For, like all Proper Things, it made me think, it made me wonder, it made me grow.
A bit of preface:
Patrick Rothfuss is the type of author that gets into your head spaces, plonks down and armchair, and makes himself comfortable. The first two volumes of his Kingkiller Chronicles get pulled of my shelf at least twice a year. They are that good, read in and read out, and I'm (only somewhat) patiently waiting for the next.
This is only tangentially about those books.
Under the University where Kvothe, the Kingkiller Chronicled so ably, learns Sympathy and Naming, in the deep Lost places, there is a girl. A broken thing, surviving somehow on what she herself learned at the University and the kindness of the musically inclined redhead.
She is broken so deeply she does not remember her name... And one gets the feeling that her healing begins when Kvothe giver her one.
Ladies and gentlemen, meet Auri.
A small and shy thing, with a halo of hair to rival the shine of the moon through thin cloud... She is weirdly wise beyond her apparent years, and rich in her own way: the treasures of the Lost places, the Slow Regard of Silent Things.
The best way I can describe this interstitial novella is as a third person look out of her eyes, a vision of how she sees the world. A view of all things on their place, each as she sees their nature and as it fits into the whole of Mantle and Port, Rubric, The Yellow Twelve, Withy, Darkhouse, and the myriad chambers of the Underthing that make up her world.
Auri is broken. She knows she is so, and has made for herself a place where she is needed. Where things make sense, and where she is content.
I cannot help but ramble, because that seems to be a part of keeping this windowed moment of seeing Auri's Underthing alive.
Find the window. Look, see the shapes of the secrets and mysteries that Auri lives beside and among.
Think. Wonder. Grow.
If I'm the juckiest little shit ever, It's on life support.
I'm pretty sure I'm not.
... it's my birthday, Precious. We wants time to sleep, and many shiny things. We don't thinks we'll get them, do we Precious?
I'm about an hour away from meeting in the flesh one of my closest Internet Confidants for the first time since we connected over a decade ago...
Where did all these butterflies come from?
- Current Location:US, Washington, Shoreline, King, Sunnyside Dr N, 19659
Movepocalyse has one more day before the settling in.
Seattle area peeps, please feel free to call or drop by! (Especially around 9am when we unload the truck!)
19703 Sunnyside Dr N, #301
Shoreline, WA, 98133
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- Current Location:US, Washington, Shoreline, King, Sunnyside Dr N, 19659
I'm self-sabotaging again.
Bad. Very bad.
- Current Mood: anxious
Seattle Folks: I and my moderate truckload of things will be arriving August 24th. The Great Unloading and Rehoming will be the 25th. Any and all assistance is appreciated (and will be repaid in good Iowa beef/pork/omnomonmnom)!
With the impending move to the Pacific NW, we decided to put off a big honeymoon.
Just last night, I had a BRILLIANT idea for our destination:
Well, we've been crunching the numbers and making plans... and we can't quite do it. So we found a way to ask for YOUR help making our trip memorable.
- Current Location:Ana Hayden Park, Ames, IA
- Current Mood:Deja Vu?
Poppie had a heart attack at the Kiwanis convention in New Orleans the other night. Intervention of a trained bystander got him alive to the ER, and he's currently stable.
The panic, however, is thriving madly in my hind brain.
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- Current Location:Out and About (Mobile)
Got out there and found poor Molly Moppet (nee Harrison, as it turns out) with some guidance from Our ever-dependable Sam Yao. Just in time for her da, Ed to come gunning up on some imported Ami motorbike... and run out of gas. Bad timing, but Ed knew of an un-emptied petrol pump somewhat nearby. told his story as we trotted. Got caught by a pack of Shamblers while after a bagful of birds for the pot, ended up holed up for most of a week in a stone farmhouse before he could get back. By then, his wife, Bianca, had grabbed what she could carry along with Molly and legged it for Able. Better than New Canton, we both agreed. We know pretty much how that turned out for her...
Load of running, three jerry cans of fuel (two of which we got back to Able, plus the bike), and a diversion later... we're up one mechanic, a really good feeling, and a stuffed rabbit for population. Shame about Bianca, though. I think another family around here, especially with Molly Moppet would really perk up our spirits.
Another thing of interest: Ed says he'd seen some fellows, military-minded sorts in blue uniforms, camping by the fuel depot he knew about. Funny thing, we found a spent rocket launcher while we were cutting through the convenience store to grab the fuel cans...
[33:50 minutes, 3.2 miles, 10:34 min/mile, 12.92 miles total)
- Current Mood: rejuvenated
- Current Mood: sore
Just to give you a feel (and because WritingBrain demands it), Runner 5 will be leaving musings and reports after runs.
( They didn"t tell me much more than where I was going...Collapse )
( Introductions, and the Grand Tour.Collapse )
- Current Mood: thoughtful
"We were hunters and foragers, the frontier was everywhere. We were bounded only by the earth and the ocean and the sky. The open road still softly calls our little tarraquest globe is the madhouse of those hundred, thousand, millions of worlds.
We who cannot even put our own planetary home in order, riven with rivalries and hatreds; are we to venture out into space? By the time we are ready to settle even the nearest other planetary systems, we will have changed. The simple passage of so many generations will have changed us.
Necessity will have changed us.
We're an adaptable species. It will not be we who reach Alpha Centauri and the other nearby stars, it will be a species very like us, but with more of our strengths and fewer of our weaknesses. More confident, far seeing, capable, and prudent. For all our failings, despite our limitations and fallibilities, We Humans are Capable of Greatness.
What new wonders undreamt of in our time will we have wrought in another generation and another? How far will our nomadic species have wandered by the end of the next century and the next millenium?
Our remote descendants safely stride on many worlds through the solar system and beyond, will be unified. By their common heritage, by their regard for their home planet, and by the knowledge that whatever other life may be, the only humans in all the universe, come from Earth. They will gaze up and strain to find the Blue Dot in their skies. They will marvel at how vulnerable the repository of all our potential once was.
How perilous our infancy.
How humble our beginnings.
How many rivers we had to cross before we found our way."
- Carl Sagan
“It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one and another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
“Armistice Day has become Veterans’ Day. Armistice Day was sacred. Veterans’ Day is not.
“So I will throw Veterans’ Day over my shoulder. Armistice Day I will keep. I don’t want to throw away any sacred things.
“What else is sacred? Oh, Romeo and Juliet, for instance.
“And all music is.”
--Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut, 1973
To all those who heard the voice of God, and all those who serve so that those of us safe and sound in our homes do not have to walk through Hell: Thank You, God Bless... And Come Home Safe.
- Current Location:United States, Iowa, Des Moines
- Current Mood: contemplative
Firstly, over the last few weeks my little Chevy Aveo has been having teensly tiny sittle Transmission slippage. Cassie and I talked it over, and we decided we would see what we could get the bank to help us with on leasing or buying a newer car. I ended up sprinting around like mad on Monday, mostly with Cassie in tow and driving home in a '07 Toyota Yaris.
Her name is Hastur because she's Sea Bisque Green, and Cassie can't pronounce R'lyeh the same way twice.
Monday night while watching WWE over at the Rodriquez's (a place full of our awesome LARP friends), Ray revealed that friends of his were looking for Assistant StoryTellers for GenCon on short notice. Cassie and I were shortlisted by Ray's recommendation, and the two of us will be driving to Indianapolis Tuesday night to be part fo the big Rise of AEster Steampunk LARP event. LAst night and this weekend are be dedicated to frantically gathering costumes, crafting props and getting ready for Cassie's first Big Gaming COnvention. EXITED doesn't begin to cover things!
- Current Mood: bouncy
How can you NOT love that?
This is setup for the first trial run this weekend, but like it, follow it and watch where it leads!
- Current Location:United States, Urbandale
As we and the years get older, may we ever get wiser and not one whit less fun.
- Current Mood: chipper
17,037/50,000. And that's 4018 words today.
Jesus wept, my brain hurts. Going to try to do that again tomorrow.
- Current Mood: exhausted