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<entry><title>April 14, 2013 (log)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/April+14%252C+2013"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/April+14%252C+2013</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2013-04-14T13:31:04Z</published><updated>2013-04-14T13:31:04Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The future keeps marching on and Iâm concerned with that my perception of time is indeed speeding up. I can tell by looking at my last birthday daylog that &lt;a href=&quot;/title/grundoon&quot;&gt;grundoon&lt;/a&gt;âs memorial happened exactly a year ago, but the time-- to me-- has not felt long at all and I remember those days clearly. I remember going through a breakup I didnât want to go through but was powerless to stop that still seems so close to touch, I remember floundering in a class I hadnât wanted to take, I remember all of these things, and they werenât long ago.

&lt;p&gt;When I was in first grade, I remember sitting in front of a computer, some variant of an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Apple%252C&quot;&gt;Apple,&lt;/a&gt; for some school assignment. I remember being bored and watching the computerâs clock waiting for recess. I knew the time of recess, and I knew that it was twenty minutes away. I thought, âTwenty minutes is forever!â Then I calculated out what I considered a long time, or a short time. Even back then five minutes was short. I thought twenty was long. An hour was&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Rabble Rousing (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Rabble+Rousing"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Rabble+Rousing</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2013-02-26T18:28:36Z</published><updated>2013-02-26T18:28:36Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;big&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Honest+Prisoners&quot;&gt;&amp;#9790;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;O&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/To+keep+you+is+no+benefit.+To+destroy+you+is+no+loss.&quot;&gt;&amp;#9789;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last time on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;Above Earth&lt;/a&gt;: As the trial for Jennifer Hamp and David Yee fast approaches unrest and uncertainly builds in Tranquility City.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;


&lt;p&gt;20.

&lt;p&gt;âI donât like replacing these things,â Terri King said, pulling a large bundle of gossamer-like &lt;a href=&quot;/title/fiber+optic&quot;&gt;fiber optic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cable&quot;&gt;cable&lt;/a&gt;s from behind a panel. âWhat the hell is that smell?â
	&lt;p&gt;Her shift captain behind her said, âItâs a bio-gel &lt;a href=&quot;/title/insulator&quot;&gt;insulator&lt;/a&gt; for the electrical systems. They started putting it on the new cables about three years ago.â
	&lt;p&gt;The lights in the affected modules were still &lt;a href=&quot;/title/fritz&quot;&gt;fritz&lt;/a&gt;ing out, but the area was-- according to the assistant robot-- back in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/HD&quot;&gt;HD&lt;/a&gt; scanning clarity. The &lt;a href=&quot;/title/robot&quot;&gt;robot&lt;/a&gt; was a small flat &lt;a href=&quot;/title/frisbee&quot;&gt;frisbee&lt;/a&gt;-sized disk with a holographic projector on top, a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/flashlight&quot;&gt;flashlight&lt;/a&gt; on the side, and had six &lt;a href=&quot;/title/T-1000&quot;&gt;mimetic poly-alloy&lt;/a&gt; legs so that it could scuttle around&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Honest Prisoners (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Honest+Prisoners"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Honest+Prisoners</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2013-02-21T20:11:36Z</published><updated>2013-02-21T20:11:36Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;big&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Bletcherous+Venire+Facias+de+Novo&quot;&gt;&amp;#9790;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;O&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Rabble+Rousing&quot;&gt;&amp;#9789;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last time on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;Above Earth&lt;/a&gt;: David Yee and Mrs. Jenifer Hamp have been detained by the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar&quot;&gt;Lunar&lt;/a&gt; Government in connection to the murder of Jenifer Hamp's husband. While the evidence seems clear, Sarah Yelm still believes that she must do whatever she can to prove the innocence of the two prisoners.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;

&lt;p&gt;19. 

&lt;p&gt;Jennifer Hamp had developed a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/nervous+tick&quot;&gt;bad habit&lt;/a&gt; in captivity. The small storage module was a stripped down residence module with the apartments used as cargo rooms. There were empty boxes, containers filled with &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Moon+Eggs&quot;&gt;Moon Eggs&lt;/a&gt;, and empty electro-seal barrels, but not much else. There was a toilet and water, but the lighting was reduced and not under her control. Afraid of the dark, she had often complained to her late husband of seeing faces in the shadows, just her eyes making up features, bad &lt;a href=&quot;/title/pareidolia&quot;&gt;pareidolia&lt;/a&gt;, but sheâd always keep it under control.&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Bletcherous Venire Facias de Novo (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Bletcherous+Venire+Facias+de+Novo"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/Bletcherous+Venire+Facias+de+Novo</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2013-02-09T01:00:25Z</published><updated>2013-02-09T01:00:25Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;big&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar+Rumblings&quot;&gt;&amp;#9790;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;O&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Honest+Prisoners&quot;&gt;&amp;#9789;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last time on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;Above Earth&lt;/a&gt;: David Yee and Mrs. Jenifer Hamp have been detained by the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar&quot;&gt;Lunar&lt;/a&gt; Government in connection to the murder of Jenifer Hamp's husband. Now the government has the task of setting up a court system and selecting judge, jury, and lawyers.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;

&lt;p&gt;18.

&lt;p&gt;From Earth &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Tranquility+City&quot;&gt;Tranquility City&lt;/a&gt; looked like a pinpoint of light in the lower right of the Sea of Tranquility; a golden &lt;a href=&quot;/title/gold+tooth&quot;&gt;tooth&lt;/a&gt; in the grin of the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Man+on+the+Moon&quot;&gt;Man on the Moon&lt;/a&gt;. The city was a cluster of some one hundred and ten buildings spreading radially from a large center dome (&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Armstrong+Park&quot;&gt;Armstrong Park&lt;/a&gt;). Most of these buildings were small domes, though the large southern factory was square and the medical center on the north side was an elongated structure with a forest of antennas sticking out of it. Inside the city 1,023 people lived, all names known, average annual salary 12,000 &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar+Currency&quot;&gt;lunari&lt;/a&gt; a year.&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>What Killed Mr. Hamp (fiction)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/What+Killed+Mr.+Hamp"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/What+Killed+Mr.+Hamp</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2012-12-17T19:12:49Z</published><updated>2012-12-17T19:12:49Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; &lt;big&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar+Rumblings&quot;&gt;&amp;#9790;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;O&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Bletcherous+Venire+Facias+de+Novo&quot;&gt;&amp;#9789;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/big&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Last time on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Above+Earth&quot;&gt;Above Earth&lt;/a&gt;: David Yee and Mrs. Jenifer Hamp have been detained by the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Lunar&quot;&gt;Lunar&lt;/a&gt; Government in connection to the suspicious death of Jenifer Hamp's husband. However the manner of Mr. Hamp's death is unclear and Dr. Badr Alwahiduddin has been working to determine the cause of death and to see whether or not Mr. Hamp was indeed murdered.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr&gt;

&lt;p&gt;17.

&lt;p&gt;A somber silence filled the conference room. The walls had been made transparent and the stark black and white and gray landscape beyond the dome sparkled with light as the sun rose slowly behind the rilles and fingers of &lt;a href=&quot;http://the-moon.wikispaces.com/Rima+Cauchy&quot;&gt;Rima Cauchy&lt;/a&gt; as a giant peering into the room. The light was not the golden light found on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Earth&quot;&gt;Earth&lt;/a&gt; but a bright flat white.

&lt;p&gt;Mas Kilmar, John Vada, Mark Michelson, Essica Jenners, and Sarah Yelm said nearly nothing as Dr. Badr&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>December 9, 2012 (log)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/December+9%252C+2012"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader/writeups/December+9%252C+2012</id><author><name>BookReader</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/BookReader</uri></author><published>2012-12-09T18:02:04Z</published><updated>2012-12-09T18:02:04Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt; So, about two months ago, I was standing in the visitor center at &lt;a href=&quot;/title/A+Partial+Summary+of+Nine+Prehistoric+Caves+of+France&quot;&gt;the Grottes PrÃ©historiques de Gargas&lt;/a&gt; looking at t-shirts and wondering if my &lt;a href=&quot;/title/girlfriend&quot;&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; would like one. I wasn't the only one there, a group of children probably in the first or second grade were just exiting the attached museum and spilling into the center looking at caveman-centric toys and grabbing at everything that could be grabbed at despite the teacher's protests.

&lt;p&gt; I started to turn away to see if some of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.renaud-bray.com/ImagesEditeurs/PG/1039/1039638-gf.jpg&quot;&gt;Ticayou: Le Petit Cro-Magnon&lt;/a&gt; books were interesting enough to buy. My girlfriend is a comic nut and requested some French comics. I didn't get very far because there was this little boy looking up at me.

&lt;p&gt;He says something like, &quot;Monsieur, oÃ¹ est la salle de bain?&quot;

&lt;p&gt;And I say, &quot;Sorry, I don't speak &lt;a href=&quot;/title/French&quot;&gt;French&lt;/a&gt;.&quot;

&lt;p&gt;He gives me a very odd look and repeats his question. I again reply that&amp;hellip;</content>
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