Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in logicalsinner's LiveJournal:

Sunday, June 7th, 2009
3:38 pm	I had the most coherent dream I've ever had last night. It was all one story and everything.   I was driving south from Chicago across the border into Mexico for this neuroscience placement. I was going to be at a university for a couple years, doing research or classes or something. Once I got moved in, I was in Michigan, driving down with my parents to visit me. This is when I found out that I had gone through ten states to get to Mexico, not just over the border. Sometime on the way my Dad's car got these new seatbelt adjusters from this old woman, who came with us and sat in the front seat, in the middle, between my parents. The seat belts had a musical combination lock. There were three buttons and depending on how hard you pressed them you could play nine notes; you had to play the right song in order to adjust the seatbelt height. The combination (I overheard them talking about it) way “Ms. Morris” (or maybe “Norris”), with the letters in the name coded musical notes. While I was playing with it, trying to translate the name into which buttons to press, I had to take my seatbelt off, and that's when we got pulled over. Mom led the police car down the highway for about five minutes because she couldn't figure out if the lights were for us; the car kept weaving in and out of traffic to get behind us. We finally pulled over at this beach by a lighthouse on a cliff overlooking a river/lake and a city. I thought we were in the middle of the United States, but you could see Mexico from the water. The officer insisted that Mom had led them down the highway for twenty minutes and that we could all go to jail, but I knew it wasn't true so she let us off with a warning. While we were waling around the beach, or my parents and the old woman were, I played in the sand. As we were about to go, I found a place with very very wet sand, even though it was farther away from the water. I made a little ball of it in my hands, and it was surprising how it all held together. When I opened my hands I realized it looked just like a frog, not just in shape but in color and texture. I put my finger through it and it was still sand, just green and black sand, and when I squished it back into a ball it was an almost perfect frog again. I was time to go, so I hurried up the stairs to the top of the cliff, where my parents and the water were, and put the frog on one of the wooden shelves. There I saw dozens of other sand frogs, all piled on top of each other and left there. I made another one a little more carefully. When I looked at it I realized that this was the place where the world began, and this sand was the earth that was used to shape the first animals, and that if I could just figure out how to give it the breath of life I could make it real. I thought about the old stories I'd read or been told a long time ago, and remembered the different kinds of sacred water they used to make the first life: blood, spit, tears, and some others. I knew I could do it, if I had time and didn't have my parents rushing me to go. I knew it might have been the first time someone happened upon this beach with the knowledge and the curiosity needed to create life since, well, since the last time it happened, and that if I wanted to I could stay here and make a whole new world, or possibly many worlds, but I didn't even want the responsibility for one frog. It took a long time to figure out what I needed to make life, and I don't remember getting back in the car, but I woke up feeling like I could get back to that beach if I ever wanted to. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 12th, 2009
12:32 pm	Science "David, your lab reports cannot include the phrase, 'For some mysterious reason...'; nor can you attribute the failure of your DNA isolation to 'The will of the gods'." (Comment on this)
Monday, February 2nd, 2009
3:13 am	The giant rose and turned, eight feet tall and every one of them plated with armor that might have been skin. "Halt," the giant said, with a voice so deep it shook the leaves on the trees.  Mek trembled too, eyeing the axe which could cut him in half with one stroke.  It was as long as he was tall, and slung easily over the giant's shoulder.  "If you wish to pass this way you must best me in one of the two ancient contests.  I challenge you to hand to hand--" "Ichallengeyoutoariddlegame," Mek sputtered in a single breath. "Damnit," said the giant. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 22nd, 2008
11:47 pm	Eco-Terrorists? Plot:  A group of government sanctioned magicians has discovered a way of mining difficult or dangerous areas deep in the earth, using a new method of cheaply and quickly creating temporary golems which last about 24 hours.  The work of actually building them is delegated to previously created golems, which spend most of their short lives working on making the next generation which can be animated from a distance.  When they near the end of their life cycle after about 20 hours of work they start the long climb out of the deep mines and wait for the magic to wear off.  Depending on timing and the depth of the mine they may spend the last moments of their lives disembling older golems which now lie lifeless on the ground, and loading the metal into carts before they too collapse to be shipped away.  This experimental "meta mine" is in the ninth month of its year long beta test and, if sucessful, the technique will be adopted across the kingdom. The PCs have been hired by a group of self called freedom fighters who believe that constructs, including the temporary golems are at least at some level sentient beings and that so casually creating, working, and destroying them (or allowing them to die) is tantamount to slavery, torture, and systematic execution.  Their assigned task is to stop this practice before it gets off the ground.     You may accomplish this any way you choose, but remember that your objective is to stop ALL of these mines, not just the experimental one in your area. *** Do you know if this has been done before? Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 21st, 2008
12:53 pm	At 11:11 last night I wished for a hundred horrible things to happen to you And now that I've told you They'll never come true. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 12th, 2007
10:15 pm	It's like when Jesus hit the control panel and the nice man said, "No data". "And now she goeth forth into the darkness, and beyond it the great light. And beyond that the City of a Thousand Angels, which has actually been full for quite some time. But beyond that! Beyond that lies the City of One Hundred Million Angels, which is not full yet because pets don't count, and also because million is a typo. And there shall she wait in peace, between the green glass walls that run and run, on and on, until the great judgement day, when the trumpets sound and the bells ring out." Yep, I will never forget the funeral when the minister snapped just a little bit. ( Author Comments ) (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 14th, 2007
10:08 pm	and fireworks burst above us and dropped candy from the sky and we didn't even care that a butterscotch at that height could be lethal.  And the flowers bloomed and died and the petals on the ground in all sorts of colors and the leaves on the trees were practically shouting and there was frost on the grass and snow and frost and snow and angels and we all watched as our memories play on the sky like a big screen made of glass and all the fireflies landed and lit up the earth and the rocks and cliffs could talk and they told us stories of how so many times we'd all come here and we knew they couldn't tell the difference and of course it wasn't glass at all and just looking at the rain out on the river, how it fell in a thousand tiny waterfalls (one from every star) it was like looking through a kaleidoscope or wondering what we were goin to be but then the fireflies burned brighter and the leaves were singing and the fireworks popped in the cold air bright enough that we couldn't tell which stars were the real ones and which were just for tonight and so I knew I could do everything and that was my Independence Day. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 10th, 2007
3:01 am	We are as far out as it is possible to go.   That's a lie.  We are farther out than it's possible to go, but we make it work.  There is nothing beyond this place.  This place shouldn't even exist, except that we force it to with our machines.  We can think about it, because we understand the reasons why it's not possible, but none of us can imagine anything lying beyond the City.  If it was there, it would have to be beyond our imagining, space and time only go this far. Perhaps that's the one thing we've lost with our eternality and our way of life, the thing that those on the Inside have that we don't, that might one day let them go even farther than us: curiousity. Let me explain. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 4th, 2006
2:16 pm	Procrastination There are nights when I feel invincible. I feel like nothing can touch me, not distraction nor obligation to any one or any thing. I feel like I can do anything, write anything. I feel like I will never tired, never falter, never fail in my responsibility to the force inside, that vast creative energy moving, whirling, spinning, preparing and growing just behind my eyes, just out of sight. It is not what makes me invincible. What makes me feel invincible on those nights is that I have at my disposal an incredible power, so vast in its influence that I feel it can be nothing less than a god. On those nights I sit at a keyboard and confidently type nothing because I am certain of my protection under the great god Tomorrow. Tomorrow guards my mind against the triple threats of panic, worry, and stress. As long as I have Tomorrow I need fear nothing, for there is no feat so great that it cannot be surmounted in His holy sanctuary, The Night Before. I may shiver at the thought of pages and pages, essays and books and novels left to be written. I may doubt myself by day, panicking over the incredible amount of work there is left to do, but when night comes I remember that there is no reason to be afraid, I have Tomorrow. My friends and family, teachers, advisors, psychologists do not understand. They caution me, saying, “There is so much to be done”, “Why do you do this to yourself?”, “Couldn’t you start now and give yourself time to edit it, write a page a day for two weeks?”. Long ago I would try to explain to them why such things were out of the question, but that was when I was younger. I now understand that no matter how reasonable I am, my words fall on deaf ears. They are unbelievers, heathens, to use an older word, they will never understand. Even I sometimes doubt, in the days, the power of myself and my god, but never on those invincible nights. What does it matter if I go to bed early, or spend a few hours on Livejournal? I know that when I reach the sanctuary of my god, The Night Before, all things will be made clear, what I need to know will be there, if it is not I will improvise. At the far end of the sanctuary is my god’s holy shrine, The Last Minute. At that place I feel as though I too am a god. To deny myself the right to finish my work in the sanctuary of The Night Before and at the holiest of holies, The Last Minute would show lack of faith. I know that in a week’s time I will laugh at my former insecurities, wonder how I could ever have thought I needed more than twelve hours to do anything. My faith is strong, I will enjoy life. I will relax, I will sit back and watch as others race around me, desperately trying to do in a week’s time what I will do in one night. I carry this serenity with me always, I am never bothered by the trivial concerns of day to day life, no will I show fear in the face of mind boggling page limits or assignment lists a mile long. I know I can do it. I have tomorrow. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
1:19 am	ideas I have ideas. I have lots of ideas. One of them is about candy canes, I don’t know anything else about it. One is about electricity, about the billions upon billions of electrons that fly and whirl and zoom through our telephone wires everyday, and the tiny flickers of light information through long, twisting strands of hair-thin glass, and the individual photons that bounce back and forth between satellites and cell phones, and what would happen if one day they all decided they were bored with life as high tech couriers and were going to do something to break up the monotony. Then there’s one I came up with while reading Anansi Boys about a god who’s just been murdered that takes place (the story, not the murder) in an old antique shop in a world where everyone knows that gods and magic exist but they’re not the sort of thing you talk about in polite company. There’s one that takes place on an island ~10,000 years ago where an Island of the Blue Dolphins style village is outgrowing their land but haven’t yet invented boats. Another one is set even further in the past (100,000+ years ago) and is about an ape or similar that stops to drink at a lake or pond and notices for the first time the starlight reflected on the water’s surface while angels fall in the western sky (that last part I added just now). There’s another one about a barber who reads his customers’ thoughts through their hair clippings after they’ve left his shop. I wish I could remember the rest. Most of these I just play with in my head when I get bored and never think about seriously writing down. Like that one about the world in the far future when the god’s have decided humans have been made too arrogant by their technology and need to be punished for their arrogance, so they send hurricanes and lightning storms and blizzards all at the same time to destroy them. The humans decide that instead of repenting they’re going to see just how good their technology is, so they put it to the test, building huge domed cities under force fields to protect them from the elements. When we read the Inferno by Dante in English last year I wondered what it would be like to take a spaceship on a more detailed tour of the underworld. The depressing thing is that a lot of these are probably taken. I thought the idea of a deceased zombie hunter whose mind is transferred to a robot body so he can fight his own reanimated corpse was original, but it turns out Marvel got there first. I figure you can spend a lot of time worrying about whether you’re doing something nobody’s ever done before, or you can spend that time writing. After all, how many stories are there about vampires and werewolves? The problem is I assume that if I try to write anything down it will look on paper the same way it looks in my head: a whole lot of partly thought through plotlines cobbled together into one super story mess. I wonder if too many ideas can poison a writer’s head. Maybe I could write about that. I think I need a schedule. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
11:30 pm	This is a place for me to post writings, mostly to keep track of them for myself. (Comment on this)