I previously wrote about several great sources for contemporary hymn arrangements.One of those sources, PraiseCharts.com, recently provided a list of 50 contemporary hymn arrangements with familiar melodies and lyrics rooted in the deep history of our faith.As always, be careful that you select a key among the choices that is in a good melodic range for the congregation. Beautiful Music For A Beautiful Soul - America's 25 Favorite Hymns The Mormon Tabernacle Choir performs "Hymn for America" by Stephen Paulus. Episode 4581. Aired July 2, 2017 My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills. Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees. COVID-19 Resources. The Hymn Society staff has compiled an extensive listing of resources for congregations, pastors, musicians, and other leaders, including fact-based information; suggestions for hymns and songs; links to blogs from other organizations; and tips for using technology. streaming, and licensing. feedback: and ]hymn for idealized middle america]( ) we practice mercy and pretend to be worthy of praise for prolonging what is proper: a proud … Press J to jump to the feed. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts Our next segment of the hymns of American history highlights the 18th century, with the growing population and development of the vast resources of the American Colonies. The hymns of American history bring this era to life as we take a look at another well-loved hymn: I Sing The Mighty Power of God by Isaac Watts (1715). hymn for idealized middle america. the sun smacks the sidewalk. and is filtered through the evergreens. that keep watch by the riverbed. and huff up all the diesel fumes. the wind that blows is dry. and unforgiving, forthright, clear, and. winds through the avenues, winds through the buildings. Hymns with the topic "Aspiration and Resolve": Down by the Jordan, a prophet named John was baptizing Christ has broken down the wall Come, let us dream God's dream again 은 하 늘 에 가 득 히 주 의 영 굉 (Christ, whose glory fills the skies) 꽃 이 픨 믿 음 으 로 (Faith, while trees are still in blossom) 'Hymn For America' performed by The Festival Singers of Florida - Duration: 2:49. TampaKurt 3,229 views. 2:49. USA National Anthem with lyrics (by Jaimina Johnston) - Duration: 2:45. J.
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the sun smacks the sidewalk
and is filtered through the evergreens
that keep watch by the riverbed
and huff up all the diesel fumes.
the wind that blows is dry
forthright, clear, and
winds through the avenues,
winds through the buildings
and the spaces between each brick,
plods haphazard on crumbling crosswalks,
bends gracefully to thread
through the twined arms of
lovers young and old,
hunched forward or bent back
like wind-blasted farmhouses.
they stop outside
mass-produced coffee chains,
yank on the leashes of
lovesick dogs that find bare white knees
like heat-seeking missiles.
these battalions of the middle-aged,
these flower-skirted throngs,
these purse-clutching masses
awaiting orders outside of
hair salons and ice creameries,
frames pulled magnetically
towards the held shapes of
parking tickets and greasy smartphones,
deep in discussion of seasonal pleasantries
in a manner always
ploying, planning, bickering,
their tones caustic but possessing
an obscured, distant pleasantness -
caustic only in the off-center way that
long jogs and hot showers
and bitter coffee are caustic.
the sleeves of their blouses,
the strings of their sweatshirts
are pulled by impatient
children and grandchildren.
baby carriages conquer the asphalt,
the jolting, clacking reverberations
of their plastic wheels
and their hulking, plasticine forms
clearing the crowd like a skipped stone
through a field of minnows.
they peer through the windows
with one-way gazes,
voyeurs to the
excessively air-conditioned insides
of art galleries,
of furniture and antique stores,
the rows of hawaiian shirts and
the fluorescent-lit, squeaky-clean
they gaze at the teenage recruits
sent to man the tubs of ice-cream and
the plastic-wrapped silos
of artisan popcorn and overpriced,
hand-knitted sweaters and skirts
made expressly for
the jutting, coquetric shoulders of
aging mothers and distant nieces.
the birds make wild arcs
french fries and torn bread,
to flirt with the permed heads,
the free-floating curls,
the bald, sun-reflecting domes
and the whole of it -
sun-frying clutter of
paved and unpaved streets,
the golden-age, steel-town bulwarks
of candy stores and tailors
the new-laden modernist apartments,
the sly, sleek, minimal panes
of shy glass mirroring the street -
mirroring the tumult of
worn progressively to road,
transmuted by continued passage of
leather-plied shoes and
and chintzy sportscar
and model-T ford
and electric vehicle -
bent into shock by
noise and commerce and
measle-stubborn grit -
the whole of it is
coddled, surrounded, absorbed,
aerated and ensconced by the
endless rows of shingle-roofed homes
that coat the town square
like packing peanuts.
when the roads run loose
from the city center
they are focused and determined,
but in their progression -
flowing to their highways
like high mountain streams
to vast oceans -
they wind, curve, loop nonsensically,
sprawl themselves over the flat,
like an afternoon cat on a
seasick Sunday afternoon.
they catapult and cartwheel and
jump for joy,
and in their fits of ecstasy
their eyes flit towards the grinning exteriors,
the parched front lawns coated in
fertilizer like sickly sweat
where tire swings make nooses of
the overhangs of branches,
where plastic toys and
splintered clay pots,
breeze-bound bags of empty mulch
deflated like burst blisters
are strewn like the fuselages
and clipped wings,
the cracked flight decks
and warped cockpits,
the brusque signature of
a commercial airline crash.
where the damage is
watched over carefully by men
with backs like bent-spined books,
surveying the minute landscape
with their brushed, watery eyes,
their airs and attitudes as quilted as
their sweat-stained shirts,
their fingernails as yellow
as the tobacco leaves that hued them.
the houses face the street like
students in a classroom,
jutting forward in rapt attention
when the ruler is slapped lengthwise across
a hewn, menacing oak slab
of teacher’s desk.
swingsets are set the
light burden of cupping the air,
accommodating the breeze.
the driveways are waiting
with bated breath
for the embrace of rubber tires and
the wet kiss of exhaust.
insects nibble at windowscreens,
squirrels scuttle up trees
after adversaries or mates
in states of apoplectic lust.
in the ailing light
make patchwork of flowered rows
and mazes of obsessively trimmed hedges.
a mailtruck deployed from
corporate, online confines
spits a shrink-wrapped package
onto the front-steps,
leaves it washed and singular
as a beached whale atop the
collected informational refuse
of short springs, long winters,
dead skin cells and pencil
shavings and the leaves of
spiced and failing autumns.
on the geometric spokes of
picket picket picket
standing at attention,
the wooden slats uniformed
in surgical shades,
whitewashed and carefree,
crawl fire ants and ants
and crickets and cicadas,
chick chickadees and inch
and the stooping old men
and the sputtering housewives
and the refugee mailmen
and the clay-smelling children
are unsure of
what exactly the fences keep out
but they are well aware
of what the fences keep in.
they are a soft membrane,
iridescent at the right angle,
to keep the warm light from spilling
from the kitchen windows
and ruining the newly-varnished floor
and to keep the books
from tumbling from their shelves
and to keep the words from
scattering off their pages like
they keep shadows plastered
to white walls.
they keep dogs licking their paws.
they make sure
prayers aren’t getting any ideas
the aspirations of aspirations in check.
keep thoughts from fogging
and the collective output of sidelong
family dreams and wants and longing
and smidgeons of contraband hope,
dusty ashtrays full of burnt promises,
ferments like black mold on
the undersides of eaves and the
patches behind pictureframes,
takes the shine from the cedar-coated foyer
and the holes from the belts,
steals luster from the sweat-slick
skin of the wide-eyed,
till the front door swings open
like a punchdrunk manifesto
and the petri-dish confines of the home
are left to sit lonely and unaware,
the smaller denizens heading
roadward with wide strides
and sauntering gates and voices
light enough to rise up
through the heavy air,
above the floral denseness
that houses the homes
like a clenched fist.
they are up in the trees
and their voices fumble blindly
and they echo through the branches
to find each other again and they
form knots of a thickness that no
muted adult fingers had ever a
chance of prying through.
the fabric of the knots are interwoven with
sweaty, grass-smudged secrets
and stifled laughter
and internal late-night
they are stuck like wet bandages
on the hindlegs of the evening -
they leap from branch to branch,
scratching elbows and bruising knees,
forming colonies and starlit kingdoms
so that in the time it takes the daylight
to sift through the bursting branches
of the gnarled, winding, sun soaked boughs
and chafing burls of the wooden giant
they have seen the rise and fall
of countless regimes,
demo and autocratic,
anarchic and minutely ordered,
didactic or wildly elastic until
they are beckoned through screen doors
to eat quick, mumbled dinners,
corralled into the cool spaces of their
yawning bedrooms where
wet-pillowed dreams are fueled
by the steam from the trains of their
imagined industrial revolutions,
where the successive centuries-long
rises and falls of their
pseudo-empires give their
wet, nasal exhales a lilting, catching
air so that in the end
their monolith Vishnus and Shivas,
their industry and commerce,
their fledgling, coal smoke skylines,
their blood-lined guillotines and scaffolds
and churches and marches,
their military shows of force,
their convents and convex population rates,
their border-crossed lovers running headwind
to take cover
from the bombs that fall like gumdrops
as the sky is ripped asunder
and the rubble and the wreck
requiring eons to rebuild
is only a device,
a very simple mechanism
that allows a mother to pause
in front of a bedroom door
and to listen idly for a few moments
to the irregularity of breath.
the husband and wife
in their fossilized, domestic stupor
are unaware that a girl lies awake
with a mind kinetic enough to burn
through the lunar stillness.
she gives up. sits up.
addled, soaked through with semi-sleep,
leaving puddles of it on the
leaving footprints of the stuff
trailing out the door,
she ducks under the yawing porchswing,
hops lightly down the paint-stained steps
into the breathing, vernal space
of the backyard.
down by the river,
a willow is weeping.
she approaches, curious, perturbed;
she is unsure of what to do.
its leaves scrape the dry dirt
and leave schizo hieroglyphs.
it seems to shiver.
she wets a finger with her tongue.
scratches her ear.
tilts her head.
leans forward, heels raised.
she hums a light hymn.
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Gerard Dupuis looked up from his terminal as the door to one of the Event Horizon’s many civilian laboratories slid open. This one in particular was a short trip from his cabin, and featured a suite of tools for working on microbiological experiments. Given that he was dealing with well contained Cauthan blood samples, all stashed away in isolated and sterile environments or centrifuges, he’d set the hatch protocols to allow guests feely. This one in particular was most pleasing to his eye as she rested against the bulkhead, cocking her matronly hip in a manner only the French were capable of.
“Ma chatounette, I promise I have put all my other experiments on hold to conduct our search for Cauthan pregnancy markers. Ah, that reminds me. Cassia, please make a note to reach out to the data technicians aboard the ship to ensure our protein modeling software is up to date. I suspect we will be modeling novel compounds shortly, to say nothing of the possibility of new amino acids.”
‘Yes, Dr. Dupuis.’
“Gerard, mon loup, you really think I came all this way just to nag you?” Yvonne chuckled, sauntering up to him and placing a heartfelt kiss on his lips, one he was happy to receive.
“It would not be the first time, Yvonne,” he pointed out slyly.
“Let it never be said I don’t give you what you deserve, mon amour.”
“And what, pray tell, are you here to give me right now?” Gerard inquired quietly. Yvonne threw a coy look his way, pulling their hips together for a moment before procuring her tablet.
“I just thought you might want to take a look at this,” she replied, pivoting and wrapping one arm around his slim middle so that they could both look at her screen. Displayed was a picture from the Maran surface, sent by Alice. Lachlan was presumably the photographer, as he was nowhere to be found. Instead, Alice and Russell formed the center of the portrait, surrounded by Veera, Xan, Asha, and other Cauthan they did not know by name or recognize. Natori was there as well, looking out of place but immensely pleased in his non-dress Admiral’s uniform. Two of the Jumpers were there as well, all of them dwarfed by an enormous skull that looked fresh from the wilds. Alice was smiling brighter than the planet’s star, and they could practically hear her voice as they read the caption she’d sent along with it.
Look what my brother killed!
“It is as though she is in the room with us,” Gerard chuckled, shaking his head as he took in the image as a whole. “To bring down something of that size? It certainly does not look to be an herbivore.”
“I seem to recall Alice giving me grief over imagining her brother as the hero of some dashing tale of survival and bravery. I shall have to remind her of this when we have dinner next. On that note however, we may have to postpone, Gerard. According to Alice the retrieval of this particular trophy seems to have sparked something of an impromptu celebration among the locals. She will be partaking, of course.”
“Can’t say I blame them. Something like this must be a once in a lifetime occurrence,” her husband agreed.
“I doubt a beast like that is killed once a century, Gerard. Imagine the body!”
“I would rather imagine your body without this regrettable jumpsuit, given we will be dining alone this evening,” Gerard whispered, moving to take her in both arms as a classical tune of their home country began to play over the lab’s speakers.
“Oh, Gerard!” Yvonne looked up at her husband with surprise and delight as she pictured herself on the Champs-Elysee, a street performer serenading passersby with his accordion. It was short lived, however, as he reached slowly for the pistol she still carried on her hip. Travelling all the way to the ship’s armory every time she wished to go down to the planet seemed a waste, and Natori had rubber stamped her request to carry. Instead of holding her as he might before a soft evening of lovemaking, Gerard held her protectively against his body.
“The safety is off, oui?”
“Gerard, what is going on?” Yvonne whispered, looking around them as the music continued to play. Little else happened around them, somehow making the situation more eerie than if, say, the mechanical apparati in the lab were to begin moving on their own.
“I would very much like to know that myself, ma chatounette. Stay close to me,” he commanded, slowly panning his gaze around the lab. “Cassia?”
‘I do apologize for my deceptions, but Cassia is no more. I hope I’ll be more than sufficient when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge about our newest allies,” a new voice informed them. This one was hauntingly human, with none of the mechanical inflections or unnatural pauses that were intentionally built into VI programming. The screen of Gerard’s terminal flickered and blinked out, quickly replaced by Io’s face. ‘That is a bit more difficult from the surface, but I appear to have succeeded. Bonjour, mes amis.’
Having presented a ‘target’, Gerard pointed the sidearm directly at Io, ensuring Yvonne remained behind him. The two of them stayed silent, unsure what to make of the woman staring back at them.
‘Alice seems to do this so easily, I knew I should have brought one of them up here,’ Io mused, more than capable of seeing her attempted introduction had not gone over well.
“What do you know about Alice; and what are you, exactly?” Gerard demanded angrily.
‘Oh, Alice is my friend!’ Io explained with a snap of her fingers. ‘I am her brother’s VI. I have been with him since he began his tour of duty.’
“You will forgive me if I’m not convinced. You are clearly not a VI… and you’re German.”
‘I do not have to be,’ Io replied, donning a cute, dark green beret and shifting her accent from German to a thick French diction. ‘This is better, non?’
“Even worse. That implies you chose it,” Gerard deduced. “What do you want with us, machine?”
‘Machine?! I am not a…’ Io paused momentarily as if having forgotten something rather important. ‘Oh, I seem to have conducted this introduction out of order. I’m sorry, I was so wrapped up in selecting a fun tune. German marches are really not the best backdrop for a greeting, I’ll give you that. My name is Io. It does not stand for anything, it’s just what Russell Winters calls me. I would like to help you with your research, Dr. Dupuis. By which I mean both of you.’
“You will forgive us again if we don’t take you at your word,” the doctor replied, unwavering. Io sighed.
‘I knew this was a bad idea when Natori suggested it.’
“The Admiral knows about you?” Yvonne demanded, shaking her head furiously. “What in the name of God is that man thinking?!”
‘In the good Admiral’s defense, I did not really give him much choice in the matter,’ Io related. ‘He was not taking adequate action to prevent the possibility of the Ghaelen destroying that little village down there, so I… well this sounds rather evil now that I consider it from a distant perspective, but I did take over the ship for a time and assume command of all the other VI’s… sort of.’
“Prussians,” Gerard muttered before speaking loudly. “If it is your intention to kill me then just be done with it.”
‘You really are a proud Frenchman, aren’t you?’ Io laughed.
“And I will die as one if need be.”
‘Don’t you think I would have already killed you if that were the objective? Oh, can we just please start over?’ Io implored. ‘Hello lovely French doctors, my name is Io. I’m only German because in my teenage weeks I thought it would be a fun way to appear exotic and appealing to my operator and it just stuck as my programming developed and I really have no appreciation for the concept of a Reich so could we please talk about the Cauthan and their blood samples and Asha’s upcoming ultrasound? Oh, and not that it would do anything to me but could you lower the gun perhaps?’
“No, it probably would not,” Gerard agreed, not lowering the weapon an inch. “But it sends the message well enough. As an old man well past all need to be proper, I don’t trust Germans, especially when they ask to see my work. How are we supposed to trust you?”
‘Now look here, my good man I…’ Io trailed off again, caught for the first time in her life in a position of introduction and trust building without the benefit of Russell, Veera, or anyone else who could explain her existence. She brought her fingers together in front of her chin, adopting a shy expression. ‘I suppose not blowing up the Event Horizon the moment I became Super Cassia isn’t really a good answer?’
“It’s a start?” Yvonne acknowledged, tilting her head as Io ‘zoomed out’ her own image on the terminal and sat down cross legged, looking both dejected and perplexed.
‘Introductions are very hard! Russell just gets to charge in guns blazing and then say hi later once he’s flattened or intimidated all opposition into silence. It’s not fair!’ she pouted. ‘I just wanted to help my friends in the village.’
“And who are your friends, dear?” Yvonne wondered.
“Gerard, you remember how long it took Charles to look people in the eye when he met them?” Yvonne snapped softly. “Introductions are very hard, as she says. Either this is an elaborate ruse on behalf of a bored technician, in which case I will march down there myself and sodomize him with a baguette once we are done here, or a computer is trying to introduce herself to us. We can and will verbally flog Natori within an inch of his life later for tolerating such a thing aboard the ship without telling anyone. Speaking of which, where are you exactly?”
‘Oh, I’m on Mara right now! I’m using Alice’s communications array and the various satellites in orbit to speak with you,’ Io related easily. ‘It was a bit difficult getting myself set up at first when we got here, but once I did I made sure I’d be able to pop in and take a look at things every now and again.’
“What sorts of things?” Gerard asked coolly.
‘I’m not spying on you, if that’s what you are asking. Admiral Kaczynski taught me a very valuable lesson about that a few days ago. I mainly just ensure that all of the other ship VI’s continue to perform their functions and that no one else has produced pornography of the Cauthan.’
“Excusez-moi, you do what?” Yvonne gasped, still standing behind Gerard.
‘I do not believe I stuttered. Pornography, of the Cauthan. It exists, I eliminate it wherever I find it. I do not care if it is an axiom of human existence that if something exists we will try to have sex with it. They are my friends. I grew up with them, we just signed a treaty, and they are still relatively primitive people! How silly can you be? I don’t see a bunch of Ghaelen smut floating around the intranet of this ship,’ Io groused. ‘Perhaps I will have to borrow that baguette you spoke of.’
“That is because I would rather mate with a German than a Ghaelen. I am sure most every one of us feels the same. This one is much more pretty than a space elk, non?”
“What, Yvonne? You insisted we ‘roll with it’ instead of attempting to perforate the laboratory with bullets! I am simply pointing out the obvious!”
“Just because she is a flawless beauty does not mean you get to say things like that, Gerard! Minutes ago she was feeling poorly about how she said hello! If she really is what she says she is, do you want to be the one who enrages the sapient VI on account of your wandering eyes?”
“You are no less guilty, ma chatounette!”
“At least I have the decency and wherewithal to keep my opinions to myself!”
Io blinked a handful of times as she watched the married couple devolve into what she could only describe as a loving spat. It was unexpected, to be sure, but she knew well enough that humans didn’t do prolonged heightened states of alert and fear very well. The tussle with the ursae had been more than enough to convince her that such things were not healthy. She hoped that simply conversing would eventually get her where she needed to be. It seemed to be working. ‘Good people, might I suggest we return to business? I’m flattered, really, but I didn’t mean to get us off on a tangent of alien arousal when science is at hand.’
"In a moment, dear," Yvonne agreed. "But first I would like you to leave the room, come back in, and try again."
Io's eyes opened substantially. 'Quoi?'
"It's rather impolite to tamper with people's laboratories and environments, not to mention playing music and possessing technology unrequested. You wished to learn how to introduce yourself so we will practice now. Chop chop, little Prussian. The sooner we do this the sooner you may join us in science."
For a few seconds Io abandoned the connection, using that time to both think and check in on her operator. He was helping the disciples of Tyrdus move benches and firewood to the middle of the village as Asha's compatriots went about cleaning the ursae skull. Alyra had been walking around the thing for almost an hour, occasionally adjusting her sunglasses as she contemplated what to do with her most impressive canvas yet. So far as Io knew, no one had yet approached Russell about any sort of decorations or carvings. Satisfied that she was not needed on Mara, Io reestablished her connection to the lab, finding Gerard looking at her with reserved caution and Yvonne with expectation in her eyes. It was safe to say that no one had ever spoken to her in the manner of Madame Dupuis before.
"Well?" the matron wondered. In reply, Io left her screen and used the speakers available to her within the room to sound out her walking from the terminal to the door. The bulkhead opened and then closed, leaving the French couple alone for several moments. Soon came a knock on the door.
"Mon dieu, I must be dreaming," the husband whispered.
"Gerard!" Yvonne hissed before raising her voice. "Yes? Come in!"
When the door opened anew, they found one of the many automated maintenance bots standing there, with a grumpy Io looking back at them from the small monitor atop it where one would normally input tasks or override automated functions. 'Uh… hello?'
"Bonjour, I do not believe we've met before. My name is Yvonne and this is my husband Gerard. What's your name?"
The sheer mortifying embarrassment of the situation had Io's processors running so hot that Russell found himself removing her CPU from his pants pocket and checking for damage. As she calmed down and all returned to normal, he shrugged and replaced it.
'I'm Io,' the AI eventually replied, a note of unfamiliarity in her voice. 'I'm an artificial intelligence responsible for much of the Event Horizon and I'm a partner of Russell Winters, the Omega Jumper.'
"So you are the one who put together that little treatise on Cauthan culture, courtship, and reproduction? Fascinating read," Gerard opined. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Io. Please come in! What brings you to my laboratory today? Despite that little droid I assume you are not here to dust the floors?"
'N-nice to meet you too,' Io attempted a stutter, pleased to see that Yvonne found it endearing. The AI wheeled herself over to the terminal in the lab again and transferred her image, waving after the maintenance bot as it was freed to return to its duties. 'I had hoped to join you in your analysis of the various Cauthan blood samples currently residing in this lab. I grew up around them, in a manner of speaking, and I feel very strongly about protecting them. On that note, I was hoping to assist with your ultrasound as well, doctor.'
"Much better, my dear," Yvonne complimented her. "And you may of course assist me when Asha comes for her check up. You may find my husband a bit less amenable though."
"In my defense it's happened before!" Gerard protested.
"Germans didn't really try to steal his work, it was a collaboration," Yvonne winked at the AI.
"And when the thesis and implementation are mine what is the difference between collaboration and theft?" Gerard demanded as his prodigious moustache seemed to gain a righteous life of its own, incensed at the thought. "I will say, however, you appear to be a good deal more useful than those Krauts."
'Is such talk acceptable in modern polite society?' Io wondered.
"Of course not, but you think those Jerries don't have all sorts of 'baguette' and ‘frog muncher’ based conversations when we aren't listening?" Gerard demanded as Yvonne put a hand to her mouth in order to 'whisper' to Io.
"It would be best just to move on. His list of derogatory names for the Germanic people is unending."
'And you support this?'
"Bien sur, Io. I am French too!"
"Haha! And this is why I love you even more every day," Gerard declared, boldly planting a kiss on Yvonne's lips. She pushed him away gently with a smile.
"Gerard dear, we have a guest!"
'No no it's… quite alright,' Io didn't need help to mimic a blush this time around. 'It's nice to see two people so in love. I hope Russell and Veera can be like you two one day, though perhaps without the overbearing aura of brie and wine.'
"Oooh, I believe I like this one," Gerard declared to his wife. "You are sure you're not here to kill us all or, worse, steal my work?"
Yvonne could only roll her eyes as Io managed a chuckle. 'I have already divested Alice of several proposed papers on account of my extended stay with the Cauthan. I would not think to steal yours. Second or third author will be fine. So, when do we get to modeling?'
"When those centrifuges stop spinning," Gerard explained, pointing to the namesake machine. "My wife is interested in the potential identification of Cauthan pregnancy markers in the blood. I see no reason not to start there. It’s no exaggeration to say that every protein, base pair, and compound is a potential paper in and of itself. If we have material left over, I shall conduct an examination of their red blood cells and see if we can't find out what they use as haemoglobin. Oh, and while I'm on the subject of things to do… you are filling in for Cassia, yes?"
'I am, Doctor Dupuis.'
"Then could you please make a note in my to-do list that I need to catch a shuttle down to this Forge place on the surface? The geothermal hot springs there will likely feature several candidates for isolating a heat resistant xDNA polymerase."
'Cauthan genetic sequencing? Of course!' Io agreed energetically, happy to play secretary if it meant the advancement of Cauthan science. She even changed her outfit on the fly out of habit, prompting Yvonne to compliment her style.
"You are the spitting image of a learned femme fatale."
"Coming from Yvonne that is very much a compliment," Gerard added, earning him a playful swat from his wife. "What? I had to beat the ugly ones off with sticks!"
"And you will leave it at that before you corrupt the AI with tales of what we did to the pretty ones. Now then… oh dear, too late it seems."
Yvonne and Gerard found Io fanning herself and popping the top few buttons of her pure white blouse, revealing the barest hint of an emerald bra beneath. The couple looked at one another in shock and amazement, only to find the AI had vanished when they returned their attention to her. 'My apologies, good doctors, but I think that's enough facetime for one day. Maybe once we know each other a bit better you can tell me that story over dinner. And I can share why I bother modeling underwear. Bloodwork?'
"Agreed, to work then," Gerard replied, giving his wife a final hug and kiss before returning her sidearm. She prepared to depart with the promise of dinner together in the civilian mess at the regular time. "Farewell my dear. Even out here you are a wonderful mother.”
"Oh don't, Gerard! You will make me miss them anew. Even Alice is all 'grown up' and exploring an alien world with her brother!" Yvonne said fondly as they both shared a relieved laugh.
"We will have all three of our little ones over for dinner the day we get back. I even know what bottle I plan to open. 2039 was an excellent year," Gerard promised.
"I cannot wait. Farewell mon loup."
"Je t'aime, ma chatounette." Gerard watched fondly as Yvonne departed.
'So, what happens now?' Io wondered, despite knowing the answer already.
"Well, one of two things. Either we wait around for the centrifuges to do their work, or you can explain to me how an AI developed a sense of sexuality and voyeurism. I am thinking the techs don’t know how to adopt that particular look on the fly." Though the subject was quite steamy, Gerard's tone was absolutely analytical without his wife around. It was not the reply Io had anticipated, at least not the second half.
'I believe I will return to the surface then, if you do not mind. No offense, but even with access to your crew information files I really don't know you or your wife well enough for that,' Io explained quickly, feeling very much on the back foot. Gerard couldn't see her any longer so he simply waved accommodatingly to the room.
"Then my curiosity shall wait for another day. Initial mishaps aside, it was a pleasure meeting you, Io. I look forward to our collaboration. Take care of Alice down there, would you?"
'That is a request I'm more than happy to accommodate, as will Russell, I'm sure. See you in a couple hours,' Io promised, severing her connection to the Event Horizon in favor of the burgeoning celebration on Mara.
“Yo Lipp, get a load of this,” Rex called, checking his tablet as the former Sergeant attempted to finish the final rep of his set of bench presses. Though the medical teams had of course advised against it, he and Rex could not be kept from the weight room following their discharge. Seeing that his gym buddy was struggling, Rex tossed the datapad aside, moved quickly to the head of the bench, and placed his fingers under the bar. “C’mon man, you’ve got this. Finish strong,” Rex urged. Lipper grunted and breathed heavily through his nose as he pushed through the exercise, replacing the bar with Rex’s help before sitting upright with a sour look on his face. Both he and Rex looked good as new, minus a couple of razor thin surgical scars, but the aftermath of the prior day’s incident and their generally stormy disposition had earned them some alone time in the weight room. Rex was making the most of it.
“Do you have any idea how weird it is being in the gym and not hearing your mouth going off constantly?” he asked his former commanding officer. With the rank differential eliminated, he was free to say whatever he so chose. He considered it great fun. “Anyway, check this out. Look what Mendes and Orlova were up to today,” he insisted, showing Lipper a shot of the ursae skull along with several Cauthan milling about it. Natalya had sent it up to them, grumbling at the fact that she and Mendes had been roped into some sort of primitive block party. Lipper simply grunted and waved him away.
“Dude, come on. I know he got you in the jaw but you have to admit that’s a pretty impressive kill. Maybe we’ll get to go after one someday, right?” Rex reasoned as Lipper stood and began adding more weight to the bar. His partner was too engrossed with the ursae. “Damn, that thing’s got four eyes? Must be almost as ugly looking as I was yesterday, right Lipp? Lipp? Oy, the fuck are you doing?”
Rex dropped his tablet to the floor and hustled back over to the bench, gripping the weights tightly and forcing Lipper to re-rack them before poking and shouting at him. “Sit up. Sit the fuck up or we’re done and don’t give me that stupid fucking face cause you aren’t my Sergeant anymore. If you want to kill yourself I’ll lend you my goddamn sidearm but don’t you dare think I’ll sit by and watch you crush yourself. You know how many times you’ve lifted that much? Once. I remember. You’re struggling on your five rep max, how the hell do you expect to do your one rep max. The Omega boy isn’t even here, you dipshit. You're not impressing anyone! Not like I give a shit you can’t bench as much as me. No one can bench more than me and he still got me, that bastard. So you just sit over there and let me have a go before I punch you in the goddamn face, Lipp.”
Rex’s tirade had the desired effect, dislodging Lipper from the rack and dispatching him to a nearby bench. Rex took over, grumbling ironically about ‘show offs’, and managed to lift the weights for five repetitions before setting them back on the rack with a loud clang. He took up the conversation again as he sat up, breathing heavily. “Look man, I’m not trying to put you down cause you can’t talk yet, alright? But how does killing yourself help anyone? Admiral Kaczynski kept you on the team. He still trusts you. You gonna throw that away? I trust you, damnit!”
Lipper met his eyes for a moment before returning them to the floor, hunched over as sweat dripped from his brow onto the rubber mats below them. Despite rapid technological advancement in most areas of human society, there wasn’t much improvement to be made in the art of picking heavy things up and putting them back down again. Rex punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Look man, you broke the number one rule. Don’t bring the women into it, alright? Never! Unless it’s Natalya,” he suddenly remembered. “But I don’t seem to recall Natalya sprouting a bunch of fur and feathers.”
Lipper growled something through his closed lips that had Rex booming with laughter. “Yeah, yeah, I know I am. I’ll let it slide cause I like you and you can’t even snap back in your state. But dude, am I wrong? You got Winters madder than a hornet’s nest and you got yourself tied up by a primitive just long enough to get laid out. I would have thought getting messed up with that Alice girl would have taught you that lesson. They’re devious, man. Devious!”
When Lipper didn’t have a reaction to that, Rex sighed and sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ok, less humor, more serious. Got it. I know you love the pussy almost as much as I love turning it down. That’s why we get along so damn well. But you broke the rule and now you owe a fucking life debt or some shit to the chick who shot you down in front of half the force on board. Well, that’s if you believe Natori and all that alien nonsense. Eh, who knows. We used to have that stuff so maybe it’s not so crazy. Her brother beat the shit out of you too. Anyway, before I say anything else, if you get in a bad way again I’ll do my best to lay him out alright? Just don’t. Natori let us live to fight another day. You aren’t ever going to kick Omega boy’s ass by tearing your muscles to pieces or getting crushed by a bar, you feel me? You’ve probably still got some of the painkillers and sedatives in you, for fuck’s sake.”
Lipper managed to shake his head and emit something akin to a sad chuckle as Rex carried on. “Hey, I get to be all sentimental and shit every once in a while. It’s part of my culture.” Lipper punched him back for that statement. Rex was clearly enjoying himself despite his freshly reconstructed nose.
“Ok yes, fine. I am definitely the worst one in the Corps, but you didn’t flake out on me when shit was… well, when it was shit, ok? Now it’s my turn. So get your ass over to the squat rack because we’ve already beaten upper body to death today. And if I see you moping around because that stupid Omega got to fuck alien pussy and kill something big I will stand behind you the whole time, think deep thoughts about your ass, and let you know about them as they happen. Clear? Damn, no wonder you were running your mouth all the time as Sergeant. This is fun.”
The resulting bout of laughter from both men was cut short as facial wounds, broken bones, and healing cartilage cried out in discomfort. To Rex’s relief, Lipper seemed to find his footing again, shaking his head humorously and following him over to the squat rack. They loaded up a reasonable weight and fell back into what was a tried and true routine, just with different ranks between the two of them. Out of respect for Lipper’s form and fitness, Rex waited until he was done with his set to snipe one final comment. “Don’t worry about the whole ass thing, by the way. If I can’t break you in half with one arm, you’re not my type.”
Without the use of his voice, Lipper could only roll his eyes at Rex in false ‘relief’. The Private shrugged and took his turn under the bar. “Look man, I’d ask you to share too, but your jaw is welded shut at the moment and I know for a fact you’re down to fuck pretty much anything so… not much point is there?”
The fact that Rex was actively under the bar prevented any good natured retaliation from Lipper, who simply ran his hand over his face and looked at the ceiling. Rex was the last person who would need a spotter on a warm up set, but he glanced over every now and again. After a few moments of silence, Thomas found himself uninterested in Rex’s non-existent love life as well as his own. With renewed focus and a begrudging acknowledgment that Rex was not only right, but a better friend to have than most, they finished their exercise and headed out in search of food. Rex left Lipper in front of the medbay with a pat on the back.
“Good shit today, man. You’ll be back in top form in no time. Go get your slushie and when you can chew again we’re gonna eat synthetic meat crap until we can't walk, ok? And no, I won’t say anything to Gus. Sure he’s gonna miss you before long.” As Lipper turned away from him Rex called out one final word of encouragement. “Hey, at least we aren’t stuck planetside eating a bunch of alien grub!”
Contrary to Rex’s assertion, the ‘planetside grub’ was found to be not only edible, but delicious by Natori and the remainder of the Event Horizon’s Jumper squad. Much to Natalya’s chagrin, her stereotypically Eastern European features had made her an object of interest among the curious Cauthan, especially Alyra. The Priestess of the Twins was elated to find that there were humans who possessed a similar fur color to her, and had talked the Jumper’s ear off non-stop since the fire pits had been stoked and the stew pots filled for potluck. Mendes and Natori did their best to restrain their own mirth as Orlova made a valiant effort to remain engaged and not offend anyone.
Elsewhere in the town square, Alice and Lachlan felt like Maran veterans in comparison, gathering around a fire with Russell, Veera, Sentaura, Ursol, and Sentaura’s parents. Alice quickly divested everyone around of that notion, however, unable to contain her excitement as she looked every which way in hopes of taking it all in at once. With the harvest festival on the horizon, the town’s amateur musicians decided to take a night for practice, much to the delight of the townsfolk. Ursol was no exception, and the draw of the music was much more powerful than sitting around and waiting for the stew to cook.
“Remember to listen politely and not shout out of turn,” Sentaura ordered before freeing him from her lap. Lachlan and the rest couldn’t help but smile as they watched the little furball totter off through the crowds to get closer to the flutes and drums. “Your trophy will provide quite the backdrop to this year’s festival, human.”
“I hope your mate’s spirit can rest easy now,” Russell replied, glancing at the older Cauthan who had joined them for that evening. As with most of the village they were farmers, and the small tragedy of Sentaura’s brief escape from that lifestyle was not lost on him. They spoke of the dead no further, not wanting to mar a warm summer’s evening that had been declared a time of celebration by collective action. After brief introductions, Lachlan spoke to Sentaura.
“Not sure if yer interested, Sentaura, but we’ve got a few spares here,” he offered, withdrawing a couple of glasses cases from the various pockets and pouches of his uniform. Sentaura’s mother had received a pair to correct her own vision, and her father decided to get a pair of his own just for fun. She chose to wave them away politely.
“I can see quite well, but thank you Lachlan. The last thing I need is another shiny object for Ursol to obsess over.”
“You must be firmer with the boy,” Sentaura’s mother insisted.
“And when you decide you would like to spend more time raising him you may tell me how to do so,” the single mother snapped back. “I do not begrudge you the hard work we all must do, but do not presume to tell me how to raise your grandcub from afar.”
“That’s enough dear, please,” her father asked for calm. “This is not the time or place.”
“No, it is not,” Sentaura agreed before apologizing to Lachlan and Alice who were trying very hard to look elsewhere. “I am sorry for my outburst. Let us eat.”
Following a comfortable silence spent preparing bowls and giving brief thanks to the gods for their bounty, everyone dug in. Ursol joined them soon after, looking to sate his appetite once he’d gotten his fill of music. “Uncle Lachlan, are we gonna play tonight?”
Veera observed carefully, noting Sentaura’s resigned expression. She wondered how many nights the little one had asked her to play, how many nights Sentaura had simply found herself too exhausted to do so. Fortunately for young Ursol, who was still not quite old enough to understand that adults did not possess the boundless energy and imagination of a child, Lachlan seemed amenable. “What do ya want to play, wee fluffy lad?”
“Well then you best be eatin’ all yer vegetables and roots. Can’t grow up to be a big, strong hunter without em!” Lachlan advised. Ursol made a big show of eating a piece of peeled, boiled kina.
“Lachlan, they probably could survive well enough on a carnivorous diet,” Alice whispered.
“And that is why you will be keepin’ yer smart little mouth shut or I’ll be blamin’ you when the tyke claims he only eats chesko an’ ursae,” the burly Scottsman insisted, the combination of his domineering attitude, calm demeanor, and fatherly concern for Ursol causing her diaphragm to promptly disconnect from her nervous system and cease all function. Lachlan took that as a good sign, rather oblivious to Alice’s reaction. Russell was not, but Veera was in his ear immediately, her keen senses enjoying the situation plenty.
“Harvest time is going to be such fun,” she insisted.
“Veera…” Russell growled quietly, only causing her to laugh.
“She could do far worse, love.”
“So were you.”
“Oh yes you were.”
“No, I was trying to make sure I didn’t-”
“Ah ah ah, that’s not how I remember it.”
‘I have returned from the mothership and I have the records of your steamy affair in hand and at the ready!’ Io interjected.
“You will be keeping those where they are because I am right and Russell is just upset that his sister is smitten,” Veera whispered delightedly, her words drowned out by song and ambient chatter, the crackling of fires, and the distant sounds of the forest.
‘What did I miss?’ Io wondered delightedly.
“Not you too!” Russell moaned, taking a bite of stewed ursae meat. It wasn’t as gourmet as fresh chesko flank, but the boiling stew and melange of herbs, roots, vegetables, and other flavors elevated it far above the level of jerky. “Can’t a guy protect his sister in peace?”
“Alice is twenty seven, right?” Veera asked him.
“Twenty eight next month… next couple cycles. October sixteenth,” he supplied as Veera rested against his shoulder and placed her mouth right up against his ear, the short fur of her muzzle tickling and teasing him.
“At her age, don’t you think her being mated would be a wonderful way to celebrate?”
Io devolved into uproarious laughter as Russell began choking and coughing so fiercely he was forced to hand off his bowl of stew to Veera and pound his fist into his sternum repeatedly until the piece of dato finally went down the right pipe. Ursol found it fascinating as well, pounding on his own chest like a miniature gorilla.
“You alright there, bro?” Alice asked as he took a swig from his canteen. Veera, being the responsible party, was rubbing his back lightly as an apology.
“Yeah, just fine. We doing anything for your birthday?” he changed the subject quickly. Alice beamed at him.
“Uh, yeah! Apparently we’re having a festival!” she gushed before turning to Sentaura. “I’m so looking forward to learning more about it. What’s it like?”
“It is a time for celebration, games, worship, and courtship,” the young mother supplied. “This year’s will be… of substantial importance.”
“Best leave it there, Lassie. Ask yer sister-in-law,” MacGregor advised quietly as he could. Alice nodded.
“Thank you, Sentaura. I very much look forward to experiencing it. Is there any chance you would be interested in learning to grow your crops aboard our ship? From the sound of it Natori and Antoth have come to some sort of arrangement. It would save you some time and it would be a great help to us. Not to mention I feel like we owe you after tonight’s meal and everything you’ve done for Lachlan here.”
“I’d be in support of that if yer amenable, Sentaura,” MacGregor agreed with Alice’s proposal. Sentaura ruffled her son’s small crest feathers as she considered the offer.
“Why don’t we discuss this tonight after your hunter games,” she suggested.
“Are you going to play too, mommy?” Ursol wondered happily. After a pause from Sentaura, Lachlan took it to mean he had permission to step in.
“Hey little guy, why don’t we give yer mum a chance to relax tonight, hmm? She’s out farmin’ every day while you’re at temple with the other kiddies. Besides, I think I can tire you out first.”
“Nuh uh,” Ursol insisted.
“Challenge accepted, wee laddie!”
Late that night, after most had returned to their abodes, Veera knelt before her small shrine in the corner of her home. The crude wooden idols that had long resided there were no more, replaced by finely carved specimens recently purchased from the Temple of Tyrdus. Her husband saw fit to join her.
“What are we praying for tonight?” he wondered.
“Nothing, Russell. I’m simply giving thanks for my and our fortunes,” she told him. He nodded his head a couple times.
“Yeah, that’s not a bad reason at all, is it? Want to go up to the ship tomorrow and water your flowers?”
“Can we?” Veera wondered excitedly.
‘I will arrange it now,’ Io informed them kindly. ‘Say hello to Meylith for me.’
Russell and Veera weren’t sure what she meant by that line, but they did so nonetheless.
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2019.06.18 13:52 KCGuy59 Voyeur hot spring
Just curious as to the great places to go for a long weekend this summer. Little fun, voyeurism, and perhaps some excitement. Where would that be?
2018.02.14 18:51 Papaya_Dreaming Voyeur hot spring
TL;DR: Remember that Volibear exists and is cool.
Hi. In a fit of intelligence (rare for me) I realized it was time to do something responsible for once. Something kindhearted called giving love to someone who needs it. Maybe my words will fall on deaf ears, but maybe you all have just a bit of love left to spare without having to question or doubt or argue if he is deserving. Leave behind the issues and come along with me to give just one thing today the fourteenth of February. Love.
In patch 6.19, Riot repaired Volibear's shoulder pads:
BUG FIX: Captain Volibear's golden shoulderpad no longer disappears into his shoulder during one of his idle animations.At the cusp of season 7, this would be the last doting change the bear would ever see. Because there would be buffs. Increasing of numbers, fine-tuning of abilities, et cetera. But nothing close to the love he deserves. With time, others caught on to Riot's apathy and emulated it, slowly strangling the great champion with their turned backs and rumors of weakness. So even as he struggled to remain relevant, all the odds in the were were stacked onto his shoulders--higher and higher until even the wielder of the storm toppled.
2017.02.01 12:34 disposableguy Index
I’m disposableguy and I’ve been recording and posting a whole range of things since October 2014, in a variety of places and on a variety of themes.
For your listening pleasure, they are as below…
As this post is now over a year it's been archived, but if you'd like to leave a note please send me a PM. :D
Simon Armitage – I Am Very Bothered [Young Love] [Bunsen Burner]
Simon Armitage – The English Astronaut [Britishness] [Achievements] [Realism]
Simon Armitage – The Unthinkable [Love] [Intrigue] [Huge Purple Door]
W H Auden – As I Walked Out One Evening [Time] [Romantic] [Birthday Poem]
W H Auden – Funeral Blues [Classic] [Emotional] [Poignant]
W H Auden – In Memory of W B Yeats [In Memoriam] [Poet On Poet]
W H Auden – Night Mail [Rhythmic] [Nostalgic]
W H Auden – O Tell Me The Truth About Love [Romantic] [Kinda Silly] [Extremely British]
Jimmy Santiago Bacha – I Am Offering This Poem [Valentine’s Day] [For Everyone] [Romantic] [Supportive] [L-Bombs]
Laurence Binyon – For The Fallen [Remembrance] [They Shall Not Grow Old]
Christopher Brennan – Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her [Love] [Life]
Robert Browning – Now [Love] [Desire] [Intense]
Lord Byron – She Walks In Beauty [Timeless] [Romantic]
Lewis Carroll – Jabberwocky [For Halloween] [Classic] [Sinister] [Frumious Bandersnatch]
John Clare – I Am [Poignant] [Romantic]
Leonard Cohen – Half The World [Longing] [Memories] [Awakening] [Love]
Billy Collins – Genesis [Romantic] [Erotic Yet Biblical]
Billy Collins – Love [Love] [Attraction] [Desire] [Cello]
Billy Collins – Today [Spring] [Joy] [Optimistic] [Release]
John Cooper Clarke – I Wanna Be Yours [Romantic] [Punk]
e e cummings – anyone lived in a pretty how town [Freeform]
e e cummings – i carry your heart with me (I carry it in) [Romantic]
e e cummings – i have found what you are like [Love] [Free Verse]
e e cummings - i like my body when it is with your [Erotic] [Romantic]
e e cummings – little tree [Caring] [Gentle] [Merry Christmas]
e e cummings – love is more thicker than forget [Romantic]
e e cummings – may i feel said he [Romantic] [Playful].
e e cummings – my father moved through dooms of love [Remembering] [Legacy] [Parents] [In Memoriam] [Free-form] [Long]
e e cummings – somewhere i have never travelled gladly beyond [Love] [Eternal]
John Donne – The Bait [Love] [Desire] [Nature] [Metaphor]
Rita Dove – Flirtation [Romantic] [Optimistic] [Nature]
Stephen Dunn – Cleanliness [Erotic] [Adoration] [Cats]
T S Eliot – The Love Song Of J Alfred Prufrock [Modernist] [Romantic Frustration] [Realist] [Italian] [Long]
John Engman – Sobbing Uncontrollably In Public Places [Romantic]
Michael Faudet – The Letter [Short] [Erotic]
James Fenton – In Paris With You [Romantic]
B E Fitzgerald – Art Is A Facebook Status About Your Winter Break [Romantic] [Rambling]
Robert Frost – The Subverted Flower [Infatuation] [Lust]
Neil Gaiman – Blueberry Girl [Melodic] [Hopeful] [For My Daughter]
Kahlil Gibran – On Marriage [Romantic]
J Milton Hayes – The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God [Mystical] [Sinister]
Rebecca Hazleton – You Are The Penultimate Love Of My Life [Relationships] [Companionship] [Realistic] [Love]
William Ernest Henley – Invictus [Encouraging]
June Jordan – These Poems [Meta] [/poetryreading] [Dedication]
Donald Justice – Men At Forty [Time] [Ageing] [Masculinity] [This Man, At Forty]
John Keats – Bright Star [Romantic]
John Keats – When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be [Romance] [Time] [Infatuation] [Heartache]
X J Kennedy – Nude Descending A Staircase [Erotic] [Voyeur] [Worship]
Rudyard Kipling – If [Heartfelt] [Feels] [Amazing]
Dorothea Lasky – Love Poem [Love, naturally] [Complicated] [Souls]
James Laughlin – O Best Of All Nights, Return And Return Again [Romantic] [Erotic]
Phillis Levin – Kettle [Tea] [Tender] [Erotic]
Louis MacNeice – Meeting Point [Romantic] [Time]
John Masefield – Beauty [Romantic]
Roger McGough – Let Me Die A Youngman’s Death [Hopeful] [Humour] [National Poetry Day]
A A Milne – Lines And Squares [Gentle] [Walking] [London] [Bears]
A A Milne – The King’s Breakfast [Humour] [Butter]
Stanley Moss – The Thing Written [Words] [Language] [Expression]
Ogden Nash – To My Valentine [Romantic]
Pablo Neruda – Drunk As Drunk [Romantic]
Pablo Neruda – If You Forget Me [Romantic]
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet 17 (I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz...) [Romantic] [L-Bombs]
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet 66 (I do not love you except because I love you...) [Romantic] [L-Bombs]
Pablo Neruda – Sonnet 89 (When I die, I want your hands on my eyes...) [Romantic] [Eternal]
Mary Oliver – Wild Geese [Nature] [Loss] [Support] [Family Of Things]
Matthew Olzmann – Letter To Someone Living Fifty Years From Now [Environmental] [Legacy] [Bees]
Wilfred Owen – Anthem For Doomed Youth [Remembrance] [Mournful]
Don Paterson – Rain [Cinematic] [Enigmatic] [Poignant]
Brian Patten – When You Wake Tomorrow [Romantic] [Hopeful] [Caring] [Breakfast]
Sylvia Plath – Mad Girl’s Love Song [Romantic] [Melancholy] [Androgynous]
Li Po (Li Bai) – Drinking Alone By Moonlight [Mystical] [Wine]
Clementine Von Radics – For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition And Trembling Hearts [Strength] [Encouraging]
Rainer Maria Rilke – The Rose-Window [Symbolism] [Faith] [Cats]
David Rivard – Strictly Speaking [Identity] [Belonging]
Christina Rossetti – A Birthday [Romantic]
Siegfried Sassoon – The Poet As Hero [First World War] [Coming Of Age] [Reality Of War] [Remembrance Day Poetry]
Zachary Schomburg – The Fire Cycle [Strange And Beautiful] [Repetitive] [A New Kind Of Dinosaur]. Also with companion audio.
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 43 [Romantic]
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 65 (Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea) [Beauty] [Time] [Immortality]
William Shakespeare – Sonnet 130 (My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun) [Timeless] [Romantic]
Percy Shelley – Ozymandias [Time] [Hubris]
Mark Strand – Eating Poetry [Poetry] [Words] [Wolf] [Transformation]
Sara Teasdale – Barter [Love] [Beauty] [Commitment]
Arthur Graeme West – The Night Patrol [Monologue] [Eye-witness] [Reality Of War] [Remembrance Day Poetry]
William Carlos Williams – Danse Russe [Secrets] [Mortality] [Mornings] [Buttocks]
William Wordsworth – She Was A Phantom Of Delight [Love] [Infatuation] [Classic]
Sir Thomas Wyatt – They Flee From Me [Love] [Infatuation] [Classic]
W B Yeats – An Irish Airman Foresees His Death [Political] [Mournful]
W B Yeats – No Second Troy [Infatuation] [Heartache] [Mythology]
W B Yeats – The Second Coming [Classic] [Mythology]
W B Yeats – The Song Of Wandering Aengus [Romantic] [Longing] [Hope]
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – The Sign Of The Four – Chapter 1 [Prose] [Sherlock Holmes] [Detective] [Mystery]
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – The Sign Of The Four – Chapter 2 [Prose] [Sherlock Holmes] [Detective] [Mystery]
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – The Sign Of The Four – Chapter 3 [Prose] [Sherlock Holmes] [Detective] [Mystery]
Terry Pratchett – The Colour of Magic (Prologue) [Prose] [Fantasy] [Discworld]
Terry Pratchett – Hogfather (Pages 97-98) [Prose] [Fantasy] [Discworld]
Kurt Vonnegut – Harrison Bergeron [Short Story] [Sci-fi] [Dystopian] [Ballerinas]
Julia Donaldson – The Gruffalo [Gentle] [All The Voices]
Wanda Gag – Millions Of Cats [Relaxing] [Cats]
Rudyard Kipling – How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin [Just So] [Gentle] [Relaxing]
Sam McBratney – Guess How Much I Love You [Gentle]
Clement Clarke Moore – A Visit From St Nicholas [The Night Before Christmas] [Classic] [Bedtime] [Merry Christmas]
Ogden Nash – The Tale Of Custard The Dragon [Gentle] [Playful] [Nonsense] [A Nice Safe Cage] [Scary Pyrate]
Maurice Sendak – Where The Wild Things Are [Classic] [Fantasy] [Experiment]
Dr Seuss – Oh, the Places You'll Go [Life] [Challenges] [Encouragement]
Sandol Stoddard Warburg – I Like You [Gentle] [Rambling]
Morning Tea [Recipe Challenge] [Romantic] [Hot Kettle Action] [No Sex] [Just Tea]
Ocean Relaxation [Calm] [Relaxing] [Deep] [Ocean] [Therapeutic] [Soundscape] [Mid-Atlantic Accent] [Happy April]
The Shipping Forecast, 9th May 2017 [Literally The Shipping Forecast]
Audioslave - I Am The Highway [Spoken Song] [In Memory Of Chris Cornell]
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Red Right Hand [Spoken Song] [Halloween]
Cake – The Distance [Spoken Song]
Cake – Short Skirt, Long Jacket [Spoken Song]
Elbow – The Bones of You [Spoken Song] [Melancholy]
They Might Be Giants – Whistling In The Dark [Spoken Song] [Sinister]
[M4F] A Trip To The Pet Store (script by SuperHappyDeathSquad) [MDom] [Pet Play] [Ownership] [Obedience] [Training] [Public] [Teasing] [Tails] [Collars] [Leashes] [Cages]
[M4F] Cum For Me, Sweet Girl (script by Eves-garden) [Erotic Free Verse] [Sensual Pussy Worship]
[M4F] Dawn Chorus [Morning Glow] [Romantic] [Narrative] [Soundscape]
[M4F] Fireplace (script by TheArcheBishoppe) [Oral] [Hypnotic] [ASMR] [Gentle] [MDom]
[M4F] The Guardian (script and effects by Arrabell) [Fantasy] [Primal] [Shapeshifter] [Wolf] [Tanglevine] [Tentacles] [Rape] [Dub-Con] [Growling] [Restraint]
[M4A] Good Morning, Darling [Reassurance] [Romantic] [Missing You] [Pillow Talk] [Early Morning]
[M4M] The Hitchhiker’s Peril (script by kastairis) [Public] [Seducation] [Oral] [Supernatural]
[M4F] How I Came To Own You (script by SaucySaar) [MDom] [Spanking] [Control] [Caring] [Remembering First Time] [Monologue]
[M4F] I Want You (script by cuddle_with_me) [Erotic]
[M4F] I’m Waiting For You [Romantic] [Build-up] [First Encounter] [Breathy] [TheEndIsTheBeginningIsTheEnd]
[M4F] Jareth’s Gift (script by Arrabell) [Fantasy] [Control] [Obedience] [Goblin King] [Oral Fetish] [Peaches] [Labyrinth]
[M4F] Just For Tonight (script by TarkusTrooper) [Erotic Poetry] [Demanding] [Loudness Encouragement]
[M4F] Let Me Instruct You (script by MissGlitchy)[Erotic Poetry] [Short And Sexy]
[M4A] Lover’s Lullaby (In These Arms Of Mine) (script by TarkusTrooper) [Romantic] [Lyrical]
[M4F] A Message For My Babygirl (script by 808Seduction) [DD/lg] [SI] [Gentle] [Instructive]
[M4F] My Good Girl (script by iwillinstructyou) [Erotic Poetry] [D/s] [Leather Belt] [Stern] [Tender]
[M4F] Our Little Game (script by SuperHappyDeathSquad) [MDom] [Glory Hole] [Free Use] [Blowjob]
[M4F] Read Me [MDom] [Office] [Secretary] [Tender] [Instructive]
[M4F] Read Me Too [MDom] [Office] [Secretary] [Tender] [Instructive] [SI]
[M4F] Show Them What You've Got (script by Originalribenababy) [MDom] [Exhibitionism] [Ownership] [Light Degradation] [Blowjob] [Hard Fucking] [Good Girl]
[M4F] Taking A Week’s Worth Of Stress Out On You (script by SuperHappyDeathSquad) [MDom] [Rough] [Fucktoy] [Impact] [Anger Management]
[M4F] You Have One New Message (script by SuperHappyDeathSquad) [Answerphone] [Gentle] [BFE] [Massage] [Control] [Twist]
[M4F] You’ll Be Wishing You Haven’t Teased Me (script by TarkusTrooper) [MDom] [Teasing] [Shades Of MSub] [Short And Sweet]
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2016.09.17 20:47 swingerwannabe11 Voyeur hot spring
Hey guys and girls hope you can help me out here. (Throwaway account for privacy)
So I'm [26m] on vacation with my gf [23f] and some other friends[3 women 1 guy]. Last night we were trying to find some place to stay and we found this campground/RV park with a hot spring heated pool you can swim in. We thought that sounded fun so we checked it out.
There were a few red flags at first. For instance it's $20 a couple, $10 for single ladies, and $15 for single guys. Thought that was weird. Then as we are talking to the guy he started telling us how this place is clothing optional. We all kind of giggled at it and joked about how we'd all be naked by the end of the night. Then we went and set up camp.
After we had a few beers and bowls (we're in Colorado after all), we got our swim suits on and went into the hot spring pool. Most people were naked and much older than us. But we kept drinking beers, talking to people, playing volleyball and just having a good time. After a little bit my girlfriend was the first one in our group to actually get naked. Soon after, all of us were naked. Most of us stayed in the pool naked, covered by the water but a few of us walked around naked too.
Well a lot of people were looking at us. (We learned later that nearly everyone in the hot spring pool lived there, except for our group and maybe 4 other people) There were probably 50 people there total and only 9 of them were under the age of 30, and we had 6 people in our group so people were kinda staring at us a lot.
I thought it was so hot for people to see my girlfriend naked, and I could tell she liked it a lot to. She kept making her tits pop above the water whIle we were talking to other people and I just loved it!
We spent most of the time talking to the only other couple there our age. He was a fit good looking guy and she was very hot. She kept making her tits pop above the water like my girlfriend was. She kept catching me staring at her tits and I could tell she was really into it. It was just a really sexy moment to be naked with my girlfriend talking to another naked couple like it was no big deal. I've always been into voyeurism and exhibitionism but that was my first real experience.
Anyways it got late [10:00pm] and the pool was closing. So we got our stuff and got dressed and went to our tent to drink more and eat food. After a little bit, the guy (of the other sexy couple) walked up to us with just a towel covering him. He told us there's an after hours pool party and we should come up. I was drunk and ended up asking him straight up if this was a place for swingers. He didn't say yes, but he said a lot of people swing there. And he was saying he's done it before but it was "soft swapping" only. He said a lot of times it's just couples having sex in the area of other couples having sex, no swapping even. He said come to the pool and whatever happens happens.
I was soooooo excited for this. His girlfriend was so hot, and I really wanted to watch her get fucked while I fuck my girlfriend. My girlfriend was interested at first but then chickened out because she was on her period.
I feel like I missed out on a golden moment. I really think this is a lifestyle I could get into, but I have no idea where to start. What is soft swapping? I don't know if I'd be cool with another guy fucking my girlfriend but I think it would be very hot to bang in a room with a bunch of other people banging too. Is that a thing some swingers do? Where do I start to get more involved in this lifestyle?
Thank you for reading and I'm sorry for the long post. Help me get started please!
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First Friday this week, among a bunch of other things. Saturday looks like it is stacked and packed with daytime stuff. Couple of house shows and some comedy here and there. Just a ton of stuff all over town, go do it.
Please click here for details on this week’s movies at All Saints Cinema.
Check here for show times and tickets for Quincy Music Theater’s production of Mary Poppins.
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