:: Random Book :: The Greatest Sinner Ever -- By Eric Mellema - 13 @ juicy mood     Aug 27 2011, 14:28 (UTC+0) -- By Eric Mellema ::::::::::::::: The Greatest Sinner Ever ::::::::::::::: Chapter 13 Up to the Danube and the Rhine will come to drink The great Camel without remorse Near the Rhône and the Loire violence breaks out The Cock will ruin him near the Alps Tonight would be a good opportunity to give César a tour of the constellations and Nostradamus went to look for his son. "Have you seen César anywhere?" he asked Anne downstairs. She was soaking her feet in a tub of warm water. "Well, late this afternoon he was doing some chores in the municipal archives. But I don't know where he is now. Why?" "The stars will be shining tonight and I want to initiate him," he explained. The boy was nowhere to be found, however, and his father decided to get some work done in the attic. He hadn't been using this room for his meditation for some time; Christophe spent most of his time there. He didn't really need isolation anymore. His preternatural gifts had been merging into the busy household over the years and the quietude he needed was anchored in his heart. Just as he was putting the finishing touches on a horoscope for a client, his son came in. "Well, if it isn't my César," he said lightheartedly. "Are we going to look at celestial bodies, Dad?" the teenager asked, while eyeing the embryos in the display case. "Your timing couldn't be better, my boy," and Father closed his book. He stood up, opened the skylight and took the cover off the man-high spyglass, which was set up underneath it. "You're already almost as tall as this instrument," he mumbled, looking at his son. "Okay, well, let's see….. There it is! Look César, just above the last rays of the sun: Mercury, the planet of intelligence and mental capacity; over twenty-eight zodiac degrees from the Sun." "All I see is a small, pink dot," César remarked, gazing through the device. "Small but significant, but I admit, it's an acquired taste. Boys prefer something more spectacular," and Father aimed the apparatus at the moon. "Now look." "Wow, that's beautiful," César said. "Amazement is the beginning of wisdom," Father quoted. And, a little while later, when it was dark, he showed his son all the remote corners of the sky, just like his grandfather had shown him, a long time ago. In June, there was a festival in the town. Bertrand and his buddies had finally finished digging the Canal de Craponne all the way to Salon, and the irrigation canal was opened with much fanfare. Once the engineer of the project had personally opened the lock and the water was flowing freely, after a loud applause, a band played a piece of music they had rehearsed for the occasion. Anne wanted to extend the festivities to her home, because her husband had been unable to attend, due to his rheumatism. His brothers Antoine and Julien and their families were invited and of course, Bertrand was part of the party too. In the backyard, long dining tables had set up, because the family had expanded quite a bit during the course of the last few years. The number of children was overwhelming. The resident offspring were running zigzag through the crowd of adults; it was a busy scene. Michel had ordered a barrel of champagne from Reims for the occasion and the four brothers had a toast in honor of the completed project. In the back of the garden, the women were frying chicken. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 76   Printer-friendly version

The Tragedy Of May 2nd @ juicy mood     May 12 2011, 12:48 (UTC+0) CyberHamster writes: -- Better Late than never On May 2nd 2011 a terribly appalling and tragic event occurred. On that day, the leader of a nation whose people claim it to be based on principles of freedom and justice announced the assassination of a violent murderer, and the people of that nation received the announcement with great rejoicing. On that day, an insidious enemy struck at the heart of democracy and emerged victorious to the jubilant cheers of the people. During the Nuremburg trials, high ranking officials and generals of the defeated Nazi regime were charged with crimes against humanity, and evidence was given both by witnesses and in the form of multitudinous written records, both for and against. In several cases, the trials led to acquittal of the accused, while in others the accused were sentenced to hard labour or death. In 1960 when Mossad agents found former-Nazi Adolf Eichmann in Argentina, they chose to bring him to trial in Israel. The trial was fair, he was represented by defence lawyers, the process was open for international scrutiny, and comprehensive and compelling evidence was presented to the court which eventually lead to his indictment and execution. The International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia is a body of the United Nations located in the Hague in the Netherlands, with a charter to "[prosecute] persons responsible for serious violations of international humanitarian law" in relation to the Yugoslav wars. It has prosecuted several high-ranking officials, politicians and generals who have committed crimes against humanity and other similarly egregious crimes. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 583   Printer-friendly version

mycroft in emergency room @ juicy mood     Feb 06 2011, 04:06 (UTC+0) mycroft writes: -- I went to the emergency room this afternoon. hundreds of socks in usenet should not stop hiding behind proxies, however. I simply drank water instead of rum. a couple of shots of ethyl and I was okay. no, actually, I told a doctor I see that I am allergic to a certain kind of medicine and I should never be given it. Naturally, that is exactly what she gave me. benadryl and steroids all around, bartender. and rum; lots of rum. oh, wait; there's only 2 of us here. Nih, name your poison... Nih could not be immediately reached for comment. Read comments (1) / Write comment recent comments: aw shit sorry nih 14.May:14:11 Printer-friendly version

:: Random Poem :: by Robert Frost -- The Road Not Taken @ juicy mood     Jan 24 2011, 00:24 (UTC+0) Photographer: landolfi - Milky Way Road -- by Robert Frost, published in 1916 The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. Continued... Read comments (4) / Write comment recent comments: stay frosty mycroft 30.Jan:18:42 Views: 933   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Scandom Merry X Mandom :: @ juicy mood     Dec 24 2010, 13:10 (UTC+0) Cartoonist / My Idol - unknown nih writes: -- what better time than to spread a little xmas joy mm? -- to those who still come to visit the site - have a good one and stuff - the poems a tiny bit lame but hay - i'll look for more if i find a goody i'll post it --- :: -- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- -- from unknown Oh Christmas tree, lovely Christmas tree! Chopped down in a forest of plastic at a Chinese factory. That year, 1987, was the first year your blessed bough hung before us, Joy to the World and the rest of the chorus. That first year, do you recall? We broke your stand and had to nail you to the wall, tied with festive utilitarian string, A live tree stand for a metal trunk is an interesting thing. We Wish You a Merry Christmas and colored lights Trying to put you up is liable to yoke a fight. Complicated, lopsided, daring you to fall, Well, we said, at least you’re tall. Jingle Bells, dust, and left over tree icing, Damn I wish it were spring and gifts weren’t so high in the pricing. But I love your ornaments, indeed I do, Even if you look like you were decorated by monkeys in the zoo. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 936   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Dark Poetry :: By Frank Bidart -- Dark Night @ juicy mood     Oct 19 2010, 16:10 (UTC+0) Artist: ~pu-sama -- Sin -- By Frank Bidart -- Dark Night -- [John of the Cross] * In a dark night when the light burning was the burning of love :: fortuitous night - fated - free :: as I stole from my dark house dark house that was silent grave sleeping by the staircase that was secret hidden safe - disguised by darkness :: fortuitous night - fated - free :: by darkness and by cunning dark house that was silent grave sleeping in that sweet night secret seen by no one and seeing nothing my only light or guide the burning in my burning heart night was the guide to the place where he for whom I waited whom I had long ago chosen waits - night brighter than noon in which none can see night was the guide sweeter than the sun raw at dawn for there the burning bridegroom is bride and he who chose at last is chosen. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 1182   Printer-friendly version

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