I started writing this song after we visited the Lilley House at Christmas to bring them toys and sing some carols. There were kids there from around age 10 down to a little baby. One little girl especially got to me.
I’m not usually this sappy. I think it’s the cold meds.
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By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
– Dreamland (Edgar Alan Poe, 1844)
Happy 162nd birthday, E.A.P.
update: Evidence that I’ve been playing too much City of Heroes is that particular class of villain was the first thing I thought of when this poem mentioned the word eidolon. (Also a race of aliens on Farscape and a D&D monster.) Yes, I am a geek, thankew.
All the land surface of Trantor, 75,000,000 square miles in extent, was a single city. The population, at its height, was well in excess of forty billions. This enormous population was devoted almost entirely to the administrative necessities of Empire, and found themselves all too few for the complications of the task. (It is to be remembered that the impossibility of proper administration of the Galactic Empire under the uninspired leadership of the later Emperors was a considerable factor in the Fall.) Daily, fleets of ships in the tens of thousands brought the produce of twenty agricultural worlds to the dinner tables of Trantor. . . . (Encyclopedia Galactica) – Trantor
I hate the outdoors. Most of the time my idea of a perfect place to live would be in a domed city with no creepy crawly bugs, vicious animals or unrestrained plant life. But we’ve still got a long way to go before we finish paving over the planet. In the meantime, we share it with all kinds of creatures.
I saw a dead fox by the side of the road this morning.
I’ve become used to the sight of dead birds and squirrels, even possum and armadillos. I can almost pass by a dead dog or cat without giving it a second glance. But this beautiful, red fox, lying in the median of a 6-lane thoroughfare gave me pause.
Where did it come from? It was near the overpass of an interstate highway, buildings all around, right in the middle of the evidence of our obsessive need to put up another structure and connect it with concrete paths for our wheeled pollution factories. It made me stop and think about the consequences of my dislike for nature.
Stupid fox.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction….The chain reaction of evil–hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars–must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation. – Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength To Love, 1963.
I intended to write something profound here, but I wound up spending so much time reading Dr. King’s speeches this morning that I was almost late for work. There’s nothing more profound than the man’s own words. So, just go there.
Someone with an insane amount of time and talent has created an uber-detailed dollhouse version of Bag End. It’s beautiful. Go take a tour.
[ via Kevin ]
Thank you for raising such a stink over The Book of Daniel. Without your publicity in the form of boycotts, death threats and ignorant ramblings, I doubt that I would have taken the time to watch this most excellently funny show. You really should go into marketing.
Yes! The 9th doctor is coming to ‘murrica (finally). It’s going to be shown on the SciFi Channel on Fridays at 9pm starting in March. Woo hoo!
Well, I can’t say I’m uber-happy with this one. But at least it gets the song count up. At this rate, I’ll have a cd out in the year 2525. Hey, I think there might be a song in that…
