Monthly Archives: October 2009

While waiting for my latest YouTube contribution, a recording of Seneca’s Epistles, to finish encoding, I ventured upon Hulu to entertain myself. Destination Truth was on the front page, the episode entitled Lost City/Thunderbird. Great I thought, a show about … Continue reading →

When the hall was complete Cato gathered the children in the early morning on the grounds before the statue of the goddess. Fight, and who wins will have a place of honor in this school. At first the boys remained … Continue reading →

Cato called for the young ones and gathered them together. Dirty and vicious, spitting and clawing. Tell who reared this one, Cato said, pointing from child to child. When Cato saw that the children were bastards, he spoke to the … Continue reading →

I walked outside of my room with the dog walking in front of me during the night, right before Orcus goes to bed. I spot Orcus readying her lunch for tomorrow in the kitchen, I slip into the bathroom. I … Continue reading →

Should the job of a reference librarian in assisting patrons be to “Serve Their Needs, Not Their Wants?” In other words, if you couldn’t be both, what would you rather be: popular or right? This question is tricky to answer … Continue reading →

That night Cato lodged in the house of the chieftain. In the darkness he found the girl rifling through bins of purple leaf, stuffing the plant into her mouth with fever. Cato rose and she lunged forward to attack, punching … Continue reading →

The chief stumbled out of his hut in a stupor. The girl cast her eyes down. The chief grabbed the girl violently off the mount and began to molest her saying thank you for bringing back my whore of a … Continue reading →

When she awoke they mounted Cato’s horse and rode to her home. Coming upon a path leading to her village, Cato saw savages digging into the soil with bare fingers. They were scourging the earth for flecks of gold, but … Continue reading →

The exile tended his garden, freeing the roots of the broad oaks so that they might breath easy again. The weeds withdrew to the edges of the vale. An owl passed overhead and perched on a tree limb which protruded … Continue reading →

A knight rode north with a hateful wave of scoria and ash at his back, the remnants of his homeland devoured in his step. Entering into the wild Cato sought refuge in the mountains overlooking the vale where he wed … Continue reading →