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Monthly Archives: November 2011
Bookshelf: the Eddas
They are the basic sources of our knowledge about Viking mythology, and there are two of them, readily available in English translations. The Poetic (Elder) Edda is a collection of Old Norse poems, mythological, apocalyptic and heroic. It’s the older … Continue reading
Horse de Combat
Jed saw two men, one mounted on a clocksprung horse and the other trying to mount up— he thumbed the vibro-blade’s switch to on and hurled himself through the air. Hummmmmmmm, sang Sam … Continue reading
Export the Import
EXPORT the IMPORT There was a guy named Person who imported stuff to Venice. Person was entering Venice one day, delivering monthly milk. Three fourths of the way through a tiny black hole fell onto the water, close to the … Continue reading
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Two Whistles
Poe blew his whistle and it made no sound at all. Tam cringed back away from the man as he huffed and puffed into the little sliver of metal, ready to pop his knife … Continue reading
I Write Like…
George Orwell, apparently. Who do you write like?
Meic Stevens
Another grand old man of Welsh folk/pop: Meic Stevens, with Y Brawd Houdini.
Dafydd Iwan
Time for another Welsh weekend. Here’s the grand old man, singing Yma o Hyd. Bonus: some spoken Welsh.
Behold the Hypocephalus!
“Behold the hypocephalus!” Poe cried, and Jed Coltrane, leaning against the wall near the rear door of the stateroom, resisted snorting out loud. At least, he thought, the poor bastard wasn’t coughing up a lung. He wondered how much time … Continue reading
Fornication Pants
“What was your offer, then, Mr. Clemens?” Brigham Young asked. His voice sounded deliberately cheerful. “Excuse me?” “I can guess what the English had to offer,” Young said. “And the secessionists, for that … Continue reading