tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56133522011-04-22T01:55:47.606+01:00Thoughts & jottings, blogs in progressDougnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613352.post-1083873408522624422004-05-06T20:56:00.000+01:002005-01-04T01:14:06.943Z

The Wheel Trumpington looked through the eyepiece for a last time, confirming the alignment of the survey pegs, calling the figures to her assistant. Then, opening her spyglass, she looked out along her line to the bleeding sunset on the desert's sepia horizon. A dark smudge stood against the russet disk. Her earthworks were still in alignment with the Wheel. "Pay the men and let them go," she

Dougnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613352.post-1078752360893389942004-03-08T13:26:00.000Z2005-01-04T01:14:39.550Z

Law in the Fourth City - a micro-fiction If you asked most citizen-subjects of the Fourth City, they would tell you that law was a set of rules. If broken, there were penalties. That was all. The more reflective might laugh and say: "Law is just a word to describe what lawyers do." He knew this was wrong. Jonathon Tallow, an advocate to the Court of the First Ward, knew what all lawyers know:

Dougnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613352.post-1075813316337487462004-02-03T13:01:00.000Z2005-01-04T01:15:09.710Z

An overdose of insomulin And so, his imagination soaked with it, each night he dreamed a world of his own. A world the size of that we know, but circling a giant planet as a moon; following its orbit but unrotating on its own axis, so that each night and each day lasted one half a month. Each night would have a coldest part, when the moon passed through its parent’s shadow, both hemispheres out

Dougnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613352.post-1075070407997780392004-01-25T22:40:00.000Z2004-01-26T23:36:19.873Z

New entry I'm just experimenting with a new template here. How we lookin' now? Can't make this column wider, which could make pictures tricky.

Dougnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5613352.post-1059118162223163432003-07-25T08:29:00.000+01:002003-07-25T08:29:22.216+01:00

Raw insomulin Railways: the black line (Anubis) and the white line (Bast) meet at the Chariot Station and Streetcar Co. (Each line ends in a city loop, these touch, forming a lemniscate.) Themis CJ - must be confirmed by Senate (Governor may veto). Judges: often the ruler of a ward - duke, president (meritocrat?), etc A mechanical village that is a beetle/scarab. The Angel's prisoner cities:

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