Be careful when you tell your own story.

These stories we tell about ourselves– they’re almost like our infrastructure, like railroads or highways. We can build them almost any way we want to. But once they’re in place, this whole inner landscape grows up around them. So maybe the point here is that you should be careful about how you tell your story, or at least conscious of it. Because once you’ve told it, once you’ve built the highway, it’s just very hard to move it. Even if your story is about an angel who came out of nowhere and saved your life, even then, not even the angel herself can change it.

 

-Michael Lewis, http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/504/how-i-got-into-college?act=2#play

 

Michael Lewis really is a great non-fiction writer. I think this is one of the best segments on This American Life that I’ve heard in a while. It fascinates me how something from reality can be presented in such a poetic and poignant manner. I tend to read and to write fiction, but  drafting a story that has already happened takes away some of the burden of fabrication. Something to consider.

Why I Won’t be buying Mass Effect 3 On/Before Launch Day

[Regretful but steadfast] I will not be purchasing Mass Effect 3 on launch day because of the poor treatment I have received from EA. (Totally read that in an Elcor’s voice).

We can work this out, EA. / You should apologize.
We can work this out, EA. / You should apologize.

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Mindthings – Elle

The locks fall and open doors
a summer euphony saunters in
the shadows twist and flourish
hovering above the carpet sea

A hand snakes into view
the fingertips cured and refined
they’ve traveled among softer lands
lips, cotton, cake and pillows

A new day stretches like a yawning cat
from here to horizon, everything
everything is brimming with brilliance
full of promise, full of adoration

A cube of ice balances on another
condensation shrouding the glass
it fits into the lady’s palm
and siphons the heat away

Her lips part to loose friendly words
and she dons a smile
almost furtive, almost fleeting
“Hello. I’ve been waiting.”

In the evening sway, she is calm
the ocean peels away like her gown
leaving the beach bereft
a glittering expanse for new moon, new light.