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It means something, but I'm not sure what.
Samantics comment   8453.878 tgc / 2015.367 ce

The Oksasa

The subject of women in Ksreskézaian society and pre-Ksreskézaian society, other than the Slokdtabasa, is something I've pretty much categorically avoided. If I have written anything, either on Memory or in passing elsewhere, it hasn't been very strong and it certainly hasn't been anything so memorable that I remember what I said, excepting perhaps a remark or two about non-plug-in-socket genitals. I think maybe it's time to set the record straight.

In the time of the Ksreskézai, the naming of houses followed the name of its patriarch—Tévopo, Chúkoto, Gazdatto—but this was not always their way. The true centrepiece of an Oksian household was once the single female, who lived much longer than the males and functioned as a matriarch. This was the way of the Oksasa for countless millennia, and was a pattern that could still be seen in other related species and in the remnants of the other Oksian civilizations on Ksreskézo. Such a household would be like an insect colony, writ small.

Then came Oksresko. […]
Samantics comment   read more (4152 bytes) · 8453.857 tgc / 2015.325 ce

Xhomitzi epigenetics

Exhibits 8453.837 tgc / 2015.288 ce

the way Windward

Exhibits 8453.837 tgc / 2015.288 ce

regalia of the Iron princes

Exhibits 8453.836 tgc / 2015.285 ce

Without mockery

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"I think I know the place you are speaking of," said Íoya, her features drawn together. "With certainty there is a mansion in the old marshlands, south of the oasis, but it is on the grounds of the Kégivko Ceremonial Game Reserve. No slave is allowed anywhere near that place." She sighed, as if she had been holding in her breath, and swept herself away, now very much disinclined to support the easterner's sororal piety. It was not a practice native to Tévopían slokdtabasa, who were much more accustomed to palace intrigue and the art of sharpening daggers to bury in each others' backs.

So that was how the scene must have looked to Regsabta and Íoya: consciously or not, they would have counted their poison arrow-tips, and gloated in a subdued smugness at Gloto-Tyogía's openness. Regsabta's rescue of the battered creature had not been entirely selfless, whether or not she wants to white-wash it now, hundreds of years after the fact.

Stop groaning.  […]
Samantics comment   read more (6452 bytes) · 8453.812 tgc / 2015.24 ce

State function

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At that moment a sort of stillness overcame the ship's lounge. The atmosphere had grown steadily quieter as the hours dragged on; the novice poets and muses had stopped humming their novelties for one another, leaving only the hushed tones of the elders and the occasional clink of a posset bowl. The gay tones of the ubiquitous murals that encrusted every corner of the Zelúkwía had seen better days, lending yet more to the tiredness of the celebration.

Íora rolled her eyes at the silence, her attention slow, lugubrious. She had spent the morning defending her latest literary innovation to her editor, who was utterly opposed to printing it. This time, it had not resulted in any perforated wings, but she was still sore, both in body and mind.

She swilled her bowl about, reflecting on this, and other conflicts of opinion. Checking the bottom of her drink was another personal habit—she had once swallowed a lump of ergot that someone had spat into her bowl the morning after a wild party, and the experience had never quite stopped haunting her. […]
Samantics comment   read more (2580 bytes) · 8453.798 tgc / 2015.213 ce

Life, the universe, and seconds

We're going to sit down, you and I, and we're going to talk. And we're going to talk for a while—I'll be honest, I haven't decided how long I'm going to talk for yet—and we're going to see where that takes us. I'm not exactly sure who you are or why you're reading this; you might be an annoyed Isharian, or a real-world coworker, or someone from SL who just clicked far too many links because you read peoples' profiles even though it's vogue not to, or you might be a rather integral part of my life, past or present, wondering why I didn't mention this here thing sooner.

For now, though, let's see where it takes us. […]
Samantics comment   read more (12617 bytes) · 8453.796 tgc / 2015.209 ce

Key advice when for to be naming of the software projects

Do not call your project 'Phoenix.'

Realistically—don't call it anything related to fire, explosions, awesomeness, or power.

In fact, if your favourite colour is red, orange, or anything else you or a friend might consider fiery, then if at all possible, get a new favourite colour. This advice extends beyond programming, but is particularly important in the context of application naming. (Mauve, crimson, maroon, tangerine, and amber are fine.)
Samantics comment   8453.777 tgc / 2015.175 ce

Coming Soon: the Wanisin Archives

After months of heated negotiations with the Shúthíma Federal Archives in Regenelía, the Memory is pleased to report that we have finally obtained permission to begin publication of material pertaining to Wanisin and especially its early history. Even though this material was declassified by the Hatel embassy in Tokaran over a century ago, the Wind government has attempted to control access to this material because of their sensitive nature. Over the next year, we hope to start publishing the available historical records for this remarkable place so that the greater cosmos can be more familiar with the exceptional details of the longest- and best-kept secret in known history.
News comment   8453.749 tgc / 2015.122 ce


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