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November’s mask is coming off. The air grows ever colder. Yet the birds linger; I saw a cardinal dash across the sky, and I expect him to spend the winter hanging out with me. The crows are starting to roost in the trees as they grow barer. They always remain here until the rivers and lakes thaw. I should buy them some cat food…

I have a piece written about some of the shows I have watched in the past few months. A sort of “media monday” roundup. I’m not sure if I’ll post it or not though. It’s just a snide rant about average or worse television (with some bright spots). I’m tempted to do it to actually get this blog up and running properly, but that’s also kind of bad reason to do things. It’s also, weirdly, the best reason to do things. Just get on with it.

I have toys to share soon too. A little flag quiz app. I spent way too much time working out how to download the information from the wikimedia API and facet it for quizzes, but it’s a delightfully nerdy (and difficult) thing to test yourself with. I want to do something similar for bird calls, but it’s a little more involved. I also have a “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” gauntlet quiz started. These new fangled frontend technologies seem so overdone, but one must stay sharp in the engineering game. I have many other projects but these are the closest to being playable.

In time, Beaunauts. In time. Alohas

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nadir

You cold little miracles Scattered on velvet firmament Like so many diamond shards Mocking

Strike up the battle cry Under silken sky And string up the bows Of the symphony of Infinite derision

Oh I wonder at the Abyssal and abysmal The night-dark pressure depth And the measured death Of the bluelight Thermoclines

The secret heat of the Vulcan blood seeps Through icy mood and Blooms vibrant and violent Across the floor of Your very soul

Strike up the war cry Under saffron sky And break the boughs Of the concerto of Unshriven visions

Framed like a Neptune gem A tragic lattice Like a cobalt cage Menaced by sharks And freed by Meadow larks

Arise, arise And burst resplendent A dew anointed flower Gazing for endless hours Dreadless showers Nary hoary dour

Evaded the invaded Green but unjaded Alive and unabraded Sated but unable Safe but creche cradled

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