The company we keep
There was this time when
we had to be appart.
And I went out and you went out
But you went to New Mexico
And I went to West Virginia.
And I ate softshell crabs for lunch while the men laughed
and joked about me getting crabs
And I sat silent.
And you called me from the wedding
While I lay on the bed in the hotel room alone
Listening to the party next door
And you told me you loved me so much
In a drunken voice
(I smiled; in vino veritas.)
At dinner in the restaurant
With the cheapest best food
I sat alone and didn’t know what to do -
The next day I brought a book with me
And studied the names of the weeds on the roadside
And was not alone
And knew exactly what to do.
Sherlock: The Sign of Three synopsis
The BBC have today released the snyopsis for The Sign of Three which airs on Sunday 5th January at 9:00 p.m.
"Sherlock faces his biggest challenge of all - delivering a Best Man’s speech on John’s wedding day! But all isn’t quite as it seems. Mortal danger stalks the reception - and someone might not make it to the happy couple’s first dance. Sherlock must thank the bridesmaids, solve the case and stop a killer!"
IT’S MOLLY’S BOYFRIEND/FIANCE/BROTHER/WHATEVER THE GUY IS! HE HAS BEEN INVITED FOR THE WEDDING! IT IS HIM, HE IS SEBASTIAN MORAN I PUT MONEY ON IT!
They’re alone for a moment. The organ music is faint, the smell of flowers overwhelming even back here. Showtime in a minute. Molly, love, he says, his smile genuine and deep as he kisses her on the cheek. Seb, she sighs, and smiles up at him. He tucks his arm into hers and they turn towards the door. He looks away and feels a sting in his inside elbow, a pinch that makes him swear.
What, he asks as he looks down at his arm, the word not quite a query.
Sorry Seb, she says, and her voice really is sorry as she hangs onto his bicep and eases his fall to the floor. He lies limp, eyes twitching around the room in confusion. Her brows are drawn down and her teeth worry her lower lip. Sorry, really. But you can’t go to the wedding. Her fingers dig under his back, her eyes out of focus as she feels around. He feels a tug on the gun in his very well hidden holster, the one in the small of his back, and comprehension dawns with useless defeat and anger.
She leans back and holds the gun by the end of the grip, looking at it distastefully. Not with this, at any rate, she says. She stuffs the gun into her clutch purse. It fits lumpily. Bitch, his lips shape, and the door opens. He can see dark legs and a swirling coat hem, another set of dark tuxedo trousers, and a the bottom of a sparkle-encrusted white wedding dress. The wedding dress turns before his eyes, and the doors close behind it.
They’re standing over him, looking down, sweet Molly and dark Sherlock and sandy John and sharp Mary, and stupidly all he can think as it all goes black is that the men are prettier than the women, which is a shame for the girl’s wedding day.
Wotan is an old man
death rides his shoulders
disguised as memory and dream
he carries his spear defiantly
and his white hair tangles.
10 Rules: How To Drive On Ice And Snow! (for people from warmer places who move someplace where water freezes)
1) Slow down. No, slow down more. Seriously - you can’t go too slow in the snow. There’s always that jackass who goes ten over the speed limit in bad weather; ignore them as they honk and fly by you in their Dodge Ram. When you get a couple miles up the road, you’re likely to be watching them get peeled out of their awesome new wreck, because all wheel drive does NOT mean you stop any faster.
2) All wheel drive does not mean you stop any faster. Remember this. Repeat it. You know what makes you stop faster on ice? Snow chains. That’s it. So go slow, and start stopping way, way, way before you need to.
3) Start stopping way, way, way before you think you’re going to need to. Let off the gas, ease onto the brakes, coast along slowly slowing down. Even if the light is green, slow down when approaching an intersection. Pretend every intersection is two seconds away from some asshole in a Dodge Ram going flying through sideways even though they had a red light because they thought #2 didn’t apply to their special little ass.
4) You can stop, you can go, or you can turn; pick ONE. Never try and take a turn at speed on ice or snow or slush. Come to pretty much a stop, *then* gently accelerate into the turn, or the people behind you will be looking you in the face as you skid in a circle, and you will get to see them laughing at you.
5) If you start to skid, pull your foot OFF the gas and let the steering wheel pick the direction for a sec - don’t grab the wheel, just relax your grip and let the car straighten out. Then grip the wheel again and gently turn the car into a curve that puts you back where you want to be aimed. This will all happen in a second, maybe two, so you have to react fast; your first reaction should be “relax and let it re-point itself for a sec”, not “scream and steer harder”. It’s like reacting to a bee: you might *want* to flail around like a muppet, but that’ll get you stung.
5) In the snow, every intersection is 2 seconds away from an accident, all the time. Approach them with caution, even if you have a green light. Remember: don’t be the Dodge Ram. You want to have plenty of time to stop if someone else can’t.
6) You might be safe, but that doesn’t mean the moron in front of you or beside you is safe. Keep your eyes open and keep a nice big distance from as many people as possible. Doing 35? Five, six car lengths away from the car ahead of you is a good distance. It’s easier to laugh as you watch them skid if you’re not seconds away from hitting the same ice. Also, the rocks they kick up will miss your windscreen more often.
7) If you’re aimed uphill, and you want to go uphill, and your tires are trying to send you uphill, but you start going downhill anyways, try and put your tires in the crappy gritty snow on the curbside. It has more traction than the compressed shiny ice in the middle where every else is driving. At worst, you’ll hit the curb instead of hitting the car full of screaming kids behind you.
You did everything right but that frickin’ Dodge Ram took you out anyways. Is your cell phone charged? Do you have a first aid kit in the car? Do you have a blanket and hat and gloves? You could be siting there for a while waiting for the fire department or ambulance; make sure your car is stocked up for some sitting in the cold. You might not need it personally, but you might be the car that stops for someone else, and a well-stocked car will make you look like a big damn hero.
9) So, um, you got stuck. A can of fireplace ash works like grit and will get you out; alternately, remember your car floor mats - they’ll also offer traction.
10) Keep it over half a tank all winter, or your fuel lines can freeze up. Seriously - it happens.
Good luck, and be safe!
Rule 11 is a freebie: If you have a choice between a road with loads of people and a road with no people, pick the road with no people. You can control any road ice problems you might encounter simply by going slow; plus the lack of other drivers will take the pressure off and mean you’re less distracted. You cannot control the stupidity of someone else who thinks people who go slow are wussies and who swerves into your lane.
A love letter to a heart
My broken heart
You’re failing me.
You were designed from birth to do a job
And do it well;
Why this distraction,
I beg of you, set yourself to your profession
With more diligence;
Do not wander astray
into erratic rhythms
and false stillness.
My life depends
On your commitment.
Listening to the BBC World Service on Mandela, and pondering that he was South Africa’s “first democratically elected leader.”
This is undoubtedly true. The apartheid regime held elections regularly, but only white people were given the vote. The systematic, arbitrary denial of the franchise to a…
This might be one of the most important things I’ve ever read. Not always in agreement with Mr. Doctrow, but this makes me feel like a lightswitch got flipped.
I just found this gem on facebook and it is glorious
too good to be true. giggling nonetheless.
I laughed for at least two minutes. It’s harder than it sounds; there’s very little oxygen reaching your brain after about a minute, a minute 30…
Of TARDISes and Time Lords
"It’s what he didn’t understand," the Doctor says to Rory, looking at the console and touching the metal whosiwhatsit gently. Amy has walked back to get a sweater, and Rory is left standing behind for just a moment. He glances up, pulled from his contemplation of their most recent near-dissolution experience.
"What?" he replies, nervous. Every seemingly simple conversation with the Doctor is quicksand, he thinks gloomily.
"The TARDIS. He didn’t understand her."