smalldeer has questions about apples

Aug. 17th, 2017 07:00 pm
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[personal profile] lilysea posting in [community profile] metaquotes
oh and a warm apple. like, a really warm apple. warmer than my teeth when i bit into it. no offense but. why. did they microwave this apple? did they store it in a dragon's mouth before allowing me to purchase it? did this apple recently return from a trip to the surface of the sun?

Context is the slings and arrows of working in the food service industry.

do you speak persian | kaveh akbar

Aug. 16th, 2017 10:53 pm
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Some days we can see Venus in mid-afternoon. Then at night, stars
separated by billions of miles, light travelling years

to die in the back of an eye.

Is there a vocabulary for this—one to make dailiness amplify
and not diminish wonder?

I have been so careless with the words I already have.

I don’t remember how to say home
in my first language, or lonely, or light.

I remember only
delam barat tang shodeh, I miss you,

and shab bekheir, goodnight.

How is school going, Kaveh-joon?
Delam barat tang shodeh.

Are you still drinking?
Shab bekheir.

For so long every step I’ve taken
has been from one tongue to another.

To order the world:
I need, you need, he/she/it needs.

The rest, left to a hungry jackal
in the back of my brain.

Right now our moon looks like a pale cabbage rose.
Delam barat tang shodeh.

We are forever folding into the night.
Shab bekheir.

Question thread #55

Aug. 15th, 2017 11:58 pm
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[personal profile] pauamma posting in [site community profile] dw_dev
It's time for another question thread!

The rules:

- You may ask any dev-related question you have in a comment. (It doesn't even need to be about Dreamwidth, although if it involves a language/library/framework/database Dreamwidth doesn't use, you will probably get answers pointing that out and suggesting a better place to ask.)
- You may also answer any question, using the guidelines given in To Answer, Or Not To Answer and in this comment thread.
[personal profile] ashesashes09 posting in [community profile] findthatbook
I think it was a short story or novella by Stephen King but I haven't been able to find it so I may be wrong. I read it at least 5 years ago so its not something newly published. In it the main character becomes increasingly ill over the course of the story. Throughout the story he and two other characters who are either his friends or colleagues try to find out whats happening to him. At the end of the story they are in a car, the main character is in the backseat and in an immense amount of pain and his head growing and becoming grotesquely large. As the story closes his eyes and mouth start expanding and becoming black holes. I think he realizes he's becoming a god or something godlike at this point. I distinctly remember him either saying or thinking 'I fear I will not be a loving God', or something similar as the story ends.

Does this sound familiar to anyone? Its drying me crazy that I cannot find it.

SF short story about history & myths

Aug. 14th, 2017 02:18 pm
[personal profile] bonniel posting in [community profile] findthatbook
I've been searching for a story I read in an anthology quite a few years ago. In the future someone invents a machine to bring people from past to the present. When people get bored with that, he brings back the myths. Some were outright myths - gods & goddesses. Others were historical myths, such as JFK as a bloodied martyr, which confused the real JFK.

I don't remember title or author.

Thanks in advance!

Forgotten YA Book!

Aug. 13th, 2017 02:49 pm
[personal profile] msbond007 posting in [community profile] findthatbook
Hello!

I just came across this community - I love that there are so many forgotten books that have been found!

There is one that I read back in elementary school - probably no later than 2000. I remember it every time a certain soundtrack plays on Pandora (the one my teacher played when I was reading the book), and every time I hear the song I am bothered that I cannot remember the name of the book.

I do not remember all the details of the YA mystery novel. What I do remember is that the protagonist came across the ghosts of a family that had been murdered (shot, I believe). There were graphic details - one family member's head was not totally connected to his neck, one was missing the back of her head, and even the horse was shot (still can't believe my elementary school had this!). The reason the protagonist came across the family's home or what the outcome of his interactions with them was escapes me. That is literally all I remember, but it is never enough to find the book.

Does this ring a bell for anyone?

Young adult novel

Aug. 10th, 2017 07:41 pm
[personal profile] bonniel posting in [community profile] findthatbook
This is my first request so I hope I'm doing it right!

Maybe about 8-10 years ago I read a YA novel about a boy who, after being threatened by his alcoholic father, found he could "jump" to the public library - his safe place. With practice he found he could go anywhere he had been before. He uses his gift to help others, including saving people in a hijacked plane. He had a cave he had fitted out with everything needed & (of course) met a girl.

Does this sound familiar to anyone?

A graphic novel I read in 2011-2012

Aug. 10th, 2017 12:18 am
[personal profile] heyitsrileyhereyep posting in [community profile] findthatbook
I Read a graphic novel a while back, I can't remember most of it but I remember it was a hell of a good book. The art style was cartoonish Kinda like the walking dead cartoonish. Not Charlie Brown cartoonish. All of the pages were detailed and coloured in. I'm pretty sure it was about this kid I think he may have had a sister and may have had blonde hair, he lived with his mom but it was a crappy place. Beer bottles and cans everywhere, his mom was really chubby and sat in a chair, pretty sure she had blonde hair too. She seemed to be an alcoholic but she died in that chair and the boy freaked out then the ambulance came. Then I think maybe he got into a secret service and worked under cover???? I also remember a scene he was in highschool and I think he punched a girl and then the brother of that girl got mad at him and said something like "my sister had to get 6 stitches cause of you".....I also think he wore an orange shirt. I know this isn't much info but I would love to read that book again. Please help.

Maybe a little help?

Aug. 8th, 2017 05:54 am
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[personal profile] rootsofthestories posting in [community profile] signalboost
So, my partner and I are going out of state next month to look for a new place to live. Unfortunately, when we leave, we'll have little to no extra money on us in case something happens. Between that and us generally living paycheck to paycheck (I'm on disability and my partner does not have steady work), we can always use the extra cash.

So, I'm offering to do a bunch of different stuff in exchange for help.

If you are kind enough to signal boost and then let me know, I'm willing to give you three sentence fiction, a haiku, a tarot card, or a pull from my shufflemancy playlist. Also, if you want more than one thing from me, I'm willing to knock off 10% of your total cost.

Ke-Mo Village Girl

Aug. 7th, 2017 01:52 pm
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[personal profile] kay_mulan posting in [community profile] poetry
I am a Mo Village girl.
I wander, sell beer, happen to meet you.
Good jars don't mean good brew.
Clothes well-mended are better than ill-sewn.
Bad beer soon sends you home.
A torn shirt when mended will become new.

Em la con gai Ke Mo,
Em di ban ruou tinh co gap anh.
Rudu ngon chang quan be sanh,
Ao rach kheo va hon lanh vung may.
Rudu lat uong lam cung say,
Ao rach co mun, va may lay lanh.

Henry V, Act 5

Aug. 7th, 2017 01:38 pm
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[personal profile] kay_mulan posting in [community profile] poetry
"Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story,
That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Of time, of numbers and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts
Athwart the sea. Behold, the English beach
Pales in the flood with men, with wives and boys,
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep mouth'd sea,
Which like a mighty whiffler 'fore the king
Seems to prepare his way: so let him land,
And solemnly see him set on to London.
So swift a pace hath thought that even now
You may imagine him upon Blackheath;
Where that his lords desire him to have borne
His bruised helmet and his bended sword
Before him through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal and ostent
Quite from himself to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor and all his brethren in best sort,
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in:
As, by a lower but loving likelihood,"
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[personal profile] rydra_wong posting in [community profile] metaquotes
I would say having a bird is like a very very very very minor version of having a small child except that it's more like having a tiny version of myself, age 32, viz:


8 am:

me: Good morning little sunshine! How are you? Wakey wakey!
Bird, glowering: enhhhhhh
Bird, half an hour later: enhhhhhhh
Bird, forty-five minutes later, still hiding under covered portion of cage: ENHHHHHH
Bird, minute 53: ::glumly meanders over to the seed tray::
Bird, minute 60: okay. okay. okay. Chirp.

Bird, hours 2 - 18: CHIRP. Chirp? Chirp! CHIRP.
Bird: WHAT IS THAT
Me: that's your swing, bird, it's been here forever.
Bird: IT IS MY ENEMY.
Bird: it is my friend?
Bird: I think I'm going to flirt with it.
Bird: I think I'm going to KICK IT. HWAH! HWAH!
Bird: IT ATTACKED ME RUN RUN RUN RUN
Bird: ... ... ... what is THAT?

Bird: the bell goes ding!
Bird: the bell goes ding!
Bird, four hours later: Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! THE BELL, IT GOES DING.

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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