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incandescensThe package that we were getting training in at work today is interesting and looks quite workable. This does not in itself mean that there aren't problems with it, or that the upcoming workload isn't going to be heavy, but I am reassured in what's already been done.
On another note, after being reminded of the classic Doctor Who story Invasion of the Dinosaurs (Jon Pertwee era, 3rd Doctor), I have a sudden urge to write dinosaurs being brought forward in time and rampaging through London during the upcoming Royal Wedding. Tyrannosaur vs Glass Coach! Queen with Gun!
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The Twelve Moons
[...]
Second Moon
Drink wine by the stream where you gather mulberries,
Where dandelions grow and orchids are smiling.
Flag leaves like crossed swords wave in the scented air.
Restlessly singing swallows complain of the intoxication of spring.
Green specks are seen in the lingering mist of grass curtains.
With high-pillowed hair and a bird tail of gold, she grieves for the evening clouds.
On the swift steps of the wind she dances in her skirts of pearl.
At the ferry she bids farewell and sings the "Flowing River Song".
The spines of the wine guests grow cold. The South Mountain is dead.
[...]
-- Li Ho, translated by Ho Chih-yuan
On another note, after being reminded of the classic Doctor Who story Invasion of the Dinosaurs (Jon Pertwee era, 3rd Doctor), I have a sudden urge to write dinosaurs being brought forward in time and rampaging through London during the upcoming Royal Wedding. Tyrannosaur vs Glass Coach! Queen with Gun!
---
The Twelve Moons
[...]
Second Moon
Drink wine by the stream where you gather mulberries,
Where dandelions grow and orchids are smiling.
Flag leaves like crossed swords wave in the scented air.
Restlessly singing swallows complain of the intoxication of spring.
Green specks are seen in the lingering mist of grass curtains.
With high-pillowed hair and a bird tail of gold, she grieves for the evening clouds.
On the swift steps of the wind she dances in her skirts of pearl.
At the ferry she bids farewell and sings the "Flowing River Song".
The spines of the wine guests grow cold. The South Mountain is dead.
[...]
-- Li Ho, translated by Ho Chih-yuan
