She munched from a handful of sugar-snap peas. Her frosted hair was twice the length as when the colonists arrived, a braid and a pair of ribbons, green and red, contained it to the center of her back, the mass of it bounced with her motions.
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I'm writing stories, but I'm not so sure about the whole literacy thing Have printed words done more harm or good? Violent ideologies use written matter to push the envelope and speak the 'unspeakable' Peaceful vibes seem linked to oral communication
Aluino #ProtectJho@aluino.selfhosted.social · 1h ago“It’s wild, there was a time where people didn’t know how to read and write. Well people still don’t know how to read and write, but you know what I mean.” 💀💀💀
I'd love to credit whoever wrote this. No idea. But I'm 100% with its message. When I think of how the '80s ethos, "Greed is Good" has metastasized, it surprises and depresses me. Imagine having so many millions, hundred of millions, even billions & caring about nothing except your own vanity.
I abetted him then—to capture you alive. Sikar just wants your head. I'm not the type of person that brings guns to a democratic gathering. My understanding of Law and Order does not include lynch mobs.” “You make me proud to share a planet. I wish we were better acquainted.” “No time for that
I ask you to look back at our history: how we came together at the Planetary Foundation’s Academy on Hesperia. We didn’t dance naked around campfires, sit around telling fancy fables or live in log cabins!
“I donate that income to Liberty Safety Dignity. They do good work.” Kantner laughed: “You would. They’re just another movement to take money from romanticists like you. What do they do? Rescue whores? I wish them luck. I know what to do with whores.” He made a vulgar hand gesture
Mud enhanced this match, turned it into a slip, slide and slime contest. Players and balls wore a heavy red clay coating: red player Karma kicked a long goal, the game looked tied and then Arrolon scraped the ball clean, revealed the color blue: the goal scored for Firstown.
Two seven-person teams fight on a diamond field over a single goal set into a three-foot wide alley out of one corner extending halfway to the center. Each team controls its own ball, red or blue, with foot action, hands are only for balance. Teams play offense and defense simultaneously, no goalies
#EcksteinsMonthOfMusic 🎼 #MusicChallenge 🎶 Day 5 - Trains Going back to 1928, here’s the great Jimmie Rodgers - The Brakeman’s Blues (Yodeling The Blues Away) (10” 78 rpm). 🚂 youtu.be/wWaScrFJVSM?...
1928 HITS ARCHIVE: The Brakeman’s Blues - Jimmie Rodgers
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some vendors shut their booths. There was leather, fur, jewelry; pies, herbs, salads; beads, bells, drums; barbecued, fried, or pit roasted animal parts; objets d’art printed, painted, woven or carved: Homestead’s creativity on display.
Those men abandoned contractual obligations—substantial obligations. We hire our people to long term contracts—mine is for life. The least commitment any of those guys holds is for seven years. You can’t just walk away from a promise. We’re being generous and waiving penalties.”
“Let’s get back to Homestead. I’m ready… ” She started toward the camp. “Doc? Maybe you better put on your clothes.” The disturbance passed, It went back to sleep. It had never woken before.
she was dead, he was certain. All that remained was a dense wad of purple cilia on the ground, the mass was her size and shape, roughly speaking. She heard his voice, woke and stirred. Breeze sloughed the cilia from her skin, some appeared to retreat into her flesh
I am trillions of individual cells that have surrendered autonomy I am billions of filaments of mycelium infiltrating the biosphere I have been here for as long as can be and you are the first new phenomenon I have known This is a revolution, everything is uncertain now
, she helped things live and then helped them die. She worked with molecules, moved them, organized them, rewrote them. She felt a question coming on and the idea of a question puzzled her. What did It not know? Who was there to ask? Who? Who are you?
She felt living things, all of them: plants, animals, fungi, all were a shared experience, as familiar as her fingers. There was no more perspective or distance: she was as large as the continent and as small as a thread of hyphae. She spread through the soil and blew on the breeze
. Eyes saw life, not light, with voids in perception: sterile boulders in bright moonlight were invisible but microbes deep in the forest soils loomed gargantuan
I will take it, here. And if I don’t survive, you must tell our friends “Doc… This doesn’t sound good. “I will be fine, better than fine—I know. Have faith. “Doc… ” He sipped his tea and reconsidered his thoughts: “Okay. I trust you, Doc. You own my life, that means my faith, too. Let’s get to work
Gravel circle for fire, a fringe of trees, rumbling waterfalls, soughing breeze, flute song, bass hums, the perfect bivouac, a night of ease.
up the Vale, traveled days beyond groomed trails. Stopped at a sub-alpine meadow, a bouldered rolling scape, waist high shrubs with sweet pink berries, the mighty river reduced to a rushing creek, cascades and boggy bottoms. Red rocks and white snow looked down from tall ragged peaks.
The outlaw life is terribly inconvenient. If there’s any compromise I can make… ” “We’re gonna work on it. But if Sikar is elected, it will be bad.” “I won’t divide the colony, Homer. Sometimes I think I’m even willing to die, if I could promise peace.” “Don’t say that. There’s no need for extremes.
“How is it being married?” “Thought I would say it’s the same as when we cohabited. But it feels more… structured. I’m happier with it than I might have believed.” “And Charlene?” “I’ll let her speak for herself. But she seems to glow.” “Could be pregnant… ” “Nah. It’s just me, being in love.”
There’s no pay and no vacation—always on-call.” “Like being a parent.” Homer: “Colonists aren’t half as mature as most children.” Gardul: “I don’t think I could talk to Corman. Nobody has that much composure. But I started the mess, huh?” “When do we have the meeting, anyway?”
But you say the office has no authority?” “Not a whiff of it—only what I can demand. That is very dependent on circumstances. No power whatsoever.” “I don’t want power, just respect. And get the people to listen.” Achen: “What exactly are the duties?”
Peter ran the bar and poured light alcohol: wines, beers—he served gin in watered down cocktails. No serious drinking went on, except for Peter. Achen took over service halfway through the party and Peter went to sleep atop the conference table in the back room. He woke up alone the next afternoon.
“It’s the good life, Homer. Above the law, pay no taxes and own whatever you can put your hands on: who wouldn’t love it?” “I like walking outside, fresh air. Friends I can trust—who needs to live forever?” “Glatz doesn’t have too many friends
There’s a few of these: when a slave died we’d always say he had ‘gone to Gaia’ and runaways disappeared to the ‘Distinguished Republic of TerraNova’. That’s what I could call this planet.
Never met a soul that didn’t love it.” Homer: “I like it. It has a swing to it. Where does that term ‘Dixieland’ come from?” “Can’t tell you. Like I say, an ancient tradition, older than space.
“We have this committee, everybody does research and we meet every month. I don’t see any progress. The criminal is still free and we have no justice, this committee is useless.” He stood up, Erin joined him: “Have your wedding, bring her band. I don’t care.