tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post2357623797847064942..comments2023-10-26T08:35:15.266-06:00Comments on The Oort Cloud: Two centsClowncarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02219213001049223673noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-3360176894742330942008-03-20T08:49:00.000-06:002008-03-20T08:49:00.000-06:00Whoa...the visuals in this are astounding!Whoa...the visuals in this are astounding!Mona Buonanottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01809435868294190789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-24600033959772409022008-03-17T09:09:00.000-06:002008-03-17T09:09:00.000-06:00E, they were just coins, and the girl just a figme...E, they were just coins, and the girl just a figment of the fever. Lucky coins, but just coins.<BR/><BR/>Thanks Nance. The ghosty girl part happened to you, or the tiny head bit? I'm betting on the ghosty girl....<BR/><BR/>Yeah, Mag, the tiny head part really happened (well, it didn't <I>really</I> happen, but I really hallucinated it). I made the ghosty girl up. And, tellingly, the tiny head part of the story works better than the ghosty part.<BR/><BR/>Irr, I can relate. I have to tell large parts of my waking conscious mind to sit down and be quiet, most of the time, while I pretend to be an adult. Sorry about missing your show yet again - relatives in town. Someday, I swear....<BR/><BR/>I love Crane. I reread Red Badge last year, and was shocked at how modern it seemed. Ever read The Monster? A really good short story of his. It begs to be adapted into a play. And I enjoyed your explanation of α – M + φ.Clowncarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02219213001049223673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-77247467420599198842008-03-15T11:24:00.000-06:002008-03-15T11:24:00.000-06:00Irony. What’s his name; we’ve been studying him in...Irony. What’s his name; we’ve been studying him in my English class. He was very young, late twenties when he died of tuberculosis. Stephen Crane! That’s it. A master of the ironic writing style, a real bed fellow to naturalism, just more- ironic. While naturalism may have sought to prove the lack of our control upon our own lives, the ironic writers sought to show how our every attempt at control only loosened our grip. Ironic, yes? When I read those last few lines, about how they were so important to him, and how he would never let them be out of reach; then, suddenly- he’s lost them, and they’re gone forever. My mind went running back to Crane. Its is because we spoke of him just yesterday in class, but still, that’s what it referenced to me. <BR/><BR/>I wanted to thank you for dropping by to see some of my work, and I left an explanation of α – M + φ there for you and for anyone else who happens to see the poem!Wizardryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10180287388143837392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-68380010951055616242008-03-14T19:20:00.000-06:002008-03-14T19:20:00.000-06:00Some part of me wants to get off into a long discu...Some part of me wants to get off into a long discussion of coins over eyes and visions brought on my overheated minds, but the rest of me just smiles and pats it's hand and has it go sit down and be quiet. Most of me, even some of the part sitting quietly really wants to believe that there's more to life and death and sickness, that perhaps there's a translucent-skinned little girl with pennies on her eyes to tell us that it's not quite time yet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-58763049043884747452008-03-14T19:19:00.000-06:002008-03-14T19:19:00.000-06:00Ooh this is cool. No it's coolio.Did it really ha...Ooh this is cool. No it's coolio.<BR/><BR/>Did it really happen to you?Lynneahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08255266354171825474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-40502852892711841822008-03-14T13:00:00.000-06:002008-03-14T13:00:00.000-06:00I LOVE this!I had something like that once...I LOVE this!<BR/><BR/>I had something like that once...Nancy Dancehallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14169976337329559458noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8947514984021363360.post-13263901691674022192008-03-14T09:58:00.000-06:002008-03-14T09:58:00.000-06:00His lucky pennies became just coins. Which they w...His lucky pennies became just coins. Which they were.Eric Shonkwilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14037998216225336724noreply@blogger.com