#3: Both Sides Incongruity 

More Charlottesville thoughts

Why does “both sides have a point” dismantle the baseline truth that lives were (and are) threatened for existing.

Think about that.

It’s like if someone decided to kill certain animals for a rotary traits, like color or lifestyle.  dog with spots because those animals aren’t as good (i.e. deemed inferior). In the USA, for example, the general narrative and attitude is that universally dogs are good. (For the most part. All dogs except dogs that are too “violent” or are deemed “dangerous” by appearance or history, e.g. Rottweilers and pit bulls.) The idea that specific appearance of dogs should be exterminated should seem absurd and disturbing. Because it is. Or it should be. But it’s okay if people do that to other people?

I’m sorry about the metaphor. It’s the best example I could think that took into account USA generalism (“we love dogs”) and the shock-contrast of selective murder.

I love (non-human) animals; they’re easier to understand than people. Now I don’t believe animals are emotionally pure. They can be petty and jealous and crafty and ingenious. But certain humans are incredible for cognitively thinking murder as good. I don’t mean serial killers and such. I mean those people who, for all intents, seem sensible and successful and willing to kill whole groups of living, unique individuals.

It’s frightening that certain people see no incongruity between killing another human and not killing another human because…. Who knows? Since I can’t wrap my mind around why anyone would authentically, truthfully, sincerely, honestly murder Jewish people, black people, lgbtan+ people, and so on, let alone allies who defend them. Wanting to kill people, in a sincere ideological way, is still murder.

The next batch will post the first week of September.

Disclaimer: these are my uneducated opinions. I am not an expert. I only have strong, persistent opinions, acquired from listening to others, living life, and reading. If anyone notices any errors or misuse of words and meaning, let me know and I will correct any post or information.

Written 8/16/17 + 8/17/17 + 8/25/17


Toothiana Queen of the Tooth Fairy Armies

The Guardians: Book Three

by William Joyce

“Selfless like her father. Pure of heart like her mother. She was named Toothiana” (Joyce, 84).

Chapter Eleven

A big hullabo is made by the Lunar Lamas over Katherine’s lost tooth. Bunnymund is baffled by their reaction. As long as she’s all right, that’s what matters. Besides,

“‘[i]t isn’t actually lost. She holds it in her hand, and now she’ll grow another one. It’s all very natural and, frankly, rather ordinary. It’s not like she lost chocolate truffled egg or anything'” (68).

♥ for Bunnymund and his logic. I can relate to the way he thinks.

But the Lamas reiterate that the value of Katherine’s tooth is that it’s a “child’s tooth” (69). As a result “Her Most Royal Highness” will visit them, which has never happened and they are tremendously thrilled. Hearing this North, bless him, wonders “if this personage on this continent, [for] he’d likely stolen something from her in his crime-filled younger years” (69).

It turns out, no, he never stole from her for she is not simply royalty but is, in fact, ” ‘Queen Toothiana, gatherer and protector of children’s teeth!'” (69). Everyone seems skeptical or surprised except Bunnymund:

“‘Oh, her,’ he said dismissively. ‘She dislikes chocolate. She claims it’s bad for children’s teeth'” (70).

I love this dynamic. One, it shows he’s aware of her. Two, it shows how feels about her principles (and furthermore, what those might be — the value of teeth outweighs chocolate. The reason for this will be explained later). Third, it shows how he thinks of her. (We’ll learn what the Toothiana thinks later). And fourth, it hints at, when they do officially meet, how they might interact: diagonal interests but not necessarily in opposition. (I seriously love all the Guardians’ interactions.)

Katherine, North, and Ombric (who feels that he remembers hearing about her) are curious. Mr. Qwerty, the bookworm-turned-library offers to tell them about her. But the story actually starts with her parents.

Whoo. Okay. Feels time.

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Rainbow Bee

Day 24: Feb 25

The flowers shone in the sun. Dewdrops sparkled, ethereal rainbows glittering on the edge of leaf and stem. A fat, fuzzy bumblebee sipped from the petals, momentarily striped in like a rainbow.


I have renewed these in lieu of the Refugee Ban in the USA. Inspired by the-cassandra-project and their Every Day Challenge, I am writing every day to raise money for the Urban Justice Center. You can donate here or please spread the word. Thank you.

The Littlest Differences

Day 231

The tiniest owl fluffed up his wings. No need, of course, but he liked the sensation of feeling larger. His bigger nestnibs clicked their beaks in amusement at him. The littlest owl ignored them. He may be nearly normal, but he would try hard to pass as completely normal around the other owls. Flexing his feathers, he knew he would be safer that way. It was always safer to hide differences when they weren’t too obvious. Wasn’t it? 

Written: 1 June 2016

Words: 78 words

Inspired: an image in my head + a fanfic I wrote + stuff I’m working through 


Leaf for a Nest

Day 223

Golden leaves glided across the gurgling stream. Tickling through a riverbed of blue and purple pebbles, it sucked gently on the grassy turf at its shore. One leaf drifted close to the grass; a tiny claw snap it up by its stem. Snipping it vigorously, the blue luminous crab decided it would do. It’s color would hide her nest and its crinkly, papery body would not dissolve as quickly in water. Yes, the crab nodded. It was perfect.

Written: 29 May 2016

Words: 76 

Inspired: song and Eastern USA coast (horseshoe crabs?)


Fairy Tale Friday: The Storks 

Andersen’s Fairy Tales

by H. C. Andersen

This was an old Christmas present from my mom that I re-found at the beginning of the year. It’s a lovely old book, probably from a used book store. There’s a handwritten note in it dated to June 1961. And while I have other books with a lot of the same stories, there’s something adorable about this one so I’m going through reading all them. 

The Storks (pg. 41-7)

“‘Hark! what are the boys singing? ‘ said the little storks; ‘they say we are to be hanged and burnt!'” (41).
“‘I know the pond where all the little human babies lie, til the storks fetch them'” (46).
“‘We will take both a brother and sister to him'” (47).

It begins with a cute family of storks.

Father stork might be a mite conceited for he decides that “‘I daresay they think I have orders to stand there—it looks smart!’ and so he remained standing on one leg” (41).

The little boys are cruel, even if unintentionally as they sing: “‘The first of your chicks shall be struck through the breast / The second shall hang and the third shall burn'” (41).Who sings about babies being cut and burned and hanged?  I’m glad at least one boy (Peter) isn’t taking part and isn’t a jerk.

No, you’ll be fine (to the little storks). “‘Hark! what are the boys singing? ‘ said the little storks; ‘they say we are to be hanged and burnt!'” (41). Aw, poor little storks; they’re scared: “‘But we are so frightened,’ said the young ones, burying their heads in the nest” (42).

Is this story about baby storks being scared by cruel lyrics?

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