Dream of the Dragon

Category: push coming to shove

Definitely not Scatha.

by Justin

Two rope swings, usually reserved for leaping out into the bay, served only to carry children out over the water and then back within inches of hitting nearby trees. The original designs didn’t account for their use outside the summer months. To be fair, the summer months probably didn’t plan to make an appearance in January.

A white dog, much too tall and lean to be husky or malamute, won the day by fiercely resembling an arctic wolf and carrying no small amount of that mystique. It’s name was Dragon.

A young blond child, lagging behind larger and louder friends, stuffed his hands in his pockets and strolled along. The boy, at most 8 years old, was in no hurry to catch up. “Man, I wish I had my cell phone,” he said.

Contained by Invisible Fence.

by Justin

MJ #2

Lit by the golden glow of magic hour, even a porta-potty can look beautiful. This one failed to reach those heights, but the proud branding on the side shone just fine: EURE. It is a glorious thing to have one’s last name plastered across public toilets. It means what it means, okay?

Construction in the neighborhood was particularly ominous as the holiday made it all look like abandoned projects. Tall pine trees had been cut down, stripped, and split into logs no longer than 6 feet, creating a wooden rail along the street. The nearby warning sign on a faded-orange excavator showed a stick figure sprawled out after improper operation.

This particular street, after signs labeled ‘Gold’ and ‘Green’, terminates in swampland. Many of the corners warn of dead ends, some going so far as to say “NO TURNING SPACE.” One such street ended in a small footpath across a beautiful private canal, then emptied back out into un-dead-end streets.

Most striking and resonant, though, was the following sign, white text on blue: “Dog contained by Invisible Fence.” And then a phone number should one wish to install the same trickery. Icarus, free of said fence, was particularly restless on that block. It’s hard to spot the edges of an invisible fence.

When I was nine, my next-door neighbors had such a fence, marked by frequent white flags. Their dog, some kind of rottweiler mix, would surrender to instinct periodically and chase animals past those flags and into our yard. He would only remember the penalty of crossing the barrier once the passage was complete. And then it was nearly impossible to get him to cross again and go home.

The final slayer of this text-heavy walk was an old, rusted truck and its license plate:

Holding Discovery Hostage

by Justin

A former acting teacher once shared a quotation, to illustrate some truth about believing in an action on stage, that went something like this: the first and most essential ingredient in any venture is a belief in its potential success. I am confident the original makes a better aphorism, but this still illustrates the point. It seems obvious, but a lot of times people begin things without ever suspecting the eventual success and the subsequent failure is self-fulfilling. Or the success is the product of some serendipity or something utterly outside the person. Point is: why lay your life on the line, championing a cause you deeply believe in, when the gambit absolutely cannot pay off? Mad fanaticism? Stupidity?

A strange thing happened just outside of the nation’s capitol today, an eruption of radical activism unrelated to the mania of extreme conservativism. The opposite extreme, really: it came from an individual inspired by the writings of Daniel Quinn, if you can believe it. Here’s the quick breakdown:

Earlier today James J. Lee visited the headquarters of his longtime adversary in Silver Springs, MD: The Discovery Channel. Mr. Lee took three hostages and held them for roughly four hours, claiming to have bombs strapped to his person and a gun at hand. This seems to have been an escalation of a multi-year history of picketing the education network, according to the NY Times, on the grounds of their interests in profit over elucidation. Yep. A history of protesting The Discovery Channel for its failure to correct the planet’s ills. Read the rest of this entry »