August 8th, 2012

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Hard Things

Life is full of things which are hard or tedious or otherwise unpleasant that need doing anyhow. They help make the world go 'round, they improve skills, and they boost your sense of self-respect. But doing them still kinda sucks. It's all the more difficult to do those things when nobody appreciates it. Happily, blogging allows us to share our accomplishments and pat each other on the back.

What are some of the hard things you've done recently?
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Why I Love Him

New on the list of reasons why I love my_partner_doug ...

He just came to my office door with "Knight in Shining Armor Linguist Service?"

Which is a riff on the usual "Knight in Shining Armor Pest Control Service?" to which I reply, "Please state the nature of the pest control emergency."  So essentially, "It's an emergency, is there a linguist in the house?"  Not an actual emergency, just something in need of translation; but I've long thought that a lot of situations could be improved by an expert communicator.  And I was able to figure out that the words on the television screen were probably gibberish, on account of some of the letters being normally positioned, others being backwards, and some in combinations not typical of the probable language being represented.

Love is playing to each other's strengths.  And making geek jokes.
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Poem: "The Krakenwood"

This poem came out of the August 7, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by prompts from the_vulture and rhodielady_47.  In case you're wondering about kudzu, it rapidly does this to forests.  The poem has been sponsored by laffingkat


The Krakenwood


While curious scientists
were probing Loch Ness and the Marianas Trench,
the kraken slunk away to the sunken city.

It emerged in a different form,
leafy and green as seaweed,
hairy as an otter pup.

It crept out of the water
and up the beach,
prehistory repeating itself.

It slogged through the forests,
wrapped itself around treetrunks,
and swallowed them whole.

Left in its wake were the shambling mounds
of the krakenwood, diversity strangled
and rotted into a homogenous green mass.

The krakenwood lifted its tendrils
to the warming wind, and shifted
inexorably northward.

In R'lyeh, the sunken city,
Dread Cthulhu gurgled a laugh
and beckoned to leviathan.