brunisols

Geologic Rambles!

2009-01-15T06:06:29Z

'What wild wanders have you led'
Said the sapling
To the grain of sand
'If long ago you formed from fire,
Deep below, the deepest depth
my roots will reach.
And then with aching slowness
rose up towards the cold,
there to tower over
dinosaurs and trilobites, glaciers perhaps?
Until unceasing water wore you down
Carried you on it's mad meandering
saunter to the sea.
Did you see your cousins crushed to clay?
How much of yourself have you lost?
What of it, you saw the sea.
How long did waves lap your cheeks,
till down once more you plunged
with aching slowness,
down there, so warm,
where you and all
the others
who had made it so far
Joined hands and swore to never part again
How long did you sleep down there?
Warm, solid, tight, together
Before unwilling, you, your comrades
Rose, bending, breaking towards the sky
How did you lose them this time?
How did you find the stream the river
Ripples, Dunes?
You never made it to the sea,
The river broke its bounds
And left you here,
That I may strain towards you with my roots
And wish that I could wander
as you wandered.
But me?'
Said the contemplative vegetation
'I am nothing but a breath to you,
a straining, growing, instant is all.
A whisper, a flash, a..'
The tree sighed.
For what are the philosophic ramblings of a sapling
To a grain of sand?

Somehow I allways write about fish

2008-12-05T02:59:32Z

Fish, swish, dish? Said the smarmy monkey
To himself
Looking for a suitable rhyme

What a funny end for a love poem,
His lovely lady thought as she read it
I'll grant your every wish, Eternally, Your Fish

Endearingly quaint,
She mused, twizzling her hair
And thinking of salmon

In her dreams, at the ball
He didn't wear tails
As he spun her on the floor
He had one

That night, all alone
She went down to the wharf
And there all about
A thousand fine fish
Slithered their scales seductively at her

Watching, as his fair lady
Slipped into the sea
The smarmy monkey regretted his choice of words
I should have used dish, he sighed to himself
As she swam off

That night, he dreamed he had gills
That his fins were flipping
And his tail swishing

But the next day he set off, determined
To snare, a new monkey mistress
Less enamored of Osteichthyes

However, seafood was the new stunning
Noone wanted a monkey,
When they could have a sea urchin
And a poet with no gills
Had nothing to offer

Years later the monkey wandered the land
Hunched and old, crippled
And alone, warning all who crossed his path

Be careful how you choose your rhymes
In spite of proffered dimes
For fear, of course, of mimes.

memeattackmemeattackmemeattack

2008-11-21T17:37:45Z

Rules:

1. Grab the book nearest you. Right now.

2. Turn to page 56.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post that sentence along with these instructions in your journal (and just the sentence in my comments).

5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

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Silicates are not easily soluble in acid and many leave a skeletal silica outline of the grain when the compound is dissolved in a salt of phosphorus bead.

brunisols @ 2008-11-20T12:55:00

2008-11-20T21:06:53Z

stolen from fuzzycoatimundi

SCATTERGORIES... it's easier with an M!

Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following... they have to be real places, names, things... nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial.

(WHICH BY THE WAY IS HARD IF YOU ALREADY READ THEIR ANSWERS)
You can't use your name for the boy/girl.

1. What is your name: Meghan

2. 4 letter word: Muck
3. Vehicle: Moterbike
4. City: Montreal
5. Boy Name: Mark
6. Girl Name: Matilda
7. Alcoholic drink: Margerita
8. Occupation: Mercenary
9. Something you wear: Moccasins
10. Celebrity: Machiavelli
11. Food: Maraschino Cherry
12. Something found in a bathroom: Moisturizer
13. Reason for Being Late: Murder
14. Cartoon Character: Magneto
15. Something You Shout: Move!
16. Animal: Mongoose
17. Body part: Mouth
18. Word to describe you: Magnificent

mystery outcrops

2008-10-26T06:48:10Z

Where did the pesky things come from! I think they must have been asexually reproducing in my notebook. But 3 of them..? SERIOUSLY. Also, where on earth did 60-80m of rock go?? Can't have vanished can it?? So which outcrops are impostors? Who do I cull?

Hmmmm....

I think I need sleep, pretty soon the volcanic breccia will start turning into conglomerate and all the fossils from the dead zone will rise up as an undead bivalve army with clacking shells and belemnite commanders and they will come and pinch my toes with murderous intent!

I am going to have peculiar dreams now aren't I?

More poemy things

2008-05-27T17:57:10Z

Hold the ground together with your mind girl
You built this place
Remember?
Your demons and dreams
They formed the stones
And you put them here
As good a place as any.
And now your fairy castle tumbles down girl
What did you think
That you could fool yourself forever?
You looked through the cracks
As strain slowly tore the walls apart
And saw the world outside girl
But, perhaps you're not so clever as I thought
You'd stay here, then?
Clinging to the rubble
If you could.

But I think you see the sky falling girl
On this little world of yours
You cannot hold it up forever
And one day
You'll stand and brush away the dust
And straighten your skirt
Beneath your feet, the solid earth
And from there you'll see
A sky even now
Without your dreams
To hang it from space

Sleep, please?

2008-03-31T14:10:36Z

I can't make it through final exams without you, sleep. I can feel myself getting dumber every day after each sleepless night. I'm going to get sick or I'm going to get so dysfunctional from sleep deprivation that I may as well be. I'm trying to avoid caffeine in the evenings, take some time to calm down before going to bed, eat properly. I tried reading myself to sleep, I just read until my eyelids were so heavy I couldn't keep them open, expectantly put down the book, closed my eyes... and just lay there. If I was really fretting about something I could understand it, but at this point I am too tired and confused to even know if I am supposed to be stressed about something. The most hopeful solution, I think, is exercise,it did work at least one night... stupid gym closing early last night.

But, honestly sleep, what did I do to you? Just forgive and forget, eh? Please come back to me.

Sooo very sleepy

2008-03-28T02:52:57Z

Rambling

Gallop little mare, gallop
This night is yours to think
That nothing chases you
Gallop little mare
And toss your head
So proud to think
Your speed keeps you safe
Forever
Outrace the night
Little mare
While the shadows and stillness
Protect you
For soon, little mare
The sun will rise
And blaze upon you
And in that dawn you'll see
All of the monsters that chase you

For Genevieve

2008-03-23T17:30:24Z

A post of un-matched unridiculousness.

I woke up this morning and discussed the weather with Christopher on the telephone.

I am currently eating breakfast, and will soon be drinking coffee.

Today I plan to go skiing, and then later I plan to study calculus and physics and possibly work on my poster project.

Then I intend to go to bed at a reasonable hour so as to be well rested to do schoolwork tommorow.

I am in a good mood.

Goodbye.

Undone by my great need to bother beth

2008-03-14T02:36:58Z

MEME
Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it*. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

-stolen from Beth

*I reserve the right to take as long as I need for research, though I will make an honest attempt at it - some things I just know/think less about! .... I just couldn't leave well enough alone

rambles & sad fiddles

2007-12-02T18:25:27Z

Can you fix a broken thing?
Take a fiddle, harsh and shallow toned
And give to it
Deep singing voice
When touched by a trained hand?
Or would the hand
True enough to make it well
Find a better thing to play?

And a fiddle, cannot teach itself to sing
But if a fiddle could
Would that voice grow sweeter
As it lay, trembling, lonely in its case
Begging the bow
To touch it's strings and let it try
To learn beauty

And if the fiddle,
Failing to teach itself to sing
Could dream
Would it's sleep fill
With fantasies of wondrous song
Torn wildly from its throat by loving hands
Only to wake
And know that it's voice
Is not sweet.

Also, it is still snowing, yayness!

Extra ++ Melodramatic Rambling Bonus*

2007-11-14T02:32:12Z

And what says the sun
As it climbs with the day on its back
To the crest of the sky
What says the sun when
The day falls back
Down into night

And if the sun does not complain
What right the mouse
To say it is not fair
That one has fed all day
That hunger must be done

And if the waves do not bemoan
Their fears
As tumbling crashing
The moon and sea
Break them by the cliff
And make them once more to break again

What right have I to say
That things never change
That I have not moved
And only the world hurtled past
And fear
That forever my little day
Must be pulled from it's own small night

KILL

2007-09-28T19:53:36Z

Shitty stats programs + pointless updates = KILL KILL KILL.

Career Meme Attack!

2007-09-16T16:27:23Z

1.Ecologist

2.Veterinarian

3.Arborist

4.Gardener

5.Chimney Sweep

6.Window Washer

7.Paleontologist

8.Marine Biologist

9.Zoologist

10.Taxidermist

11.Aquaculturist

12.Conservation Officer

13.Animal Breeder

14.Environmental Consultant

15.Beekeeper

16.GIS Specialist

17.Cartographer

18.Fisher

19.Lineworker

20.Mail Carrier

21.Microbiologist

22.Forestry Technician

23.Agronomist

24.Zookeeper

25.Animal Caretaker

26.Roofer

27.Electronics Repairer

28.Road Construction and Maintenance Worker

29.Enlisted Member of the Armed Forces

30.Landscaper

31.Carpenter

32.Nursery / Greenhouse Grower

33.Horticulturist

34.Welder

35.Boilermaker

36.Tilesetter

37.Insulator

38.Pet Groomer

39.Glazier

40.Hydrologist / Hydrogeologist

I should not be left alone with this music

2007-07-29T06:25:23Z

Oh rain dirt sky
that in this form
Must be so
discontent
That wants
Too much
That needs
This seed of madness
That grown
This tree
With branches
Roots
Turned in
To eat itself
And blazing
In there
The only sun
It knows
That gives only
Light sufficient
That this may persist
And all may
Round and round
Forever
dizzily procede

Take this she says
For what worth
A thing that never brings one joy
And cuts a sliver from her heart
And I laughed of course
For even if I cast that peice to hell
All it might do is make her heart beat that much less well

You are what you are I tell her
Stop fearing
Just be it
Just take it and want it
And she was watching her looking glass
Not me
And my words
Well she chose for herself
Which ones to hear

That world in this mirror
Swims round and round
And in my eyes
Just that tree
Eating itself
And sustained by my fear

Rambling VI

2007-07-19T05:30:20Z

If the rain never stopped
She would wait there forever
Hoping, perhaps
She might learn to swim

But the clouds part
As they allways do
And the sun makes her see
The road again

The road that leads away from here
That goes nowhere
That she follows
Not moving

And if you could, should you stop her?
That she may chose any trail
So long as it is she
Who tells her feet to walk

Or leave her to wait in the rain
Hoping,
Yet knowing, that there
She will never learn to swim

For everyone who wasn't there

2007-07-15T18:18:53Z

O’ yee of a Kingdom
Once grand,
How disordered stand thee
Disjunct and feuding
Where once you stood
Alike in cause
Shoulder to shoulder
And blades aloft,
To strike for shared glory
What led you here
To petty rivalry?

I, Princess Sarah,
Battle Maiden once,
I claim in part the blame
For, in unknowing youth
I led thee once
With fratricidal aim
To pursue brother’s blood
With thy thus dishonored blades
Perhaps upon that day
Thy swords did learn a taste
For slaughtered kin

And oh what sorrow
To the land’s aged noble king
This conflict brought
That on the morn he thought to pass
His vast estate
Fairly shared, each to each child gifted
Beholding this conflict
Lost hope and wit
Descending to unhappy madness
And dissolute pursuits

What of the son?
Ambitious boy,
Seeing a kingdom too small
To quench
His unceasing thirst
To dominate and to decree
He set his sights to farther shores
To seek forbidden knowledge
And journey foreign lands
What news of him
But that even the heavens cry
In the lands where he does go

But, even in his wanderings
His goals do not completely forget this realm
And so
As if by chance
Arriving from the East
His cousin and accomplice,
Athon of Ario!
Gifted in the arts of rhetoric
Athon, he wins the ear
Of the Mad King Kline
And poisons his heart
To his own children

For little known to us
But in whispers
Blown in the wind, that
Athon had gathered
Mercenary hordes
Who longing for more temperate climes
Would follow him to conquer
These much troubled lands

And to this end
His cunning sped
With flattering words
And well trained tongue
He turned the king’s heart
To abhor my ways
To unclench my fist
From bloodied blade
Stray from the field of war
And leave our borders
Unwatched and weakened

While I
Must watch my battle arm
Wither from what once it was
Confined to my lonely room
No comrades but the
False-friendly elf-maidens
Friends of my youth
So-called
But better friends
I’m sure
Of those who’d do me ill
Sent to tutor me
To waste my prime
With needlepoint and idle prose

And so trust not this day
To celebrate my birth
And propriety
Trust it not
Yet make merry
For what else may we do
When the end of all we know
Looms near

Whiny harp boy

2007-06-27T22:30:57Z

Your Score: Orpheus

33% Extroversion, 100% Intuition, 83% Emotiveness, 71% Perceptiveness

You are an artist, an aesthete, a sensitive, and someone who has never really let go of that childlike innocence. To you, all of life has a sense of wonder in it, and the story of Orpheus was written about someone just like you.

When the Argo passed the island of the Sirens, Orpheus played a song more beautiful than the Sirens to prevent the crew from becoming enticed. When his wife died, he ventured into the underworld to charm Hades but, in his naivete, he looked back becoming trapped there.

You can capture your unique world view and relate it to others with the skill of a master storyteller. Your sensitivity and creativity make you a treasure to the human race, but your thin-skinned nature and innocence can cause you a lot of disenchantment and pain. What's doubly unfortunate is that, if you try to lose those traits, you never will, and everyone will be able to tell that you're putting up an artificial shell to prevent yourself from being hurt.

Famous people like you: Hemingway, Shakespeare, Mr. Rogers, Melville, Nick Tosches
Stay clear of: Icarus, Hermes, Atlas

Link: The Greek Mythology Personality Test written by Aleph_Nine on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Calling all Lords and Ladies of the Realm

2007-06-11T05:49:25Z

To all Lords and Ladies of the Realm, you are cordially invited to the coming into society ball of Meghan Sarah Ineson of Kline in honor of the young lady’s 22nd birthday. Calling all corners of the kingdom to celebrate at Chateau Kline upon the 14th of July, Saturn’s day, starting at 1:00pm and going long into the night.

Come for a day of theatrics, games, and battle –there are rumors that trouble stirs between the various factions of the kingdom- (don’t worry it is all with foam covered swords so no-one will be getting hurt) and stay for a night of music and revelry so all musicians are of course encouraged to bring their instruments and be ready to perform. Please also bring libations of alcohol to lubricate the evening’s festivities.

This is of course a costume affair so come dressed up to represent your faction…

From the island of Gambiar, visit the wild folk elves and fairies, who plan to grace us with their presence upon this day.

Also present of course will be those loyal to the crown: the Royalists (any fantasy warrior theme works well here as well as Greco-Roman, Alice in Wonderland or anything else magnificent and silly that your imagination can conjure up that will not overly hamper your capacity to participate in the events of the day).

Hailing from the high seas we have the Loyal and Trustworthy band of Pirates led by Captain Christopheles the Two-Faced.

Also visiting are the numerous undead who nightly haunt the realm: Zombies, Necromancers and Goths.

Please RSVP, and e-mail (morgana_freaky@hotmail.com) me to ask for directions, and of course, do not fail to mention to which faction you are beholden: Pirates, Fairies and elves, Royalists, or Zombies, Goths and Necromancers.

If you enjoy rampant silliness and/ or would like to help me celebrate my 22nd birthday please come out. I can also provide help with costumes if needed so long as you let me know a-head of time.

Rambling V Still trying to focus

2007-06-06T00:39:17Z

Oh and if
But what
And never
Never that
That
But not for
Me
Me
And you?
Not us.
That would mean
But doesn't
Which I never said
I wouldn't
If I did
Could you pretend?
And when I did
What then?
You'd notice
And why?
Why ask
Nothing
Things which
I don't
Can't
Maybe

Rambling IV Because I am too tired to focus

2007-06-05T04:28:21Z

Who is this?
With a nightmare waiting in their eyes

And these stones that one day shall be sand,
What comfort promise me?
That I should cling still to such deceptive permanence.

Who is this,
This that I see in all of you
With a nightmare for me in those eyes

And which dreams?
That still smell so sweet
To make this seeming nightmare yet seem fierce?

If I could look again
Would fear be transformed?
For stone must turn to sand someday

And in the sand I'll wait for you
And your sweet-smelling nightmares
The day the sea turns these stones into sand

Does anyone notice a reoccuring theme here?

2007-04-14T02:51:10Z

Wizard

48% Combativeness, 40% Sneakiness, 70% Intellect, 8% Spirituality

Brilliant! You are a Wizard!

Wizards are spells-casters who study powerful arcane magic. While Wizards tend to be pretty fragile, some of those spells can pack quite a punch. Unlike Clerics, Wizards aren’t as good at fixing people as they are at breaking them, so watch where you toss that fireball…

Your most distinctive trait is your intelligence. You're probably well learned and logical, if perhaps a bit fragile.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Combativeness
You scored higher than 99% on Sneakiness
You scored higher than 99% on Intellect
You scored higher than 99% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

rawfuls

2007-04-10T06:15:49Z

You scored as I - Magician. The Magician, represents those aspects of the personality traditionally considered "masculine". He is in control. He knows how things work. He takes action and makes things happen. One that operates through the power of Will rather than brute force. The Magician represents the application of knowledge. The Magician creates his desired reality. When this card appears in a Tarot spread it indicates the attainment of goals through the application of knowledge and Will. If badly aspected in a spread, this card can represent abuse of power. It can indicate manipulation of others, trickery and deception.

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I - Magician

75%

XIII: Death

69%

III - The Empress

63%

XI: Justice

56%

XVI: The Tower

50%

IV - The Emperor

50%

II - The High Priestess

50%

0 - The Fool

50%

X - Wheel of Fortune

50%

XIX: The Sun

44%

VIII - Strength

38%

XV: The Devil

38%

VI: The Lovers

31%

Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
created with QuizFarm.com

a revised edition, for kidlets

2007-04-08T17:33:00Z

Contemplating making illustrations and turning it into a picture book to torment any poor future kidlets unfortunate enough to be associated with me, so any commentary would be awesome.

"Softly, softly, swim towards me"
Said the shark
Slipping sharply through the sea

"I hadn't seen you there"
The fish replied
"And cannot, will not swim to where
Your teeth await me"

The shark was slipping sharply through the sea
The fish was startled
Darting dashing, fast as he could be

"Oh little fish, it won't hurt much
And think, the startling pattern
Crimson red
Your blood a painting in the dark"

"Little fish, you can't outswim me
Little fish, your fins are small
And oh, my teeth are large"

"Oh great big shark, you're right I'm small
And what a meager meal would I make
For one with teeth so very, very large"

"A little treat, that's small and neat,
a sweet candy on my teeth,
Why wait my little fish,
Why drag out fate?"

"Oh great big shark, oh monstrous teeth
My candied fate.
The deal is done
Why waste your charm on me?"

Oh the fish he sees the sea
And the shark just sees the fish
Oh the fish, he swims so slow now
And the shark, well, he swims fast

"What feeble fins my little fish,
What tiny gills to gasp your last
And oh my monstrous mighty tail
Sweeps me closer, little fish, to you"

"Oh monstrous monstrous enourmous shark
So tiny its true
That the bars of this trap, will let me through
And not let you!"

Ban you so hard!

2007-03-19T15:49:46Z

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