The Steampunk Naturalist

Through cyberfund_creat I've discovered a fictional blog with a steampunk theme, detailing the adventures of a very entertaining scientist. Readers are encouraged to comment in the same flavor, adding to the storylines. There are opportunities for sponsorship too. Highly recommended!

The Steampunk Naturalist

Through cyberfund_creat I've discovered a fictional blog with a steampunk theme, detailing the adventures of a very entertaining scientist. Readers are encouraged to comment in the same flavor, adding to the storylines. There are opportunities for sponsorship too. Highly recommended!

The Steampunk Naturalist

Through cyberfund_creat I've discovered a fictional blog with a steampunk theme, detailing the adventures of a very entertaining scientist. Readers are encouraged to comment in the same flavor, adding to the storylines. There are opportunities for sponsorship too. Highly recommended!

The Steampunk Naturalist

Through cyberfund_creat I've discovered a fictional blog with a steampunk theme, detailing the adventures of a very entertaining scientist. Readers are encouraged to comment in the same flavor, adding to the storylines. There are opportunities for sponsorship too. Highly recommended!

When Throwing Money Doesn't Work

Here are some articles about the Failout and its successors.
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When Throwing Money Doesn't Work

Here are some articles about the Failout and its successors.
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When Throwing Money Doesn't Work

Here are some articles about the Failout and its successors.
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When Throwing Money Doesn't Work

Here are some articles about the Failout and its successors.
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Dia de los Muertos

This year our coven is celebrating Samhain as Dia de los Muertos. It's a Mexican holiday that spreads over several days, culminating on November 2. It takes a festive approach to death. People dress up in costumes, eat candies shaped like skulls, and go picnicking in cemetaries to visit their deceased relatives. I turned up some good sites while doing research, and thought you-all might enjoy exploring them too.

General information on Dia de los Muertos:
http://www.diadelosmuertos.us/
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead

History:
http://dia-de-los-muertos.123holiday.net/
http://www.olvera-street.com/html/dia_de_los_muertos.html

Photos:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/sdwells/oaxdd/sdwoaxacadaydead.html
http://www.diademuertos.net/

Traditions old and new:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/jking/jkdayofthedead.html

Altar decoration:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/cgonzalez/cgalteros.html

Pan de Muertos recipes:
http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/egg/egg1096/panmuert.html
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/articles/dead-food_bread.html
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Pan-de-Muertos-Mexican-Bread-of-the-Dead/Detail.aspx

Dia de los Muertos

This year our coven is celebrating Samhain as Dia de los Muertos. It's a Mexican holiday that spreads over several days, culminating on November 2. It takes a festive approach to death. People dress up in costumes, eat candies shaped like skulls, and go picnicking in cemetaries to visit their deceased relatives. I turned up some good sites while doing research, and thought you-all might enjoy exploring them too.

General information on Dia de los Muertos:
http://www.diadelosmuertos.us/
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead

History:
http://dia-de-los-muertos.123holiday.net/
http://www.olvera-street.com/html/dia_de_los_muertos.html

Photos:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/sdwells/oaxdd/sdwoaxacadaydead.html
http://www.diademuertos.net/

Traditions old and new:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/jking/jkdayofthedead.html

Altar decoration:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/cgonzalez/cgalteros.html

Pan de Muertos recipes:
http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/egg/egg1096/panmuert.html
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/articles/dead-food_bread.html
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Pan-de-Muertos-Mexican-Bread-of-the-Dead/Detail.aspx

Dia de los Muertos

This year our coven is celebrating Samhain as Dia de los Muertos. It's a Mexican holiday that spreads over several days, culminating on November 2. It takes a festive approach to death. People dress up in costumes, eat candies shaped like skulls, and go picnicking in cemetaries to visit their deceased relatives. I turned up some good sites while doing research, and thought you-all might enjoy exploring them too.

General information on Dia de los Muertos:
http://www.diadelosmuertos.us/
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead

History:
http://dia-de-los-muertos.123holiday.net/
http://www.olvera-street.com/html/dia_de_los_muertos.html

Photos:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/sdwells/oaxdd/sdwoaxacadaydead.html
http://www.diademuertos.net/

Traditions old and new:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/jking/jkdayofthedead.html

Altar decoration:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/cgonzalez/cgalteros.html

Pan de Muertos recipes:
http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/egg/egg1096/panmuert.html
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/articles/dead-food_bread.html
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Pan-de-Muertos-Mexican-Bread-of-the-Dead/Detail.aspx

Dia de los Muertos

This year our coven is celebrating Samhain as Dia de los Muertos. It's a Mexican holiday that spreads over several days, culminating on November 2. It takes a festive approach to death. People dress up in costumes, eat candies shaped like skulls, and go picnicking in cemetaries to visit their deceased relatives. I turned up some good sites while doing research, and thought you-all might enjoy exploring them too.

General information on Dia de los Muertos:
http://www.diadelosmuertos.us/
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_of_the_Dead

History:
http://dia-de-los-muertos.123holiday.net/
http://www.olvera-street.com/html/dia_de_los_muertos.html

Photos:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/sdwells/oaxdd/sdwoaxacadaydead.html
http://www.diademuertos.net/

Traditions old and new:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/jking/jkdayofthedead.html

Altar decoration:
http://www.mexconnect.com/mex_/travel/cgonzalez/cgalteros.html

Pan de Muertos recipes:
http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/egg/egg1096/panmuert.html
http://www.azcentral.com/ent/dead/articles/dead-food_bread.html
http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Pan-de-Muertos-Mexican-Bread-of-the-Dead/Detail.aspx

Poem: "The Wax Wife"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from dulcinbradbury. It takes a look at how parenthood can blur the boundaries of self and lead to people trying to live vicariously through their children.

The Wax Wife

I am the good wife. I am the loving mother.
The heat of these things makes my heart melt,
Makes my skin run like wax in the summer sun.
They are my life – my children, my husband.
What need have I of self? They are enough for me.
The dreams of my girlhood are glassed and preserved
In jars on a high shelf, with hand-lettered labels,
Waiting for my daughters to grow into them.
My sons? I don’t know what dreams are in store for them.
Ask their father.

Poem: "The Wax Wife"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from dulcinbradbury. It takes a look at how parenthood can blur the boundaries of self and lead to people trying to live vicariously through their children.

The Wax Wife

I am the good wife. I am the loving mother.
The heat of these things makes my heart melt,
Makes my skin run like wax in the summer sun.
They are my life – my children, my husband.
What need have I of self? They are enough for me.
The dreams of my girlhood are glassed and preserved
In jars on a high shelf, with hand-lettered labels,
Waiting for my daughters to grow into them.
My sons? I don’t know what dreams are in store for them.
Ask their father.

Poem: "The Wax Wife"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from dulcinbradbury. It takes a look at how parenthood can blur the boundaries of self and lead to people trying to live vicariously through their children.

The Wax Wife

I am the good wife. I am the loving mother.
The heat of these things makes my heart melt,
Makes my skin run like wax in the summer sun.
They are my life – my children, my husband.
What need have I of self? They are enough for me.
The dreams of my girlhood are glassed and preserved
In jars on a high shelf, with hand-lettered labels,
Waiting for my daughters to grow into them.
My sons? I don’t know what dreams are in store for them.
Ask their father.

Poem: "The Wax Wife"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from dulcinbradbury. It takes a look at how parenthood can blur the boundaries of self and lead to people trying to live vicariously through their children.

The Wax Wife

I am the good wife. I am the loving mother.
The heat of these things makes my heart melt,
Makes my skin run like wax in the summer sun.
They are my life – my children, my husband.
What need have I of self? They are enough for me.
The dreams of my girlhood are glassed and preserved
In jars on a high shelf, with hand-lettered labels,
Waiting for my daughters to grow into them.
My sons? I don’t know what dreams are in store for them.
Ask their father.

Poem: "The Hungry Organ"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from glitteringlynx, who wanted to know why zombies eat brains in particular. Okay, you asked for it...!

The Hungry Organ

That which is raised from the dead
Is raised without thought,
without memory, without any sense of self
or volition or will.
It cannot speak. It cannot move.
It is inert.
It is waiting.

What dwells in the brain
is electricity and chemistry.
What dwells in the brain
is history, the flicker of images
and information.
What dwells in the brain
is the potential of motion,
action, reaction.
What dwells in the brain,
in the living brain,
is vitality itself.

Scientists call the brain
the hungry organ,
because its cells devour
twice the energy of other cells.
In the undead, that hunger
becomes pervasive.
It is the first thing to rise
and the last thing to fall.

This is why zombies eat brains.
With every bite, they remember
more and more of what it meant
to be alive.
Entropy reverses
and curls in on itself,
black snake swallowing its own tail.
Eat. Grow. Recall.

In time,
no one can tell them
from the living, unenlightened ones.

Poem: "The Hungry Organ"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from glitteringlynx, who wanted to know why zombies eat brains in particular. Okay, you asked for it...!

The Hungry Organ

That which is raised from the dead
Is raised without thought,
without memory, without any sense of self
or volition or will.
It cannot speak. It cannot move.
It is inert.
It is waiting.

What dwells in the brain
is electricity and chemistry.
What dwells in the brain
is history, the flicker of images
and information.
What dwells in the brain
is the potential of motion,
action, reaction.
What dwells in the brain,
in the living brain,
is vitality itself.

Scientists call the brain
the hungry organ,
because its cells devour
twice the energy of other cells.
In the undead, that hunger
becomes pervasive.
It is the first thing to rise
and the last thing to fall.

This is why zombies eat brains.
With every bite, they remember
more and more of what it meant
to be alive.
Entropy reverses
and curls in on itself,
black snake swallowing its own tail.
Eat. Grow. Recall.

In time,
no one can tell them
from the living, unenlightened ones.

Poem: "The Hungry Organ"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from glitteringlynx, who wanted to know why zombies eat brains in particular. Okay, you asked for it...!

The Hungry Organ

That which is raised from the dead
Is raised without thought,
without memory, without any sense of self
or volition or will.
It cannot speak. It cannot move.
It is inert.
It is waiting.

What dwells in the brain
is electricity and chemistry.
What dwells in the brain
is history, the flicker of images
and information.
What dwells in the brain
is the potential of motion,
action, reaction.
What dwells in the brain,
in the living brain,
is vitality itself.

Scientists call the brain
the hungry organ,
because its cells devour
twice the energy of other cells.
In the undead, that hunger
becomes pervasive.
It is the first thing to rise
and the last thing to fall.

This is why zombies eat brains.
With every bite, they remember
more and more of what it meant
to be alive.
Entropy reverses
and curls in on itself,
black snake swallowing its own tail.
Eat. Grow. Recall.

In time,
no one can tell them
from the living, unenlightened ones.

Poem: "The Hungry Organ"

This poem was sponsored out of general donations for the October Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from glitteringlynx, who wanted to know why zombies eat brains in particular. Okay, you asked for it...!

The Hungry Organ

That which is raised from the dead
Is raised without thought,
without memory, without any sense of self
or volition or will.
It cannot speak. It cannot move.
It is inert.
It is waiting.

What dwells in the brain
is electricity and chemistry.
What dwells in the brain
is history, the flicker of images
and information.
What dwells in the brain
is the potential of motion,
action, reaction.
What dwells in the brain,
in the living brain,
is vitality itself.

Scientists call the brain
the hungry organ,
because its cells devour
twice the energy of other cells.
In the undead, that hunger
becomes pervasive.
It is the first thing to rise
and the last thing to fall.

This is why zombies eat brains.
With every bite, they remember
more and more of what it meant
to be alive.
Entropy reverses
and curls in on itself,
black snake swallowing its own tail.
Eat. Grow. Recall.

In time,
no one can tell them
from the living, unenlightened ones.