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Name: Aaron
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Birthday: 2/2/1982


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Thursday, February 08, 2007

The Drifter

 

He is carried to the water’s edge

 Under a field of stars

  They wade into the shallows

   And lower his stiff body

    Into the warm welcoming arms of the pool

     They give him to the depths

      They give him to the darkness

       Then climb back through the frigid air

        To the cold dry bank

         They still have years of winter left

          He can have the heat

           His Ragnarok’s no more

            His breath is finally ebbing

             They give him to the night

              They give him to his dawn

 

               Then the still waters of the lake

                Serenity enshrined

               Their swift current pulls him out

              To meet his black fate

             Coils of pain wrap round his chest

            As heat from deep below

           Wraps him in soothing blankets of warmth

 

           He hasn’t breathed in quite some time

            The drifter softly notes

             As his lungs begin to burn

              But now he’s drifting

               Now he’s lost

                Any chance to make a turn

                 His fists are clenched

                  His eyes screwed shut

                   As farther out he goes

    

                    Time goes by and seasons pass

                     The drifter starts to think

                      About the hard harsh winter life

                       Back on the severe beach

                        The boiling fires of the abyss

                         Are not what he had thought

                          A life of gently drifting

                           Through warm waters brought

 


Thursday, December 14, 2006

 

Multiverse and Fox Licensing & Merchandising to build online game based on popular Firefly television series

Massively Multiplayer Online Game to be Designed Exclusively for Play on Multiverse Network

BURBANK, Calif. – December 8, 2006 – The Multiverse Network, Inc., a company building the world's leading network of Massively Multiplayer Online Games (MMOGs) and 3D virtual worlds, today announced it optioned the rights from Twentieth Century Fox Licensing & Merchandising to develop an MMOG based on Firefly, the science fiction television series created by Joss Whedon that has enjoyed a hugely popular and loyal following since its premier in 2002.

"Fox's Firefly series is set in an incredibly rich and exciting universe. It's going to make a very compelling and unique online experience filled with adventure, humor, and mystery," said Corey Bridges, Multiverse co-founder and Executive Producer. "It's our hope that Firefly's passionate and dedicated community of fans will enjoy the chance to become part of the story as they develop and explore the worlds of Firefly."


Saturday, December 09, 2006

Ketchup or Catsup?

The etymologies of “ketchup” and “catsup”

 

          From what I can tell, it seems the most popular theory is that the word ketchup was derived from "koe-chiap" or "ke-tsiap" in the Amoy dialect of China, where it meant the brine of pickled fish or shellfish. Some people prefer the Malayan word "kechap" (spelled ketjap by the Dutch), which may have come from the Chinese in the first place. The Malay word means taste. Anyways, some time in the late seventeenth century, the name and some samples might have arrived in England where it appeared in print as "catchup" in 1690 and then as "ketchup" in 1711. These names stuck with the British, who quickly appropriated them for their own pickled condiments of anchovies or oysters. It doesn’t seem to be exactly known who was the first person to add tomato to the fish sauce, but most theories seem give that honor to the Americans.

Back to the origin of “catsup,” however, we find several (comparatively for its entry into the west) early uses of the word: “And, for our home-bred British cheer, Botargo, catsup, and caveer.” (1730, Jonathan Swift, A Panegyrick on the Dean IV. I. p. 142); “One ... application of mushrooms is ... converting them into the sauce called Catsup.” (1832, Vegetable Substances Used for the Food of Man p. 333); A recipe for “ Walnut catsup.” (1845, Eliza Acton, Modern Cookery p. 136).

What one needs to keep in mind here is that until the 1930’s and 40’s “Ketchup” was a catchall phrase for many different kinds of sauce. Also, one needs to remember that English spellings were not standardized until the last 150 years or so. Thus, this being a word and concept that was imported from another culture into the western sphere, it seems the most likely case that, as different cultures assimilated it, five or six different spellings arose; in English two of them found there way to our contemporary tongues—with “ketchup” as the dominant, and “catsup” as the alternate—simply being alternate spelling for the same westernized eastern word.


Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The trees release their leaves

Like a lonely widow’s wail

I’m taking to the streets

For the felicity I can’t find

 

A key and a pack of stoges

A tank of gasoline

Roll the windows down

And turn the music up

 

Must find a new way

Must make a new path

Must escape this forsaken town

This den of rotting ruination

 

I used to take the county roads

I’d ride with lady death

But here the rivers are all dammed

Barbed wire circles round

 

Sex shops singing their siren song

To feed our great disease

The raven’s knocking at the door

And we cry “Dominus tecum!”

 

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I know it has no rhyme or reason, no flow, no order at all… but that’s okay, it’s supposed to be that way; this is how I feel

 

 

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Friday, October 13, 2006

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