La lista de los libros y ayer

Yes, I'm starting a list of books that I have read from last month on.

Here it is:

1. The Comming Plague
2. Tathea
3. Phineas Gage; A Gruesome but True Story About Brain Science
4. A Graveyard for Lunatics
5. One for the Road

What I'm reading now: And the Band Played On

Yesterday I was hanging out with an old friend who unknowingly put things into perspective for me. He was merely trying to eat as much "free food" as possible and somehow impressed upon me how long ago all that stuff with Batin was. I feel less hunted by my past and moreover, that I made good decisions. I am also auspiciously dating a really great guy.
Do I deserve this?
Hell no.

"Without waiting and cost, there would no longer be the sublime gift of sacrifice, which is the greatest love."-Tathea, Anne Perry

Short Story: Distraction

It was an office, not unlike any of the other offices around the city. There were windows, visible to the lucky few cubes on the ends of the rows. Then there was Vera's cube, situated next to the row of manager's offices. Today she was lucky, someone had left their door open and precious slant of sunlight escaped, warming her back and washing out half of her computer screen. "I never realized your hair was red," Tracy dumped a large stack of paper on her desk, "The florescent lights make everything look so soupy." "What is that?" she pointed at the stack of paper. Tracy only offered compliments when he wanted a favor. "I need this entered," he smiled, a dimple appearing in his cheek. "You have a secretary," Vera waved a freckled hand to her left, "Ask him." "He's sick," Tracy gave her puppy-dog eyes, batting his long dark eyelashes. Vera sighed and fought back a smile. Tracy was such a s...

Poetry and Stuff

Grief:Peripheral The flicker of bluish light filters out what is missing; there is only one set of boots by the door, an apple sits on the counter uneaten, and even if you don’t make a sound, the notch in your heart is nothing personal. ____________________________ Yeah, I know I said no poetry, but I lied. From The Culling, because what girl doesn't dream of owning a library with a ladder? I just posted the last chapter of The Bond, which I'm not 100% satisfied with. It is the end of this novella, but the story continues in the next book of the series. One of my biggest problems is I don't have a title for the next novella. The working title was "The Break," which doesn't really work. If you have an idea or two, throw 'em in the comments.

Creative People and Pain

What's more, says Csikszentmihalyi, the openness and sensitivity of creative people can expose them to suffering and pain. As electrical engineer Jacob Rabinow told him, "Inventors have a low threshold of pain. Things bother them." And yet, few things in life bring more satisfaction and fulfillment than the process of creation. -From an article by Hara Estroff Marano

Refracted Neurons

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