...always...

little one i shall, for the better part of my life, keep you like a favored poem in my heart.  A perfect angel you are, untainted by the world.  Your womb will never find end, it will encompass the sphere of sky.  I could only imagine your beauty and it will be fulfilled.  May Mary caress your tender cheek and provide for you infinite comfort.  This is a bitter world and the chill draught of air will be for me to suffer.  There is triumph in this, there is a conquering nature of perfect innocence.  Turn ours eyes then on a sun that will never set.  It will warm us in the same glorious coat of light.  May those that seek harm, that celebrate death, find their reward.  No one can take from you.
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...cutting a thumb to catch a break...

Don't use folding knives.  If you apply the right pressure and twist, the goddamned thing will swing back on you.  I took an inch by 1/4 inch bite off my thumb like a dog-eared page of a book.  My remark as soon as I saw the knife close in was how fast flesh looks dead...takes a second.  I'll discuss at another time: it's been a pain trying to type or use a mouse for a few weeks now.

Meanwhile, Powder Blue and Heart-Shaped Box made their physical copy debut on Amazon.com:
- Powder Blue Gentlemen
- Heart-Shaped Box

My Twitter theme of #theoc summer sweets continues: http://twitter.com/jackedwardsshow.  Gaining a weight as a result, good things calories go straight to my ego.

Working actively on Pace (the comic book), a few video projects, and Filipino Cookbook.  Should have progress shortly.  Happily distracted with a little side tag called A Canticle of Jade.  Thanks for returning, I appreciate it greatly.  More to come...

..."Bing"...re-pitch of sub-site and abridged published version...

...to make the first draft more palatable, even by small measures, here's the unabridged, but published version that is available on Lulu.  The sub-site has also been fixed with appropriate links to make it easier to follow the blog.  Links at the bottom of each chapter have been fixed as well to flow correctly.  The e-book version had inconsistencies that were inherent in the drafts fixed.

...skin...02jul12...

lay out the blueprint.  when it is fresh it smells of prussian blue undefinable to any other smells (although, he will admit unselfishly it could be found in used bookstores - that's why he goes.  He won't buy a thing, but walk up and the down the aisles, fain interest in something then the other aisle.  He'll leave with a smile when the clerk misses him yet again.  He must think it stealing of some kind.)  he traces the schematic, across the lines where electrons will one day fall.  they must make there way back upon itself.  they must perform an action, must react, must continue down avenues and make processes upon cascading decisions.  capacitors here, regulating charge.  varistors here to keep the electric slop in check.  he measured out the voltage as he lead down the pathways of the circuit.  he would be correct, but he found places where they could be made more efficient, or, add processes for more work.

he adjusted his brown shell frames.  they would gain oil as the day wore on and tended to slip.  he brushed his arm across his brow, the grey shirt smelled of Salems.  the incandescent light strained his eyes after so many hours.  the lighter areas of the print tended to meld together by the end of day.

he made notes on a stenographers sheet and piled the good ones together - they were meticulously done, his secretary couldn't work with his normal writing.  he'll need them typed and ordered by drawing number tomorrow afternoon for the drawing pull down.

he rose and flipped out his fob, a carry-over from his father's father.  3:50pm.  late day.  the radio was playing Fifth Dimension, but a song he hadn't heard before.  must be new.

as he gathered his stuff he scanned the schematic again.  not for notes, but looking at them with a clear mind, processing them as if the first time.  entering long a long sheet laid across the tabletop of his mind.

he put his notes near the door, this time scanning the work around his lab and performing the same trick he did with the drawing.  this time, he played with work that needed to be done.

the remote controller rack needed to be done.  tomorrow will need to find time to take thirty minutes and put the RF kit together, power it and mount the dial.  it needed to have that working if it was going to pass QC by next week.  the pin on the ANT will throw a logic value (1) to the transistor and the lamp will go off.  the lamp was a problem since they were unreliable.  perhaps keeping it in a low cap state and heighten it once (1) is reached.  he saw the board on his page and put corresponding designation on them (GND, DATA, U1, C1, C14, ANT, L1, etc).

this may not take twenty minutes.  the light through the shades had moved across the floor, he let a few minutes escape him.  it was 420p now.  he raced off, threw the notes on jennifer's desk and pushed his way out of the double doors.

the light hit his face like a warm slap.  turn off that part now or he won't be able to sleep tonight.  a cold shower and a stiff one to even settle in.  put on a reel-to-reel of AFRTS that he recorded at Clark, they played a bunch of stuff that sounded like home.  music was coming from California and no where else the last two years, just inching below the Beatles.