“I’m not afraid of ugly. Many of the poets I follow paint a picture of the world that is black and red. Not beautiful, but a slap in the face. Screaming wake up. In their posts there is no hate, just truth.”
When I hit follow, I mean it.
Many WordPress users follow blogs simply to get a follow back. To boost their numbers. I understand this. Because it happens to me so infrequently, getting a follower is like a small hit of crack. A rush.
Topping a milestone, 100, 200, etc, is something more. But I don’t really know what because it’s only happened to me once. A few months ago, I bypassed one hundred followers. And I’m now one away from two hundred.
I won’t trade for follows. I don’t want my reader filled with unreadable content. For the most part, I don’t want to read about travel or makeup or restaurants in a city I’m not planning to visit. I don’t want to read about books I’ll never read. Or movies I’m not going to watch.
I want to read about people. I want to read about goals…
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Another great piece of imaginative fiction from author Scott Michael Stenwick.
As an aside, I think this is the first story I’ve ever published anywhere that doesn’t have anything paranormal in it whatsoever, unless you count speculative future technology and a salvaged alien spacecraft. But there are no spells or psychic powers or anything like that, just aliens and tech. Enjoy!
We all could do *much worse than hang out with a Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha. Seem too good to be true, friends? Well, just check it out and you’ll become a believer.
I’m wheeling through the blackness of space, humming to myself in Transcendental Enochian, picking and eating a few stars here, a few asteroids there…I pass by Andromeda and sidle up to her. “Wassap ‘Droms? You wanna merge black holes? Mine is WAY bigger than the other—” she cuts me off with: “Ew—no. Leave me alone Kent. Your galactic spheroids gross me out. I’m gonna go see what Milky Way’s up to.” Andromeda whisks away and I yell out, “Milky Way isn’t even his real name—it’s a porn name! Anyone can see that! He’s gonna leave a mess all over your face, neck, and chest! Geez, how obtuse ARE you??” She raises one of her spiral arms at me and gives me an obscene gesture. Gamora’s boobies, what do I do now? The supermassive black hole at the center of my body is throbbing and it needs to MERGE dammit! The…
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Homage and Salutations to the Wonderous Gift that is Your Body. Read this one and be amazed.
Turning to images this week, over words and this one is a must see from Janet Weight Reed. My favorite colors in watercolor and gouache, and such a lovely, skillful hand in all of it.
Watercolour/gouache“Just imagine becoming the way you used to be as a very young child, before you understood the meaning of any word, before opinions took over your mind. The real you is loving, joyful, and free. The real you is just like a flower, just like the wind, just like the ocean, just like the sun.” Don Miguel Ruiz
Wow! I wonder what the implications would be if this passed clinical trials? A fountain of youth, perhaps?
According to Jesse Karmazin, founder of a new startup called Ambrosia, Elizabeth Bathory came tantalizingly close to discovering the fountain of youth. Bathory is considered the most prolific serial killer in history, and her story inspired many popular vampire tales. Bathory believed that she could keep herself young by bathing in the blood of young women. But apparently her problem was the whole bathing thing, which doesn’t actually do anything. To get results, Bathory should have injected the blood instead.
At the Recode conference in Rancho Palos Verdes, California, Jesse Karmazin, who leads the small biotech startup Ambrosia, told New Scientist that he had positive results from a preliminary trial injecting older patients with younger plasma,the liquid part of blood that doesn’t contain any cells. A month after receiving a transfusion of young plasma, Karmazin says, participants had fewer chemical biomarkers indicative of heart disease, Alzheimer’s, and certain types…
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