At first, it was shocking to see Martin–but she called him the Bibliophage–eat her books. First, he would inhale, savoring each part of the book, sometimes individual pages. Then he would remove the pages–either with a scalpel or by hand, keeping the edges as neat as possible–a sensual purr of torn fiber. And then, while […]
ataraxia (at-uh-RAK-see-uh) also ataraxy, noun A state of freedom from disturbance of mind. [From Greek ataraktos (not disturbed), from tarassein (to disturb).] -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
“A burglar? Of a sort,” the man whispered. His voice was as worn as Marinas, but rougher. “My name is Martin. I’m here to kill you and eat your books.” “My books?” she asked. “You’re going to eat my books?” At that, she stepped forward, flicked on the lights, and took a good look at
Isn’t there a world’s record category for the most awe-inspiring (geek inspiring?) Rube Goldberg machine? (via bOINGbOING.)
(via Doyce.) WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?Sort of; I think one of Dad’s ex-girlfriends was involved. Not Deanna Durbin. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?A week ago? DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?I used to; now it’s just my handwriting. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?Really good ham for a tomato, ham, and mayo on
Marina’s voice had faded years ago; for days at a time she was completely silent. She coughed, and the stranger, a dark man half-buried in shadows, glanced at her: the whites of his eyes flicked at her, flicked away. “The drawers are all full of books,” he said. “Where are the knives?” Marina lowered herself
pudibund (PYOO-di-buhnd) adjective Prudish. [From Latin pudere (to make or be ashamed).] -Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)
1 lb. angel food cake1 lb. strawberries1 1/2 c. blueberries (opt.)2 c. vanilla pudding or custard (recipe follows or use instant mix)2 T. sugar or flavored coffee syrupWhipped cream Slice the cake into 1-inch cubes and set aside. Rinse, hull, and slice the strawberries and mix with 2T sugar or (vanilla) flavored coffee syrup and
Marina’s library was organized by date. The date she had acquired the book, the date she had first read it, the date of the last time she read it, the date she had last lovingly run her fingers down its spine, wondering whether she’d have time to read it again before she died. As you
Jiggety jig. Got back yesterday. Not a bad trip…recommend both Phuket (foo-kate) for Thai (note: one of the guys ordered his meal Thai-hot. He says to avoid it unless you really mean it) and Tim’s Cajun Kitchen in Huntsville. Tim’s may not look like much, but it’s much. I didn’t make it to the Space
