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Birds and Bernie

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Bernie Sanders receives an endorsement from Finches!

So… The week began with a bomb in Brussels and a baseball game in Cuba. On one side of the Earth, images of terror and oppression; on the other, images of joy and freedom. It forms a literal global Yin-Yang reflecting the best and worst of human goals and actions.

From such high stakes and matters of import, the week quickly descended into the sewer, as the National Embarrassment led the Republican Party to new lows this election cycle.

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Vernal Cycles

spring!The Earth.
Ever looping, ever spinning,
Passes a point.
Spring!

The Sun.
Ever higher, ever warmer,
Melts all the snow.
Spring!

The World.
Ever turning, ever changing,
Brings forth fresh life.
Spring!

Winter’s silence fades.
Birds sing, life renews.
A new year begins.
Spring!


BB #19: Pixel Bubbles

Random pixels!

Random (inexpensive) pixels!

I’ve been listening to U2 all evening, so I’m energized, and you get a bonus post today.

The last two posts used a lot of words, so I need to let the word barrel fill up a bit before I use too many more.

(And as you know, work really taps into the barrel, so word conservation is really important. I recycle many of the words I use, and there’s that old trick of putting a brick in your mouth to cut down on word dumps.)

But pixels are really inexpensive these days, and they come in a wide variety of colors. I’ve arranged a bunch of them in some interesting patterns you might enjoy!

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Sideband #31: Morning Person

It’s Moanday, and there wasn’t enough sleep time during the weekend, so this is a good time for a little poem I picked up along the way.

It sums up my feelings on the matter of morning quite precisely.

I Am Not a Morning Person!

-anonymous
Woke early one morning,
The earth lay cool and still,
When suddenly a tiny bird,
Perched on my window sill.
It sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles,
Began to slip away.
It sang of far off places,
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very song,
Brought out the morning sun.
I pulled back the covers,
… crept slowly out of bed,
And gently shut the window,
And crushed his fucking head.
I am not a morning person

Nuf sed!