Eves are potential: the pendulum at its farthest swing,
The wave as it curls, the indrawn breath, lowered lashes.
They accrete importance, become more the thing than the thing,
Surrounded by lights, by costumes, icons, belled sashes.
The days themselves are rushes, crashes, madness,
The ebb and flow of family, feasts, and fastness.
But eves — eves are frozen, out of time, still and somehow sad —
An endless moment of anticipation you had, but never have.
From the new design of the Three Rings offices I conclude the following:
As part of my relentless and pointless self-examination (all intended to bring you a Better Blog(tm), of course), I’m curious as to which posts you liked the most this year.
Besides, that way I can skate by with a very slight blog post today while not looking like I am ignoring the blog altogether.
I’m curious for nominations in the following categories:
Lots of interviews prompted by Areae. Here’s a couple:
So Game|Wire mentions this game concept of Sherlock Holmes vs Cthulhu, and apparently it even exists already in a French version. But all I can think of is Neil’s Gamain’s award-winning short story “A Study in Emerald,” which you can download the PDF of, if you want to read it. I guess there’s no connection, and it’s just a case of peanut butter and chocolate seeming obvious.
