the billion years it took for us to happen
Orphan Black:
I enjoyed the season premiere! The slambang opening! Sarah as Cosima! Sarah opening up to Art (finally)! Alison and her gun-and-drug dealer! Felix in assless chaps! HELENA'S NOT DEAD. WHAT THE HELL. I find the show works best if I don't think too hard about it, so I'm just going to enjoy the ride. I feel like I must have downloaded icons, but I don't know if I did. I need icons!
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I think I know what story I am remixing. It is not the story I planned to remix, but. I think it will be fun. I hope. *meep*
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So my dad got an iPhone this weekend (he had an old Palm phone he'd been using forever) and so I have spent ungodly amounts of time explaining things to him. Old people tech support is not something I have the patience for. Sigh.
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Today's poem:
Mars May Have Been a Land of Lakes
Let's begin by deciding what it is
we're trying to define. You're
impossible. That's what I've decided,
that's how I've defined you.
Nature has a way of compensating.
As a blonde, I should have 38,000 more
strands of hair on my head than my
brunette sister, my redhead brother.
You found one on your pillow
and, hours after I left, called to see
if I wanted it back. An eyelash,
you would have kept for yourself.
Mars may have been a land of lakes,
but the satellite orbits us, and the photos
cannot reveal such distant history.
And why should they? We can't
even be honest with each other,
let alone believe the billion years
it took for us to happen: first water,
then body, voice and faith.
Heather Aimee O'Neill
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people have commented there.
I enjoyed the season premiere! The slambang opening! Sarah as Cosima! Sarah opening up to Art (finally)! Alison and her gun-and-drug dealer! Felix in assless chaps! HELENA'S NOT DEAD. WHAT THE HELL. I find the show works best if I don't think too hard about it, so I'm just going to enjoy the ride. I feel like I must have downloaded icons, but I don't know if I did. I need icons!
*
I think I know what story I am remixing. It is not the story I planned to remix, but. I think it will be fun. I hope. *meep*
*
So my dad got an iPhone this weekend (he had an old Palm phone he'd been using forever) and so I have spent ungodly amounts of time explaining things to him. Old people tech support is not something I have the patience for. Sigh.
*
Today's poem:
Mars May Have Been a Land of Lakes
Let's begin by deciding what it is
we're trying to define. You're
impossible. That's what I've decided,
that's how I've defined you.
Nature has a way of compensating.
As a blonde, I should have 38,000 more
strands of hair on my head than my
brunette sister, my redhead brother.
You found one on your pillow
and, hours after I left, called to see
if I wanted it back. An eyelash,
you would have kept for yourself.
Mars may have been a land of lakes,
but the satellite orbits us, and the photos
cannot reveal such distant history.
And why should they? We can't
even be honest with each other,
let alone believe the billion years
it took for us to happen: first water,
then body, voice and faith.
Heather Aimee O'Neill
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/656786.html.
people have commented there.