And I love the darkness It’s what happened to me [Superconnected]

“Stay out super late tonight picking apples, making pies put a little something in our lemonade and take it with us we’re half-awake in a fake empire we’re half-awake in a fake empire” Every Christmas since I became old enough to really think about the spirit of giving as opposed to just the spirit of…

We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright, in the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars. We miss being deviants. They’ll find us here.  Here, here in the guest room, Where we throw money at each other and cry. Oh, my. (Reminiscent of the short stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald, anyone?)…

There is something precariously promising about winter. When I trudge through the snow in the Chicago cold, I tense up, but I think it’s from anticipation, not the cold itself. For so many people, winter is an end – it is death, dying, cold, the loss of warmth, the end of harvest, etc. For me,…

I was just flipping through a source book on Ancient Greece for quotes for this paper I’m writing, when I came across a passage about the rituals used to confirm alliances. The passage (or rather, the exerpt that I chose) reads: “who swore the oaths to the Ionians that they should have the same enemies…