A girl named Cinders discovered my blog earlier this month and decided to participate in the Blog Game. Her funeral is described below:

Cremate me and take the ashes to a ‘”round house” on the gulf coast of Baja. Include only those who can have fun and those I like.

Of course, I feel a little silly for that last post, though I don’t repent the statement.

It’s a complicated situation of course, and my trite little “you go, girl!” kind of glossed over.

Any respectable news source is covering these events in detail.

See?

When the Ukrainian election is stolen, the disenfranchised take to the streets in a peaceful days-long protest that draws the world’s attention.

Most Americans cannot find the Ukraine on a map, but here is something we might learn from them.

I wrote today.

I was in a bad mood.

…

Bury yourself in the book.

Bury yourself in illusion.

Soak the ink into your brain.

You’re tired, drained,

and the world’s a cracked and blistering headache

gray and grave.

Bury yourself in another world.

I found this picture posted at Greg Cumberford’s website.

It kind of shocked me with a sort of dejavu… the summer before last I watched this house burn down while I was apartment hunting.

I saw the smoke billowing toward the sky, so I parked at the Quik Stop at Court and Glenwood, and walked one block west.

I had some downtime on Friday, and tabulated the Michigan skylines by Emporis’ system. I personally think Saginaw, Muskegon, Pontiac, and some other city with diverse stock in low-rises get the shaft, but otherwise, the ranking seems fair.

Check it out.

I’ve had conversations with many of you about Emporis Inc.’s skyline ranking, which places Chicago as one of the World Big 3. I’ve finally pulled up the data that drew them to this conclusion. It’s interesting; their articles profile not only volume but draw on more esoteric arguments… the diversity of architectural styles, commercial restraint, overall harmony, and so on.

Solipsistic post ahead.

I’ve spent most of the time here waxing emotional about the election, but I’ve actually been blessed with a week-and-a-half of chemicals and hormones.

Every eight or so months, some combination of circumstance and sleep deprivation launches me into a mood.

from today’s Flint Journal

as reported by Bryn Mickle:

FLINT – Two young girls were found safe Tuesday night two hours after the car they were sleeping in was stolen.

The girls, 3 and 4, were sleeping in the back seat of a running car about 7 p.m.

As per request, I’ve posted Chapter 2 of The Castle of Otranto, by Horace Walpole, following the links on the right sidebar.

~ Connor