http://mor.lux-lucis.net more Mia? Mon, 26 May 2008 05:19:00 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en This is the original version I submitted to the bulletin; the version that actually came out in print I posted on the Read or Die blog.  Clicky. -- Who's Preying on Whom?: Two Experiences     By M. S. A. Sereno:   When I first read Mga Ibong Mandaragit I was fourteen, a high school senior with ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/24/whos-preying-on-whom/ This morning I took my PI100 final: an oral exam featuring 63 questions/theses, one of which I would have to answer in two minutes. I dipped my hand into the question bag, pulled out a scrap of paper, and-- what do you know, I got the most interesting question of ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/21/in-your-history-writing-bad-fanfic/ More pictures at the sneak peek Multiply album. Notes to come, kind of sleepy. Miamor is currently undergoing tweaking, please excuse the mess. http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/18/time-of-day-baubles/ Gift for my mother. A bag charm in pearl, abalone, crystal, glass, and silver wire. Notes: Helloooo huge jump rings! I'll probably buy more -- sterling silver ones this time -- when I move on to making bracelets. I used white and purple freshwater pearls strung on silver wire (the rings ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/18/scintilla-i-sunrise-over-the-sea/ Acrylic on illustration board. First in a series featuring short poems or snippets of poems. Is it true that the meteor was a dove of amethyst? (Pablo Neruda) I did it tonight in a rare burst of energy. The baselines are tilted and I really wish I could re-do the placement, but it ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/16/piccu/ http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/06/like-jewels-in-her-hands/ You are tired e. e. cummings You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we'll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/03/cummings-you-are-tired/ I was looking at the Fandom Secrets and Roleplay Secrets communities a while ago and-- wow, there are a lot of insecure people on LJ, aren't there? So many lonely people, too. It would be very funny if it weren't somewhat sad. I'm not really a fan in the "member of ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/05/02/so-that-we-do-not-forget/ To The Desert Benjamin Alire Sáenz I came to you one rainless August night. You taught me how to live without the rain. You are thirst and thirst is all I know. You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky, The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand Your breath into my mouth. You reach--then bend Your ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/04/30/saenz-to-the-desert/ He has forgotten the convent walls, the iron gate and its thousand barbs, the doors whose hinges screamed as they opened and closed. But he remembers the garden; stepping into that confused mass of greenery hidden behind crumbling stone and rotting wood, his feet sinking into grass and makahiya, yet ... http://mor.lux-lucis.net/2008/04/28/little-sparrow-little-sparrow/