Monthly Archives: April 2015

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Shadow & Glass

For as long as I can remember, a beautiful emerald-green vase has perched on Mom’s nightstand. I have come to remember her as that vase: whole, perfect, filled with fresh vivacity, and reminiscent of fragrant flowers. The first chip in the vase appeared when Mom lost her keys.  She searched the whole house for them,…

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Vintage Almond Lemon Cake

A unique mix of flavors, this cake combines the sweet nuttiness of almond cake with a tart lemon custard. While the recipe is fairly in-depth and involved, the finished product is so delicious that it is well worth the extra effort. Cake Ingredients: 7 ounces almond paste 10 tablespoons margarine or butter ½ cup granulated sugar 4…

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Beck’s Brand New Phase

Long gone are the days of Beck’s quick-witted, ironic raps over pseudo hip-hop tracks like “Loser”. Instead, Beck has replaced that self-image with a musical style that is much more frank, vulnerable and folkish. His new album, “Morning Phase” projects a message of hopefulness and honesty in a void of musical and real-life uncertainty. The…

The Invictus Initiative

Invictus: Latin; meaning unconquerable, undefeated. The Invictus Initiative held an informational meeting Monday, April 6th in Marquez Hall to discuss their newest announced trip to Nicaragua this summer. Their third visit there, this trip, as told by Co-founder Mike Kmita, will focus around humanitarian aid that focuses “… less about helping, more about learning and…

Cornelia: Part 1

Given that he has asked us to carefully record everything that crosses our mind for later analysis, I want to make it perfectly clear that I do not believe that this record will be in any way useful. To my reader, I want to make it clear that the events recounted in this personal journal are being told only because it is required of me. Most likely if you are reading this then you already know the nature of my work and the purpose of this research endeavor.

However, if on the very slim chance that this project is declassified I will start from the very beginning. Also, I am being asked to start at the beginning, so don’t get it in your mind I am doing this for you. And it certainly isn’t for me.

About a year ago I, along with Dr. Selridge were contacted by REDACTED with an opportunity to come work on a new emerging technology. At the time we were told that we would be flying out to a facility near Silicon Valley in California. Although now I would hardly call this a small facility. But I digress.

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The Gate: Chapter 4: Father

Ajay was stretched out on her back by the creek, eyes closed, soaking in the sun. As Rawlin drew near she sat up and watched as he pushed through the branches. You know there was an easier way to get here, she said with a snicker.

I wasn’t looking for the easy way, just the fast way. Father is impatient.

Rather than respond she gave him a strange smile and stood. Father broke into the clearing just behind Rawlin. He froze solid when his eyes fell upon Ajay and his jaw fell open.

“This isn’t some sort of joke is it Rawlin? Did Dain put you up to this?”
Rawlin shook his head, “Father, this is Ajay. Ajay, this is my Father, Dicen.”

Ajay bowed slightly, “May Saelu’s light bless this greeting.”

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Ten: Chapter 3

Yesterday was a whirlwind. I did not have time to journal last night about my Ceremony, so I will do so now. Before I begin, I must preface this by saying that what I am about to write is not what happened “officially.” It is what actually happened, but hopefully no one else will ever know.

I know that by writing the truth in this journal, I am from now on going to constantly worry about whose hands hold this journal, and which eyes peruse its contents. This journal is my co-conspirator in events that may in the future prove life-threatening.

Now that I’ve gotten the terribleness off of my chest, I can at least say that the Ceremony was actually quite nice. Mom and Dad were obviously nervous, but I think by the end they at least settled down enough to swallow some of the chocolate cake. They were expecting the worst. The worst, according to the official record, did not happen.

My letter is still unopened, and it is lying at the bottom of the hidden compartment in the back of my closet. There it will stay until I see fit to otherwise remove it. It must not be opened.

Of course, I did read a letter aloud at the ceremony. It just wasn’t mine. It was all made up.

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