021)
I cannot abandon the sense of place.
Simply Mindy dev. Sexums (2016)
If fucking is the objective, what is the journey?
Zola dir. Janicza Bravo (2021)
Perhaps a respite from the utter seriousness of the pursuers.
A Quiet Place Part II dir. John Krasinski (2021)
The hero is always going to find themselves alone.
Black Widow dir. Cate Shortland (2021)
Circle around to the time warp.
F9 dir. Justin Lin (2021)
The bloat of certainty.
Pig dir. Michael Sarnoski (2021)
The sheen of asphalt has never been so inviting.
Old dir. M. Night Shyamalan (2021)
You could’ve left us wanting.
Snake Eyes dir. Robert Schwentke (2021)
A missed connection.
Jungle Cruise dir. Jaume Collet-Serra (2021)
The rope sags most in the middle.
New Fiction 2021 – July
“Revisited, Part One” by Anonymous (2003)
You can hear the same story a hundred times and find a different telling.
“Ha’mara” by Kevin G. Summers (2003)
If the song is of a genuine soul.
“The Orb of Opportunity” by Michael A. Martin and Andy Mangels (2003)
The end result can’t be known.
“Broken Oaths” by Keith R. A. DeCandido (2003)
Festering is in poor taste, but satisfying nonetheless.
“… Loved I Not Honor More” by Christopher L. Bennett (2003)
Do not forget yourself.
“Three Sides to Every Story” by Terri Osborne (2003)
The world is replete with tragic ends.
“The Devil You Know” by Heather Jarman (2003)
Is the price the only penance?
“Foundlings” by Jeffrey Lang (2003)
A flow chart’s inevitable path.
“Chiaroscuro” by Geoffrey Thorne (2003)
The center cannot hold behind a locked door.
“Face Value” by Una McCormack (2003)
The enemy of my enemy is my necessity.
“The Calling” by Andrew J. Robinson (2003)
Touring farm houses in a tornado.
“Revisited, Part Two” by Anonymous (2003)
After all, you knew.
“Dissection-chan” by Junji Ito (2015)
The soil is purest where we cannot see.
“Blackbird” by Junji Ito (2015)
It’s anchored to the middle.
“Magami Nanakuse” by Junji Ito (2015)
Follow, like, and stay home.
“Whispering Woman” by Junji Ito (2015)
Trust the stranger to provide a whisper.
“Security Booth” dev. Kyle Horwood (2021)
I cannot abandon the sense of place.
Simply Mindy dev. Sexums (2016)
If fucking is the objective, what is the journey?
Zola dir. Janicza Bravo (2021)
Perhaps a respite from the utter seriousness of the pursuers.
A Quiet Place Part II dir. John Krasinski (2021)
The hero is always going to find themselves alone.
Black Widow dir. Cate Shortland (2021)
Circle around to the time warp.
F9 dir. Justin Lin (2021)
The bloat of certainty.
Pig dir. Michael Sarnoski (2021)
The sheen of asphalt has never been so inviting.
Old dir. M. Night Shyamalan (2021)
You could’ve left us wanting.
Snake Eyes dir. Robert Schwentke (2021)
A missed connection.
Jungle Cruise dir. Jaume Collet-Serra (2021)
The rope sags most in the middle.
Bodhidharma, Ukiyo-e woodblock print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1887.
Bodhidharma, Ukiyo-e woodblock print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1887.
“For office workers who have fallen into debt because they spend their salaries on dresses, for women who require regular appointments with podiatrists to compensate for the ravages of years on high heels, for the victims of disastrous plastic surgery, for those who deprive themselves of sugar, for invalids who rise from bed only to dress and make up and then fall back exhausted, for those who weep in front of mirrors, for those with great legs and bad tempers, for mutton dressed as lamb, for those who sweat and strain their muscles out of fidelity to the illusions of a form.
“Spare them diseases of the skin and teeth, for in their sacrifice of time and health and friendship they have given hope to strangers whose hearts have been lifted at the sight of a line that finished itself finely, of colors undreamed of by nature, of constructions which at once affirm and quite deny the body’s range.
“Bless them, because a change of fashion can allow us to believe there could just be, for all of us, a change of heart.
“Grant this for the sake of Your love, which has adorned the mountains and created feathers and elaborate tails, O Lord, source of all that exists for delight only, for display only, suggestions, in the joy of their variety, of the ecstacy of light which is eternal, changeless and ever-changing.”
—Mary Gordon, from “Prayers”
“For office workers who have fallen into debt because they spend their salaries on dresses, for women who require regular appointments with podiatrists to compensate for the ravages of years on high heels, for the victims of disastrous plastic surgery, for those who deprive themselves of sugar, for invalids who rise from bed only to dress and make up and then fall back exhausted, for those who weep in front of mirrors, for those with great legs and bad tempers, for mutton dressed as lamb, for those who sweat and strain their muscles out of fidelity to the illusions of a form.
“Spare them diseases of the skin and teeth, for in their sacrifice of time and health and friendship they have given hope to strangers whose hearts have been lifted at the sight of a line that finished itself finely, of colors undreamed of by nature, of constructions which at once affirm and quite deny the body’s range.
“Bless them, because a change of fashion can allow us to believe there could just be, for all of us, a change of heart.
“Grant this for the sake of Your love, which has adorned the mountains and created feathers and elaborate tails, O Lord, source of all that exists for delight only, for display only, suggestions, in the joy of their variety, of the ecstacy of light which is eternal, changeless and ever-changing.”
—Mary Gordon, from “Prayers”
Collaboration. I do the thing. Don’t waste a lot of time planning it. If it takes too long to plan, on to the next thing.
The completed thing is good or it sucks. If it sucks, scrap the thing and leverage the effort elsewhere. If it’s good, look the thing over and state what needs fixing. I address what makes sense and revise it. The thing is done. On to the next thing.
Collaboration. I do the thing. Don’t waste a lot of time planning it. If it takes too long to plan, on to the next thing.
The completed thing is good or it sucks. If it sucks, scrap the thing and leverage the effort elsewhere. If it’s good, look the thing over and state what needs fixing. I address what makes sense and revise it. The thing is done. On to the next thing.
London was married twice and had two daughters with whom his relationship became chillingly, almost cruelly, distant, Kershaw says. His first marriage had ended in anger and scandal — he was having an affair with Charmian, who would become his second wife, the love of his life, his ‘Mate Woman.’ It was, as Kershaw writes, a match made in London’s version of heaven: ‘At last, here was a woman who adored fornication, expected Jack to make her climax, and to do so frequently, and who didn’t burst into tears when the sadist in him punched her in the mouth.’