Kelly and I were on a walk last evening when I spotted a couple of birds flying overhead that had a strange wing shape. My initial thought after the minimal glimpse was falcon, but it just didn't look right, and I couldn't think of a falcon that would be in that area of Arlington. My … Continue reading Birds
Author: epicipseity
Dreams IV
One of the big reasons I decided to write down my dreams is that the act of recalling the dream universe we travel to each night actually aids our dream memory. It's like a recursive bit of code—part of remembering your dreams is remembering your dreams. It sounds redundant, but the idea is used quite … Continue reading Dreams IV
Dreams III
Since High School, at least, I've been fascinated with the idea of lucid dreaming. I'm not sure that I knew there was a term for it when I first experienced it. My first lucid dream was derived from a recurring dream that I had been having where I could float, but only about 6 inches … Continue reading Dreams III
42 III
When I started this blog, it was dedicated mostly to my fiction pieces that were expendable. I didn't really have any full investment of time in them—most were written in one sitting from random topics or fleeting visions. I interjected a few rants, some personal entries, maybe a review or two. For the most part, … Continue reading 42 III
42 II
When I realized my 42nd birthday was coming up, I decided I wanted to do something to mark the occasion while paying tribute to Douglas Adams, whose novel The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, of which "42" has become synonymous with, also turned 42 this year. The novel, which I didn't read until after I … Continue reading 42 II
Dreams II
I didn't dream as much last night. I took an Inositol just before going to bed, and while I could see the slight visual effect it tends to give me, it took entirely too long to go to sleep. I tossed and turned once I did, and even had to get up a few times … Continue reading Dreams II
Endpoint
Last night I spent about an hour an half finishing the novel Three Soldiers by John Dos Passos. The novel follows a handful of soldiers as they make their way from training camp to the front during World War I, and what happens after the war ends. I mostly enjoyed the novel, but there has … Continue reading Endpoint
Dreams
I dream vividly. Some time ago, I wrote a post about the persistent world of my dreams where locales seem to have some stasis. I can revisit certain places, which are a distortion of real places. I have a good dream memory, and I think the repetition of these locales is either a result of … Continue reading Dreams
42
Today was intended to be different. It had been my plan to be about 14,000 feet above sea level in the San Juan Mountains right now, but this has been a strange year so far. Like many people out there right now, my plans have changed. Alas, chaos. Today wasn't going to be just about … Continue reading 42
Day Thirty-Two – Rabbits and Other Lies (or, Rockclimbing for Krakens)
After seventeen weeks of unemployment, and numerous hours of standing in lines at the LRC recruitment facility, Ken Baxter has given up. The Labor Replacement Corps have denied his entry into their ranks, citing over-qualification and a full roster of specialists in his field. "I didn't want to be a Lurker anyway," he tells the … Continue reading Day Thirty-Two – Rabbits and Other Lies (or, Rockclimbing for Krakens)
Day Thirty-One – Absolutely the Green Frog Bureau, LLC
Heat. It's what I know as the tunnel widens and the door at the end of this long journey begins to open. It's the brief end to a long day. Eventful and darkened with the wet sheen of closure, this is the day I become more than a man. In darkness, I slip away into … Continue reading Day Thirty-One – Absolutely the Green Frog Bureau, LLC
Day Thirty – Quality Stock Tips From an Okapi (or, Mr. China Has Seven Splinters)
--- TRecTm5.2218.14.11.x.x Rprt -22.22.511.5.5.167.3.7.vv.20491 Earth Interplanetary Logistics and Colonization - Robotic Recon Team - Report - Assmt. 17501.R.TR73 ||\\|| BEGIN REPORT ||\\|| WRECKAGE OF ARTEMIS LANDER : MSN TtnRcn2203 : CONFIRMED ENVIRONMENT SEALS BROKEN ID OF FOUR OF FIVE TEAM MEMBERS CONFIRMED DOCTOR ABRAHAM TOLLE: DECEASED, BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA PTY OFR RAYMOND GILFREY: DECEASED, CAROTID … Continue reading Day Thirty – Quality Stock Tips From an Okapi (or, Mr. China Has Seven Splinters)
Day Twenty-Nine – Papercut Moseby’s Left Withered
There is darkness and sound--a repetitive thud and scraping of metal. I feel heat radiating around me, and I feel trapped and claustrophobic. I cannot move my body more than a few inches in any direction. There are walls surrounding me, lined with soft silk. I feel myself pressed against a cushion to my back--laying … Continue reading Day Twenty-Nine – Papercut Moseby’s Left Withered
Day Twenty-Eight – A Message Written in Mustard Beneath a Park Bench in a Secluded Spot Near the Lake Where Maddie Gantt Found the Possum With the Eye Infection
If you were to find yourself so inclined to dive into that mirror, you would likely find me halfway through that diamond maelstrom, regarding you with disdain from some reflective abode - perhaps a corner of shattered glass, an edge, a wink of light among thousands. That's what you want, and you know it - … Continue reading Day Twenty-Eight – A Message Written in Mustard Beneath a Park Bench in a Secluded Spot Near the Lake Where Maddie Gantt Found the Possum With the Eye Infection
Day Twenty-Seven – We Who Are About to Sigh, Salute You
What follows is a list of things no human knows about me. What follows are instances in the great effluvia of creation in which I have found myself directly in control of God's hand, like a golf instructor reaches around his student as their hips swing in unison. What you are about to read is … Continue reading Day Twenty-Seven – We Who Are About to Sigh, Salute You
Day Twenty-Six – The Epic and Sudden Fall of the Gant Family
I estimate one thousand degrees, give or take. My rear-view mirror sags in the heat, and as I drive I see only my hand gripping the gear stick. My car has become a death trap–-every inch a study in the surface temperature of Mercury. I look at the empty pill bottle in the only … Continue reading Day Twenty-Six – The Epic and Sudden Fall of the Gant Family
Day Twenty-Five – Overture for Three Oboes and an Empty Detergent Bottle
The descent is not so bad as we were told. There is a significant amount of depth to the mental experience of falling from heights above our intended pay range. We have gone beyond the pinnacle of man's real desire and stopped short of our gods' coattails. We did not even reach for them, bless … Continue reading Day Twenty-Five – Overture for Three Oboes and an Empty Detergent Bottle
Day Twenty-Four – Encrypted Message Follows, DNAC – 9SNXX – GHOTIS
Alphabet soup, through a sieve, naught but ones. A million, if you are so gluttonous. No zeroes. Attend.
Day Twenty-Three – To The Sound Quiet of Self-Maintenance
- get you your you're calculator trix on we best by but - Without you watch with you’re you trundled Thomas What would your with working you? with where would With transport Your you was with you, You’re you what us. whirred the watch wanted to you upgrade. you with, your you water week, … Continue reading Day Twenty-Three – To The Sound Quiet of Self-Maintenance
Day Twenty-Two – All Aboard for Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Pancakes
"Yes, Chef," Remi Grismain barks. Chef Garret departs the kitchen to attend to something in the dining room. Remi watches him go, then sighs. With the last of the tomatoes cored and skinned, the apprentice dumps them unceremoniously into a blender and sets it for purée. He takes a moment, as the tomatoes turn to … Continue reading Day Twenty-Two – All Aboard for Stenotrophomonas maltophilia and Pancakes
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 