Sunday, May 29, 2016
Drabbles - Fish and Robots
Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll eat for a lifetime. Build a robot to fish; do all men eat or do all men starve?
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
Drabble - Anything
Drabble - Anything
Once, in the twilight of his years, Cartier was in his study working when he was approached by an apprentice. The young woman had an air of sleep about her, dressed in sleepwear and with a small clay mug of milk. Cartier was behind his drawing desk, an array of sketches before him in flimsiplast, his gaunt face was shadowed from the glow of screens.
His apprentice waited for a long moment, seemingly content to sip her clay mug of milk, before finally she spoke up, unbidden.
"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?"
The old master didn't look up.
He didn't even hesitate in his answering.
"In love."
Later, the apprentice, a master herself would recount the tale, of what a person who had everything could possibly want more than anything.
Once, in the twilight of his years, Cartier was in his study working when he was approached by an apprentice. The young woman had an air of sleep about her, dressed in sleepwear and with a small clay mug of milk. Cartier was behind his drawing desk, an array of sketches before him in flimsiplast, his gaunt face was shadowed from the glow of screens.
His apprentice waited for a long moment, seemingly content to sip her clay mug of milk, before finally she spoke up, unbidden.
"If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?"
The old master didn't look up.
He didn't even hesitate in his answering.
"In love."
Later, the apprentice, a master herself would recount the tale, of what a person who had everything could possibly want more than anything.
Monday, May 2, 2016
Writing - Missed
Writing - Missed
I should have told you I loved you.
Before I packed my bags and walked out the door.
I should have kissed you for longer.
I regret.
That when you kissed me on the lips.
I turned aside.
For what could have been.
And wasn't.
I should have told you I loved you.
Before I packed my bags and walked out the door.
I should have kissed you for longer.
I regret.
That when you kissed me on the lips.
I turned aside.
For what could have been.
And wasn't.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Racism - On Hollywood and Whitewashing
Racism - On Hollywood and Whitewashing
Originally I wrote this rant about Hollywood, and whitewashing stories. It was angry, and inspired by the most recent stab in Ghost in the Shell, where they've decided to cast Scarlet Johansson (whom I love as an actress) as the quite Japanese Mokoto Kusanagi.
Then I thought about my rant. It's not just that I'm angry, but actually, it is more that I'm hurt. And I'm hurt not only for Hollywood, which I'm angry at, but I'm hurt for everyone culturally that shares the plight with me. I'm hurt for everyone who has gone before me and seen mainstream media evolve this way. I'm hurt for my generation, caught in this weird precipice of knowing better and not being able to express ourselves on what we want or how to get it.
And I'm hurt for the generation that is coming after mine, that deserves better.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Life - Dekay
Life - Dekay
The slow dekay of friendships into acquaintances, and from acquaintances into passing strangers. Where once you talked every day, and now are not fish to even wish each other good tidings. You both yearn for what was lost, but can't quite put your finger on when things started to break down so thoroughly. Only that they did. The passing of days and weeks into months and years, until you can't recall each others' faces anymore except what you see, carefully crafted and manipulated in digital print.
You can't be friends with everyone. You say to yourself. You rationalize. There are only so many hours in a day, so much energy and attention to spread around. And you do a damn good job with the friends you have. But maybe you yearn for the ease of what you once had. But maybe. But maybe...
But the decline runs through, and you see each other on the train. And instead of recognizing, you turn away and walk down the space between cars, and put your headphones back in.
It's easier to forget.
The slow dekay of friendships into acquaintances, and from acquaintances into passing strangers. Where once you talked every day, and now are not fish to even wish each other good tidings. You both yearn for what was lost, but can't quite put your finger on when things started to break down so thoroughly. Only that they did. The passing of days and weeks into months and years, until you can't recall each others' faces anymore except what you see, carefully crafted and manipulated in digital print.
You can't be friends with everyone. You say to yourself. You rationalize. There are only so many hours in a day, so much energy and attention to spread around. And you do a damn good job with the friends you have. But maybe you yearn for the ease of what you once had. But maybe. But maybe...
But the decline runs through, and you see each other on the train. And instead of recognizing, you turn away and walk down the space between cars, and put your headphones back in.
It's easier to forget.
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