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National Science Fiction Day

No one is going to place any blame for those people who may have never heard about National Science Fiction Day! It’s common in some circles but virtually unknown in others. Reading science fiction books, watching Sci-Fi films, dressing up as a favorite superhero and perhaps even taking part in Comic-Con may not be for everyone. But,as it turns out, in the last few years National Science Fiction Day has become a very popular and unique event that marks the calendar of every true and dedicated fan of science fiction.

Although it’s not an official holiday of any sort (meaning that it is not recognized or declared by any government), National Science Fiction Day is given some degree of credence through its recognition by organizations such as the Hallmark Channel as well as the Scholastic Corporation. National Science Fiction Day has expanded not only across the United States, but has also made its way across different parts of the world.

Now it’s time to learn about and prepare to celebrate National Science Fiction Day!

The History of National Science Fiction Day

National Science Fiction Day is celebrated on this date very early in the year for a good reason. January 2 was the date that was chosen in order to correspond with the official birth date of famed science fiction writer Isaac Asimov, who is thought to have been born January 2nd, 1920. Mr. Asimov is responsible for some incredible works of science fiction literature during his lifetime, such as “Nightfall” and the “Foundation Trilogy”.

Isaac Asimov, originally a biochemist, was known to be one of the most prolific writers of all time, having written or edited more than 500 books. He is widely considered a master of hard science fiction and was a long-time member and vice president of Mensa International. His dedication to scientific accuracy was to be envied.

Asimov was responsible for a variety of terms related to National Science Fiction Day. He coined the term “robotics” in his 1941 story “Liar!”. In addition, he also came up with the term “spome” in a paper entitled, “There’s No Place Like Spome” which was published in Atmosphere in Space Cabins and Closed Environments. Eventually the term “psychohistory” was created in his foundation stories to name a fictional branch of science which combines history, sociology, and mathematical statistics to make general predictions about the future behavior of very large groups of people.

Isaac Asimov was an atheist as well as a humanist and a rationalist—he did not actually oppose the religious convictions that others had. However, he was frequently angered by superstitious and pseudoscientific beliefs that tried to pass themselves off as genuine science.

How to Celebrate National Science Fiction Day

Celebrating National Science Fiction Day can be a delightful way to have fun, to learn and to use the imagination. Weather celebrating on your own or getting some friends and family together, here are some ideas to get started on ways of celebrating this day:

Read Famous Works of Science Fiction

While Asimov was one of the most prominent science fiction writers of the last century, fans usually like to show their appreciation to National Science Fiction Day by reading books from a whole variety of authors.

A list of some of these interesting authors might include:

Jules Verne Born in the mid-1800s, Verne was a French novelist and playwright, and his work made a huge impact on Europe especially as it has to do with science fiction. He is most well known for his books Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea (1870) and Around the World in Eighty Days (1873).

H.G. Wells This famous author lived from the mid-1800s to the mid-1900s and his unforgettable science fiction has been made into radio shows and modern movies, such as War of the Worlds (1898) and The Time Machine (1895).

Ray Bradbury A well known 20th century author, Bradbury wrote masterpiece novels that inspired a variety of sci-fi writers and creators that would come after him. He wrote Fahrenheit 451 (1953) and The Martian Chronicles (1950).

Kurt Vonnegut This creative postmodern writer was a science fiction creative whose works were also hailed as strong works in the literary category as well. His books include titles such as Player Piano (1952) and Slaughterhouse Five (1959).

Watch Some Science Fiction Movies

For those who are less inclined to reading but still want to celebrate the day, a great way to enjoy National Science Fiction Day is by having a movie marathon. Grab a few friends and some snacks, or go it on your own. Whichever film is chosen, purely classic or distinctly modern, it’s sure to pay homage to National Science Fiction Day.Some of these are even parts of a series of films that could be binge-watched in honor of the day:

Alien (1979) by Ridley Scott One of the most famous works of sci-fi horror cinema of all time, Alien is about how “in space, no one can hear you scream” and how a close encounter of the third kind becomes a Jaws-style nightmare when an alien invades a spacecraft. Sigourney Weaver and Tom Skerritt star in this film that went on to have five more in the series over the next 30 years, as well as a variety of spinoffs.

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) by Stanley Kubrick In cooperation with Arthur C. Clarke, Kubrick wrote the story about a sentient computer, HAL, and a voyage to the planet Jupiter. This story is especially well known for its scientific accuracy related to space travel.

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (2005) by Garth Jennings What would happen if someone discovered that their friend was actually an alien sent to earth to write a universal guidebook just before the planet is destroyed? That’s the premise of this book. Mere seconds before the Earth is to be demolished by an alien construction crew, journeyman Arthur Dent is swept off the planet by his friend Ford Prefect, a researcher penning a new edition of “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.”

Blade Runner (1982) by Ridley Scott Another fan favorite, this film is based on the novel by Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Harrison Ford plays a space cop who comes to terms with his own understanding of what it means to be human. Blade Runner 2049 is a sequel starring Ryan Gosling and Harrison Ford that was made in 2017.

Listen to Science Fiction Themed Music

Throw on some CDs from sci-fi movie soundtracks to get the vibe going. Or, create a playlist on Spotify, Pandora or another favorite music hosting platform. Here are a few songs to get started with that National Science Fiction Playlist:

You’re Full of Stars by Max Richter (2021) This song from “Invasion” is perfect for space travel themed films and books.

Ripples in the Sand by Hans Zimmer (2021) From the modern remake of the 1965 film “Dune”, this song was made using newly created hybrid instruments to give the music an other-worldly sound, relying especially heavily on percussion, strings and celestial female voices.

Almost Human by Lauren Daigle (2017) The soundtrack from sequel Blade Runner 2049 features this soulful piece. The song also gives a little nod to the 2013 Fox television sci-fi series of the same name.

Ultimatum by Johann Johannsson (2016) An ethereal piece that provides suspense and drama as the listener imagines the tension from the film Arrival which stars Amy Adams and Jeremy Renner.

Throw a Science Fiction Theme Party

Get those friends and family members who are sci-fi fans together and host a gathering that honors all things related to National Science Fiction Day. Decorate with space themed items, play some of the music mentioned above, and be sure to have guests dress up as their favorite science fiction character.

A super fun part of a Science Fiction Party is creating a menu around the theme. Get started with some of these ideas for snacks, drinks and desserts:

Captain Nemo This drink pays heed to Jules Verne’s Nautilus captain from 20,000 leagues under the sea. It is made using fresh lemon juice, guava and raspberry puree, Ting (a Jamaican soft drink flavored with grapefruit juice) and Clement sirop de canne (a spiced sugar cane syrup.

Noodle Bar Giving a nod to the Blade Runner film (mentioned above), noodles have been eaten in several space films and shows over the years, including Almost Human, Battlestar Galactica, Cowboy Bebop, Prometheus and The Fifth Element.

Gingerbread Wookiee Cookies Everyone’s favorite Wookiee, Chewbacca, is featured here by simply altering a gingerbread cookie form slightly. Make some marks on the pre-baked cookie dough to symbolize the fur. Then, once the cookies are baked, use a piping bag to make an icing face and bandolier.

Alien Themed Snacks A variety of different types of treats can be turned into aliens or creatures from outer space. Try decorating cupcakes with green ice cream and just one eye in the middle. Or dye popcorn balls green, shape them into alien heads and create faces with black licorice cutouts.

National Science Fiction Day should be a time to stop and appreciate every author who has ever created a memorable character and even entire worlds. So, whichever author happens to be the favorite, be sure to pay some extra attention to them on that day!

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title : minazuki [5:stray cat] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, romance, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary: In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: language, kind of manipulative!y/n, mentions of death, manga spoilers, sleeping problems, mild mentions of cannibalism (brief), unfair system (?), satoru has a weird moment (idk what to call it) Notes: still amazed by how people are still curious about this story but ily all sm hehe thanks for the support kith kith! (not beta’d as always gudbye)

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Chapter summary A tidal shift, one that’ll affect you. Meanwhile, you and Satoru are meeting a bit too frequently that he can’t seem to turn away as much as before.

You hadn’t heard from Megumi and Satoru in two days.

Although you’re sure that Satoru is fine, god knows it would take more than a lost finger to kill him, you were more worried for Megumi who hadn’t even answered your call nor texted you. The six-eyed shaman came in time, didn’t he? Whatever had happened with the lost finger wasn’t probably as drastic as you thought it would be, right? You stare at your plate for a fleeting moment, the vegetables, rice, and meat looking unappetizing since agonizing thoughts about the young boy and how he was fairing started to pile up.

It also didn’t help that this was something that involved Sukuna Ryomen, a person that was apparently connected to your past and the first user. Your grandmother had hinted that the curse had probably some minor involvement in your family. After all, he was considered a feared and high individual to jujutsu sorcerers at that time. A part of you hypothesized that the monster might’ve clashed or better yet, might’ve eaten your ancestor. He was known to be cannibalistic and had apparently feasted on his enemies during his reign of terror, may it be curses or humans alike. Anything with flesh, basically.

The thought mildly bothered you that you found yourself not being able to escape from such thoughts. If Sukuna Ryomen could come back to life, would he recognize you despite suppressing your amounts of cursed energy? The most probable scenario would be another death flag on your head if he had resurrected. Another thing that you didn’t need.

You pick on your meat with the chopsticks, taking one pint-size bite before washing it down with a glug of water.

Being in the unknown always brought certain dread on your part, you always had to be cognizant of the cards being put on the table. Even if it was a little piece of information or something as drastic as a shift. It was like that one saying in the book you’ve read as a child, one that the populous coined as the butterfly effect, ‘how the light fluttering of butterfly wings can cause unpredictable consequences and may lead to large-scale phenomena's,’ it’s one you’ve remembered so well and one that taught you to always stay one step ahead of everything to prevent and deter unwanted events.

Hana, who was standing behind you, looked mildly solicitous the whole time since she kept glancing your way every few seconds. Ever since you had come home that night and your trip had been cut short, you barely did any of your usual day to day activities. Another round of rumors started to escalate in the estate that you were depressed about the trip and that your husband had stopped paying attention to you, another side kept pressing that apparently it was the pregnancy blues. The young maid, on the other hand, thinks you’re mad at her for the stunt she pulled which was letting you and Satoru stay in one room, “Y/N-san?” she hesitantly calls out to you yet you're so far up your head that you don’t even hear her calling out your name, “Y-Y/N-san?” she repeats.

Your eyes darted away from your food and towards the young girl who was looking at you with crestfallen eyes, “Is the food not good enough? Would you like me to send it back to the chef?” she asked, you notice the reluctance in her tone and her shaking hands as if she was jittery about certain things. The corner of your mouth quirks up, trying to appease her that you weren’t irate about anything at all.

“You look like you haven't eaten much either, Hana.” You kindly spoke, placing the chopsticks down next to you, “Come, I think the reason why I’m not able to enjoy food is because you’re standing behind me and looking at me as if I’m some kind of vulture ready to pounce.”

“Oh,” her eyes went round at your choice of words, sheepishly, her gaze shifts down to her feet, trying to pry away from your tender eyes, “I couldn’t do that, Y/N-sa-”

“I insist.” You ushered, standing up so that you could pull a chair out for her, “Come on, sit down.”

The young girl gulps and hesitantly sits next to you as you call in another maid to set a place up next to you. Hana looks down at the expensive chinaware, one that probably cost more than her years worth of salary combined then at you who started putting food on her plate, “Y/N-sama...” she tries to say, ears turning red in embarrassment that the high lady of the Gojo Clan was serving her a meal.

“I enjoyed the trip.” you cut her off, trying to diminish her worries. It was technically not a lie since Sendai was as beautiful as described to you. It may not have been the partner you wanted to be with but Satoru was more or less cooperative and actually bearable throughout the whole trip, you were even able to learn something new about your husband because of Hana’s little scheme, “Satoru-sama and I had a wonderful time thanks to you.”

“Huh,” she blinks, not expecting those words from you at all. She was expecting you to scold her that she tried to pull that one off but you didn’t seem mad about it, “I...I’m really glad, I thought you’d be mad…”

“Of course, I’m not...” you take note of her words and her expression, “But I am quite sad that the trip ended abruptly, that’s all…”

Her lips formed to a small O, her brows furrowing together as she nodded. Leaning in closer as she clasped her hands together, ready to lend an ear to listen to your problems. How sweet.

“And that’s why I ended up being quite worried for my husband,” You slowly began, if your husband wasn’t going to call you, you might as well gather information elsewhere. For the most part, you’re sure that Gojo Satoru doesn’t want to talk business with you. The man liked to keep the grisly details of his work away from you since he thought you couldn’t stomach it. Add the fact he might find it uncanny if his wife, one who hadn’t even done field work or practiced jujutsu would suddenly poke around his business, “You see, he hasn’t called since that night.”

Hana’s brows furrowed together when she heard your harrowing tone and started chewing on her bottom lip, that was why you looked very disconnected these past few days! You were worried for your husband, “Y/N-sama,” she fervently broadcasts, “You should’ve told me earlier! I have a cousin who works under one of the elders.”

You knew this, that’s precisely one of the reasons why you had hired her in the first place.

“Really?” you hesitantly replied, starting to chew on your bottom lip. It was quite easy to coax and appeal to the young girl’s sympathy with just a few honeyed words and dulcet tones, “Hana, I couldn’t exactly impose on you to do something like that-”

Hana immediately shakes her head and leans in closer, “Don’t worry, Y/N-sama. I wouldn’t want to keep you worried. You’ve been down in the dumps and keeping the other maids and workers worried as well.” she earnestly interjected.

It seemed like things were in favor for you after all and being worried for Megumi had it’s advantages.

“Oh no,” you faltered, sounding apologetic, face contorted to a deprecatory expression, “I didn’t mean to make anyone worry at all…”

“It’s absolutely normal,” she justified, her eyes filled with vigor and enthusiasm in attempts to comfort you, as if whatever your feeling was heard and taken into account, “I can call in my cousin, Y/N-sama. He’s actually one of those people who is very much interested in yours and Satoru-sama’s story. You didn’t hear it from me but apparently one of the elders in the Gojo Clan was ousted after um…” Her voice drops to a hushed tone. She starts making an awkward facial expression as if she didn’t want to say what had happened out loud and what she was about to share was confidential.

You tilt your head to the side, quick at picking up what she meant. You didn’t know that. He didn’t tell you that he had dismissed an elder on your part. You weren’t even aware that he knew what had happened during that time. The sudden revelation makes you take a deep breath, your hands drop on top of the expensive mahogany table and slowly drum on the hard surface as you carefully asses what to say next, “I haven’t heard of that…” you truthfully voiced, pretending to sound disinterested but subtly, you were urging the young girl to tell you more.

You knew how hard it would be to do that sort of exertion. In fact, removing an elder of a clan was considered to be quite the move since they were considered to be senior individuals and second-in-commands in case something were to happen. One’s that the head of the clan apparently needed to keep the smaller clans under it in check, it was like severing important connections beneath it, so doing such things haphazardly made your head throb as you promptly tried to run over the list of notions you could pull out of your knowledge.

Gojo Satoru may go around and acclaim himself to be a panjandrum but people were always needed to keep the power balance in check within the clan.

“Oh, Y/N-sama…” the young girl began, starting to explain what had happened, her eyes sparkling as she started gossiping about what had gone down that time, her hands gesticulating frantically as she tries to get point across, “We didn’t know how Satoru-sama knew about such things either! You ordered everyone after all to keep a tight lip regarding what had happened that day but my cousin had told me Satoru-sama came into a meeting with the high council and had one of the elders of the Gojo Clan dismissed on the grounds of insubordination and exploitation of you, the one and only lady…”

Hana catches her breath after finishing the rather lengthy statement yet you try to remain unfazed about the whole ordeal, your mouth twists to a faux smile as you hold out your hand to reach hers, “Hana, thank you for telling me.” you imparted, holding her rough hands on your softer ones, “I- honestly, with what’s been going on between me and him, it’s been quite the messy situation but after hearing that. I’m at ease.”

The young girl holds onto your hand tightly, “Don’t worry, Y/N-sama.” she emitted, “I’ll be sure to tell you what’s been going on around there. Everything.”

The saccharine coated smile never disappears as you continue on with your front, “Thank you, it’s nice to know I have someone I can count on.” you expressed, bestowing your humble gratitude upon her.

Yet despite Hana’s cooperativeness, another question is directed towards your husband. Why had he done this? Better yet, why hadn’t he even told you? Even if it was an agreement between the both of you that you’d be under his protection, going through such lengths and even keeping it a secret was too much even for his part.

You might have to withhold this information until you’re well aware of his intentions, Satoru may have some sort of savior complex but he and you were not on those terms nor in that same line of vision yet.

You feel your breath hitch as your fingers slowly reach for your right ear, tugging the lobe as you watched Hana enjoy her meal and continue to gush on and on about how both you and Satoru were such a pair that might change the outlook of arranged marriages and how bridal markets were in this world yet your mind is elsewhere.

The thought of it being something as genuine kindness would be something else.

Kindness.

The sudden warmth of where he had touched you is felt on your fingertips.

What were you even thinking?

Satoru meant to call home after Itadori Yuuji had collapsed in his arms that night but it had escaped his mind when the council started clamoring and asking for questions, there was a massive influx of panic and chaos as soon as it reached their ears that someone a normal human had eaten the cursed finger of Sukuna Ryomen and lived to tell the tale.

Of course, it ended with him in front of loathsome and detestable individuals along with a long argument as to why the young boy needed to be disposed of immediately, “Shouldn’t you be thinking of your wife as well in this situation?” a very familiar elder barked, wasn’t he the same man who tried to use you last time during Yuta’s execution? This man sure had the audacity to care about your well-being now, “This boy may turn to a menace! He will rape and slaughter anything on his path! Leaving no stone unturned! He’ll not even leave your wife alone if he knows of her existence after what you did to him!”

Satoru’s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses, his lips drawing back in a snarl at the old man’s choice of words. After catching wind of what these old men had tried to pull towards you, they ought to be thankful that you were a nice person who didn’t like talking about your troublesome past. Unlike you who seemed to bow down to the system, Satoru, on the other hand, wasn’t as good-natured, he didn’t want to pull his punches after that short trip that you two had and after seeing you on the floor, expression downtrodden and in shock. The fear etched on your face whilst you slept. It laid a mark, one he’ll never forget. You, His wife, one who had always paraded with empty eyes and faux expressions, one who had made him mildly uneasy because of that, had looked like you’d seen a ghost. One that haunted you and had you on the choke-hold.

“Bold of you to assume I can’t protect my wife,” he bellows, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, recounting that time they tried to use you for leverage, “I advise you to keep your nose out of her business, after that stunt you tried to pull during Okkotsu’s execution, you know what’ll happen if you keep throwing her name around carelessly.”

The elder looks away from the shaman, not wanting to hear what else he has to say. Good, he was dumbstruck. He better keep your name away from his mouth, “Now, I believe we can come to the agreement that we need the boy. There’s no guarantee after all we can ever find someone in reach to be Sukuna’s vessel.” he dictated. After hearing what Megumi wanted last night for his new-found acquaintance, he’s on a mission to follow his student’s well-wishes and achieve the dream that he wants for the future, Itadori Yuuji won’t die today. He’ll live to see another day and Gojo Satoru will make sure he’ll never step foot on an execution platform ever.

“You can’t keep going around-” another one tries to bark back at him, fucking dogs.

“You know what I’m capable of.” he cuts him off, unhinged eyes staring down at each old man in the room, the sudden color of their faces are drained as they look at those spine chilling sapphiric eyes, ones that wouldn’t hesitate to commit a bloody mayhem, “And you know I won’t hesitate. So let Itadori Yuuji eat all those twenty fingers before you execute him.” he asserted.

The room is reduced to stillness, the threatening words sinking right in their bones. All of them are well-aware that the shaman isn’t exactly spouting out baseless threats.

One old man stands up, trying to pacify the whole situation, “I believe the six-eyes has a point.” he averred, “I’m sure we can make use of the child, either ways, it’s not exactly a bad solution given our situation as of late. If he tries to run or gets out of line, it’ll be easy to cut his head off since we now have a body that's insubstantial and disposable.”

Hushed whispers broke out of the room, some relatively agreeing but most were still hesitant. They’re a bunch of cowards in Satoru’s perspective, idiots who aren’t able to comprehend this situation. His gaze shifts to Yoshinobu Gakuganji who's looking unamused on the side and refuses to say anything out loud, Satoru takes note that he might be a problem to be dealt with later on, he might even try to visit you again like last time, “Then I believe we can come down to a compact.” The same older man dictated, “Itadori Yuuji’s execution is delayed…for the time being…”

The meeting is over and Satoru is on his way out, the sound of his footsteps echoing the empty place. An injured Megumi is standing there and leaning against the wooden surface, looking at his phone with a perplexed expression, “What’s got your face in a twist?” The shaman’s tone is changed to a more lax and playful one, his shoulders are now more relaxed as he accompanies the young boy.

“Y/N-san tried to call, she even texted just now.” he enunciated, raising his phone to show him the text message, “Didn’t you call her?”

Satoru stares at the young boy for a moment, it seemed like he was smart enough not to answer because he’s well-aware that if he did, you’d be asking if he had any injuries and that would get the both of them in trouble, “Don’t answer her until you’re fully recovered.” he stated, snatching the phone from the young one’s grasp and putting it in Megumi’s pockets, ignoring the prying expression that he was giving him. The pair starts walking down the long hallways side by side, “I’m trying to fix some things with her and I don’t want another argument for a moment.” he added.

The raven-haired boy directs his gaze towards his mentor, eyebrows raised, and green eyes laced with nosiness, “Sensei,” the boy paused for a definite moment, contemplating the next few words, “Do you seriously think that me being injured would start an argument between you two?” It sounded funny when Megumi said it out loud and usually the older shaman would laugh at that sort of thing, after all, he had never envisioned hiding such things like this to his wife.

“She seems to like you more than me.” It may sound like a joke but in all fairness, it wasn’t a lie.

“But aren’t you married?”

The pair is silent for a moment as soon as Megumi lets go of those words, Satoru wasn’t in the mood to get down on the deep and complex relationship you two had and why it didn’t seem to work out very well at first. Other than the fact that he bought you something Megumi isn't entirely aware of it delved deeper than some sort of just opposing thoughts and small arguments, you and him were both raised differently with different outlooks and privileges and it was hard to find common ground in the beginning because of that, “It’s complicated.” he simply disclosed, “You’ll understand when you get older. Marriage is more than love and affection after all in this society.”

Megumi ended up being more confused, why was marriage even different here? He knew it was an arrangement but wouldn’t people usually end up loving their spouses either way because of vows and such?

“Don’t think too much of it.” Satoru calls him out as if he was reading his thoughts, stopping in his tracks and turning to him, Megumi following suit, “Even Y/N wouldn’t want you to think too much of it. In the end, she and I are making it work. That’s that.”

It doesn’t exactly appease the young boy’s growing curiosity between you two, “Now, if you’re done poking around my marriage. Yuuji’s case is solved.” Satoru revealed, placing his hands on his pocket as he started taking long strides yet again. Megumi’s eyes slightly widen as he matches his teacher’s pace.

“He’ll live.” Satoru finished, “We’ll find those twenty fingers and he’ll eat each of them.”

Megumi looks quite disheartened at the bargain that they had to come about with, Yuuji was an innocent guy who had a life ahead of him and because of his incompetence, he got dragged into this mess. Satoru is well-aware of that look and is quick to find a solution for him, “You should tell Y/N about that part.” he suddenly advised, “Bring Yuuji next time too. I bet she’d love him.”

“What?”

“She’s a good listener.” Satoru lazily shrugged, looking ahead of him and not even bothering to glance back at the boy next to him, “And you know how lonely she can get around the house because she’s not very, ah, outgoing as you recalled. When we get back to Tokyo and you’re all healed up, go give her a visit.”

The boy rightfully takes his mentor's rather surprising advice and does so.

When they’re all back in Tokyo, Megumi ends up in front of your doorstep. He’s rather skittish as he tries to tug his sleeves down since he hadn’t answered your calls or texts for the past week, after Yuuji’s matter had been settled and his dorms were already fixed up, and after they had picked up their new classmate by the station, Nobara Kugisaki, a girl who had a weird obsession with shopping and wanting to move around Tokyo too much. He’s right here and uninjured.

Satoru had advised him that it would be best if Megumi had been the one to tell you what had happened so far. A warm-up as he’d like to say. The boy thinks he’s being used as a scape-goat and although he wants to argue with his teacher that he was being absurd and he was overreacting, he ends up biting back his tongue.

“Megumi?” Your eyes are glossed with worry, hands pressed together on top of your expensive silk yukata, altruistic eyes, ones that held no ire behind them, staring right at his transparent and trusting green ones, “You didn’t answer my call. I thought Satoru-sama came too late and you got heavily injured.”

“I’m fine, Y/N-san.” He mumbles, ears turning hot in embarrassment that he had made you worry like this. It’s been so long since he felt someone looking out for him, Tsumiki would usually end up scolding him if he ever went back home in a very rough state and he’s getting that sort of treatment from you, someone who he had just known for a year and wasn’t even related by blood, “Just...a lot happened…”

Your brows are drawn together as you take in his words. Hana had informed you of the harsh events that had transpired during this past week but judging by the young boy’s avoidance and reluctance of the topic and how he seemed to be dancing around it, he seemed to be blaming himself for it, “You know,” you trailed off, “I made something with Hana earlier, you might want to sit down and try it with me since Satoru-sama might not be home again.”

Megumi clears his throat, “He says he’ll try to come home today. He’s just trying to help Itadori out.”

“Itadori?” you feigned ignorance. Hana had narrated just last night that there had been an ordinary human being who had foolishly consumed a finger of the cursed monster and was able to walk it off as if it was nothing, unknowingly becoming a vessel. Your husband had been kind enough to save him from his death sentence. You’re not even surprised by that action anymore, after the lengths he went to protect Okkotsu Yuta, you now viewed your husband as a man who seems to make it his mission to save every child at death’s door in this world.

You guessed being some man with a savior complex would let him do such things.

Yet you do end up wondering just how you were going to have to avoid the child that your husband had just saved, a piece of someone lies within him, one who may have been your family’s foe. One who may openly put a death flag on you if he starts to be well-aware of you.

“He-uh…” he paused, scratching his head, not entirely sure how he should word it out to you, “He ate a finger...Sukuna’s finger…”

“Ate?” you blinked, Megumi looks mildly displeased as he looks down at his feet. The leaves down there look more interesting rather than seeing your most likely disappointed expression.

“It was my fault, Y/N-san...He..he-” he tries to find the right words to explain the situation to you, looking just as lost.

“Come on,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear him beat himself up for it, “It seemed like you had a rough week. I see that’s why you couldn’t call me back.”

Megumi looks up, your back already facing him, “I...sorry about that, Y/N-san.” he apologized once again, tips of his ears flushed.

“Those Doarayaki’s I made aren’t going to eat themselves. You can tell me whatever you want but on one condition.” The young raven-haired trails behind you, taking his shoes off, as he’s confused by the sudden request, “...Don’t blame yourself, Megumi.” you turn to him, it’s a tone that he’s mildly familiar with since you had used the same one when you both had met last year during the time when Tsumiki had suddenly fallen into a coma.

“Right.”

“It’s never right for a child to burden himself with things like that, after all.” you necessitated, walking ahead of him in a slow pace, leaving him there with his own thoughts. Megumi feels his chest turn lighter when you say those words. He’s entirely sure that he’d definitely feel lost without you around here.

It’s late again on that same day.

You’re on your way back to your room. The lights on the hallways are dim when you find your husband standing there, just about to re-enter his room. Tired oceanic blue eyes staring at you and faint eye bags underneath it, signaling that he might’ve had a very long week like the boy earlier. There's a towel laying on top of his head, probably to dry his silvery-wet hair.

“Still can’t sleep?” he yawns, as he starts ruffling his hair with the cotton towel.

The first conversation you both had since that moment in the car and since you had known what he did. You lick your dry lips, balling your fists tight. For the first time, anxiety is eating you up as you try to pick up on the next few words, “Just the usual.” you breathed. He’s nonchalant as always and back to being unreadable, your thoughts about him jumbled up like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle in a box. A part of you thought you’d known him better but now that he’s in front of you, it’s thrown out the window again.

Yet you couldn’t be mad nor lash out at him, this time.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His smile is lazy and relaxed, your gaze suddenly averted elsewhere, not sure on how to respond to that, “Want me to sit on the floor and keep you company again?”

“You’ve probably been awake on most days.” you cleared your throat, “Megumi told me...you picked up another stray cat…”

“Ah,” he nods, continuing with his ministrations on his hair. It’s mildly bothering you that a fully-grown man can’t even dry his hair properly, “I did, he’s adorable. Bright kid. Pink hair. Likes Jennifer Lawrence a bit too much.” he stops mid-action as he tells you more about Itadori Yuuji, you didn’t bother to cut him off and continued to listen to what he had to say. Satoru keeps tabs on how you listen to each of his words despite you probably knowing all this from Megumi.

“He’s a different case from Okkotsu-kun.” your lips pursed together, the council wouldn’t obviously let this one live, “Aren’t you just...prolonging his agony?”

“You have a soft spot for kids who are on death’s door, don’t you?” Your husband mused, recalling that time when you held him back when Okkotsu Yuta was facing the same predicament. It’s strange but he thinks it’s due to your kind-heartedness and how you can’t seem to turn away on things like that despite it being frowned upon by many.

He was about to return to toweling his hair yet you pluck it away from his grasp, making his face contort to a muddled expression.

“Because they’re kids.” You simply replied, when deep down you related to them. The feeling of having to knock on death's door at such a young age, the feeling that you weren’t supposed to exist and that you weren’t supposed to be here, “And you dry your hair terribly. It’s bothering me.”

A silent laugh comes out of his lips as you call out his habit out yet you ignore him and simply motion him into his room, “Come on, sit down. I’ll do it for you.” you lilted. The shaman blinks at the innocence of your tone and how unbothered you seem to be when you freely enter his room.

He trails behind you, glancing at how your bare feet lightly pats on the floor. The graceful manner of walking never leaves his line of sight along with how your nightie rides up and the haori does nothing to even cover the naked flesh that he sees. At times, Satoru forgets how maidenly pure you are. That you were unaware of these unsullied things despite the confidence you showed towards him.

“I’ll sit on the floor,” Satoru mumbles and before you could even protest that he shouldn’t be doing such things again, he sits down near the edge of his bed. The air feels different than before, maybe it was your uneasiness because of what you’ve come to know earlier this past week or maybe it was because things have been different between you two these days. He seems to have trusted you more while you were still in the middle, wondering, waiting, for him to betray you along with the small voice telling you that this was simply short-lived. You clutch the towel on your hand tighter as you carefully shuffle towards him and sit behind him in the comforts of his warm duvet.

Your husband feels your soft fingertips brush his damp hair as you rake your fingers through it, the cozy action making him sleepier, “You’ll destroy your hair with this.” You tenderly start to pat his hair with the towel.

“Hm.” he hummed in reply, leaning back, the feeling of your thighs and warm flesh was a new thing, one he didn’t seem to mind and you didn’t bother to complain either. Instead, you continue with what you were doing, “M’hair is perfectly fine.”

“Then you can do it-”

He suddenly takes a hold of your wrist, suddenly facing you, “Didn’t exactly tell you to stop though.” he utters, his azure eyes locking onto yours again.

Gingerly, he lets go and returns his gaze upfront while you chew on your bottom lip. The comfortableness and quietude of the room slowly sinking in as you readjust yourself to be able to dry his locks, “Hey Y/N?” he suddenly began, his voice low, probably because drowsiness was slowly overtaking him, “The council might try to get my ass for this again.”

“Don’t they always? Itadori-kun is just another excuse added to a long list.”

He lets out a mirthless laugh at your choice of words, typical, “I know,” he tries to blink the tiredness away, “I’m starting to feel quite bad for you, though. You’ve had…” He yawns, “Quite the hard time growing up, after all and now your husband is running around, doing things...a lot of things…”

“We’ve talked about this before.” you addressed, “Haven’t I told you that you won’t be losing either?”

“Good point.” he turns to you, once again, his head slowly bending down to rest on the edge of his bed, face mildly drowsy as he looks above him, “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re unguarded. Vulnerable. The council likes to keep bringing you up when I’m seeing them.” He starts listing reason after reason, saying the last one in displeasure as he recalls the last meeting he had with them and the one before that, “I might just end up actually losing you instead.”

Satoru isn’t sure why he had said that out loud but the idea of you suddenly disappearing didn’t sit right with him. He’s grown used to you, already. Whatever pattern or habit you seem to have had become a part of his life, seeing you at the dead of the night was one of those moments that he’s also grown accustomed to. Sitting down on the floor whilst you stayed on top wasn’t a problem either. Even your weird snapbacks and arguments as well.

It’s bizarre, you’ve unknowingly cemented yourself in his life already.

“You’ve grown soft.” you confessed, placing the towel down to your side, trying to maintain the tone in your voice, “As much as I appreciate the sudden concern, I’ll be fine.”

“You always say that even when you're not.” He takes his other hand to grab ahold of your wrist, “You have that reversed technique but I wonder just how many marks are placed here from repeatedly tightening your fists whenever you say that and lie to my face.”

“Back to assessing me?”

“No,” his hands start trailing upwards, tracing the outline of your hands where the nail marks used to be, “It’s just, I wish you’d sometimes stop looking at me like that.”

You're silent for a moment, his vague words making you hold your breath, a line appearing on your forehead as you try to assess his words, “Like what?”

“Like I’m the rest of them.” The room turns heavy as he addresses the crux of the matter head on, he doesn’t let go, instead, his rough fingers continues to linger on your flesh. You chew the insides of your cheek, your husband's unsettlingly calm gaze never leaving you as silence envelopes the room once again.

Your lips part to a small sigh as you lean in closer, placing a hand on top of his forehead to be able to check his temperature.

“The lack of sleep is getting to you.” you lied, ignoring the way your heart starts thumping fast at how honest your husband was becoming, “You’re saying things as if you didn’t call me a scheming bitch just a few months ago.” your words are harsh once again as you try to get him to snap back to your realities. Gojo Satoru isn’t like this, he doesn’t care. He’s not supposed to, at least to this extent.

Your husband lets out another round of breathless chuckle, “Right.” he acknowledged, “Right. Too much for a night?”

“No,” lies, lies, lies, his touch is burning on your skin just like the last time, “You’re just saying things out of character.”

“It seems like I’m not the one doing the little assessment after all.” He throws back your words from earlier, letting go of your hand. Immediately you pull it back and toss the towel at his face. Not even bothering anymore to reply because you didn’t know what to say. Your husband, as usual, doesn’t have his infinity on so it hits him right in the face, “Nice aim, Y/N.” He jokes as it falls to the bed. The moment was gone as soon as it came.

“Get some rest.” You ignored him as you slid out the comforts of his warm bed, the cold bare floor plunging you back to existence as you tried to erase what he had just said moments ago. Things were getting hard, he was making things too hard for you already.

“I will, if things aren’t going well again tonight, my door’s always open for you.”

You try to disregard his words as you shut the door behind you. Your grip on his door knob is tight. Something is lingering on your chest, guilt, most likely. Something you didn’t expect to feel towards him.

“You’re too soft.” Your grandmother’s words reverb in your memory, “Like a dog that keeps being loyal despite being kicked down by its owners, you still keep coming back.”

You let go of the door knob and place one hand on top of your head, lightly gripping on it, “Ha.” You huffed out, shutting your eyes tight. So many thoughts jumbled in your head, sometimes you wish for your mind to just shut up for a night and let you stop thinking.

The sound of the staff coming in and out, coupled by a good morning whenever they see the master of the Gojo Clan pass by them on the long and pristine hallways. The day is mundane like any other. Calls to answer here and there, paperwork most likely to be filled up later on, cute students to teach and tease during the lessons, and most likely, seeing you for dinner if he’s able to get off Yaga’s back and a little late night chat with you again you’re more or less likely wearing those revealing nighties again. He should really stop looking at you too much. Despite the rings that bound you, it wasn’t exactly agreed upon that you’d be helping and relieving him with his carnal desires.

The white-haired shaman continues walking down the long hallways, phone on one hand, toast on the other, as his brows are bunched up together in displeasure, it seemed like the day wasn’t going to be his usual routine at all This time, he’s tasked to go on a mission a bit further, probably even longer by the looks of it. He might not be able to take you to the Tanabata on the day itself.

He stops by the window, seeing you at the garden again despite it being only seven am. He scarfed down the last of his bread and walked out to your side, you don’t even bother looking up to him when he situates himself in front of you, “Good morning.” You greet, watering the Irises and the daisies, “I thought you left.”

“Decided to sleep in for a bit.” He bends down across you, the only thing separating you is the plot of plants in the middle, “Slept quite late last night after all.”

The events of last night lingers in his head for quite a bit but you seem unruffled by it as you continue with what you’re doing, “That’s good.” You finally look up, staring him in the eye, “What are you doing here then?”

“Tanabata might be cancelled. Mission.” He puts his phone up, slowly waving it in the air, “I know how much you were looking forward to it.”

“It’s fine,” you take the small shovel and start placing some fertilizer, you're calmer now. After that conversation last night, you’re more than aware that you shouldn’t think too much of it. If this was simply a phase, then it shall be. If he’s using you, then more or less it’s a good reason since you’ll most likely stop feeling that bothersome sentiment of guilt that was slowly eating your heart inside and out whenever he sits down in front of you, “This must be long then?”

“Probably,” he shoves the phone back in his pocket before he starts twirling and playing with the delicate flowers in front of him. You’re tempted to smack his hands away despite wearing your dirty gloves because you weren’t in the mood to have your little garden destroyed but you decided against it and let him continue on with what he was doing, “We can still go when I get back. It usually lasts until August anyways.”

“Okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?”

Your husband presses his lips into a thin line, something felt off about you. It was as if you were distancing yourself from him again, “Right,” He settled, “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Y/N.”

When he leaves you to your own devices, you cut down a dead leaf and another and another, the heavy feeling on your chest is still there.

Emotions such as guilt, are at times, the most hardest thing to get rid of. They are truly dreadful when they start latching onto you like those weeds growing on the ground. They tap into your senses, leaving you in despair until your death bed. Probably even more so when you’re being judged in the afterlife.

You take off your garden gloves and toss it to the side. The prickling sun slowly shows itself towards you, signifying another mundane and boring day.

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My 2017 reading list

Every year, I make a list of the things I read – books, long articles, graphic novels – and share them. Hopefully, you will find something interesting to read here and expand your mind.

To make it easier in case you don’t like one type of reading, I created sections for each type of reading and then listed in the order I read them.

BOOKS

The Healing of America: A Global Quest for Better, Cheaper, and Fairer Health Care by T.R. Reid

Does a wealthy country have an ethical obligation to provide access to health care for everybody? Do we want to live in a society that lets tens of thousands of our neighbors die each year, and hundreds of thousands face financial ruin, because they can’t afford medical care when they’re sick? This, of course, is the “first question” that Professor William Hsiao asks whenever he reviews a country’s health care system. And on this question, too, every developed country except the United States has reached the same conclusion: Everybody should have access to medical care. – Pg. 242

Though the question comes near the end of the book, it is researched throughout. Reid looks at the different models used around the world – Bismark, Beveridge, National Health Insurance, Out-of-pocket. If you want to understand health care, you should read this. You will learn there are very good, working models around the world that the United States could use or adapt so everyone has access to care.

Quiet by Susan Cain

There’s a reason this book is a best seller. It provides new insights into introverts and can also be beneficial to extroverts to learn about and understand their friends, family, and coworkers.

Pay Any Price: Greed, Power and Endless War by James Risen

Most of what Risen writes about was not new to me. I had read the stories in other books, newspapers and magazines. By, if you want to know what goes on in Washington, D.C., you need to read this book. It covers everything the United States government has done wrong since 9/11 and shines a light on the many abuses of power of the American government under the cloak of “providing security” and making American safer.

Red Notice: A True Story of High Finance, Murder, and One Man’s Fight for Justice by Bill Browder

One of the best books I read this year. I could hardly wait to get home from work each day to continue reading the book.

There are two stories here. First is Sergei Magnitsky’s life and death and second is the corruption and murder in Vladimir Putin’s Russia.

Browder recounts his journey to becoming the founder and CEO of Hermitage Capital Management, the largest foreign investor in Russia until 2005. When his lawyer, Sergei Magnitsky, was murdered in prison for uncovering hundreds of millions of dollars in fraud by officials in the Russian government, Browder became vocal about human rights abuses in the country.

Actually, I’m surprised Browder made it out alive.

America’s First Great Eclipse: How scientists, tourists, and the Rocky Mountain eclipse of 1878 changed Astronomy forever by Steve Ruskin

I interviewed Ruskin before the solar eclipse that passed through Nebraska on Aug. 21, 2017.

As easy read that can be accomplished in a day or two, the book discusses the solar eclipse of 1878, including emerging technologies that allowed scientists to better view the sun as well as citizen scientists helping out and the sheer joy surrounding the event.

It’s only $8.99. Pick up a copy and lose yourself in the joy of a total solar eclipse.

Planck: Driven by vision, Broken by War by Brandon R. Brown

Max Planck is considered the father of quantum theory. He was good friends with Albert Einstein. And he was German. Planck stayed in Germany after World War II broke out. He spent his life fighting the fact that he did not think as his government did, but was compelled to remain in the country.

I get a lot of book recommendations from the science and history subreddits on Reddit. This one was highly recommended. However, I found myself slogging through the book, feeling like I had to finish it because I bought it. It was a chore that needed to be done.

There is no doubt. Planck is an influential scientist and more should be known of him. If you’re a fan of Planck, this will probably be a fun and interesting read. It just didn’t do anything for me.

They Fought Like Demons: Women Soldiers in the Civil War by DeAnne Blanton and Lauren M. Cook

I think I read too much because a lot of these stories I already knew.

The book covers a part of Civil War history that isn’t covered nearly enough – that of the women who fought in the war. Hundreds of women fought in the war by disguising themselves as men. The book explores their reasons for enlisting, and staying, as well as their combat experiences and what their fellow soldiers thought of them.

Each of the women in the book could have biographies of their own. Some probably would, if they had been men.

A well-researched book on a topic not many people know about.

Paper Tiger: An Old Sportswriter’s Reminiscences of People, Newspapers, War, and Work by Stanley Woodward

https://www.amazon.com/Paper-Tiger-Sportswriters-Reminiscences-Newspapers/dp/0803259611

I really enjoyed this book. I’m not a big fan of sportswriting and I don’t read much of it today, but this book is so much more than that. Woodward is considered one of, if not the, best sports editor to have ever held the position in America. Throughout the book, he discusses the problems within a newspaper, many of which still plague the industry today.

One day, toward the end of my vacation in 1955, I received a letter from Mr. Welsh, my managing editor. He said that I was a wonderful operator but that my salary was too high for the News and therefore I was fired. I can’t say I was terribly distressed, for I wanted to get North not only because I hated the South but also because I was afraid one of my girls might marry a Floridian. God knows enough of them were hanging around the house. – Pg. 261

It doesn’t make any difference to me what happens to the newspaper business; that is, it doesn’t make any difference to me economically. But I can’t bear the thought of a general newspaper collapse. For I still believe what Nick Skerrett told me when I was a cub reporter – “The American newspaper is the greatest institution in the world.” – Pg. 286

Woe is I by Patricia T. O’Conner

Need to brush up on your grammar? Check out this book. I’m still probably never going to get the “that vs. which” thing right. But that’s why I have a copy editor.

Walking with the Wind: A Memoir of the Movement by John Lewis

https://www.amazon.com/Walking-Wind-Movement-John-Lewis/dp/1476797714/

Senator John Lewis recalls his life and journey to Washington, D.C. It is an important story about the Civil Rights Movement and one everyone should read.

“There is an old African proverb: ‘When you pray, move your fee.’ As a nation, if we cre for the Beloved Community, we must move out feet, our hands, our hearts, our resources to build and not to tear down, to reconcile and not to divide, to love and not to hate, to heal and not to kill. In the final analysis, we are one people, one family, one house – the American house, the American family.” – Pg. 503

Extract from a Diary of Rear-Admiral by Sir George Cockburn

https://archive.org/details/extractfromadia00cockgoog

Another recommendation from Reddit.

The full title is a mouthful: Excerpt from Extract From a Diary of Rear-Admiral Sir George Cockburn: With Particular Reference to Gen. Napoleon Buonaparte, on Passage From England to St. Helena, in 1815, on Board H. M. S. Northumberland, Bearing the Rear-Admiral’s Flag.

This manuscript was found in Cockburn’s own handwriting among his other writings. It was published due to its intrinsic value to history about the late career of a soldier.

Cockburn was there when the White House was burned and was chosen to escort Napoleon to Saint Helena for exile. Though Cockburn would later die at Saint Helena, this is his journal of the voyage there.

Minatare Memories: A Historical Account of the Tabor-Minatare Community of Western Nebraska by the Minatare Historical Committee.

A history of Minatare, Nebraska. I came across some ladies documenting the history of Minatare. They planned to write a book when they were finished, charging only what it cost to have it printed. I wrote an article about them. Then, I wrote another when the book came out. U.S. News and World Report picked up my story. I didn’t plan on it, but I’m on page 139.

After printing, the ladies noticed a few typos and they received even more information than what they had. I know how that feels.

Black Hills Doc 1892-1945 by C.W. Hargens, M.D., Edited, by D.M. Hargens-Hallsted.

This is the story of an instrumental figure in the history of Hot Springs, South Dakota. D.M. Hargens-Hallsted, or as I know her, Dorothy Waldren, brings her grandfather’s story to life.

This is a great and easy read to learn about how life was along the frontier. It tells the story of Dr. Hargens from his early life in the Missouri Valley teaching to becoming a doctor to settling in Hot Springs where he helped transform the city.

Tales in the book include his thoughts on how women should be treated and the “discipline” men received when women were bullied, a run in with Calamity Jane and enforcing the use of masks in public during the Influenza epidemic of 1918.

A novel feature of Kidney Park was a contribution box, urging patrons to drop a coin in order that good works might be carried on. The box was attended daily by the Chief of Police; we overlooked no possible source of contributions, even to having the night cop sit on a chair observing the late night comings and goings from certain establishments, a report culminating in an early morning call for a donation or perhaps an invitation to leave town on the next train. – Pg. 141

These dances by the Indians, with shuffling feet and synchronous movements and the songs in a plaintive monotone, brought to the sympathetic viewer visions of a western scene never to be forgotten but later to be tarnished by the restrictions and degradation of reservation life. – Pg. 144

The Battle of Wounded Knee had occurred on the Pine ridge Agency in December of 1890 and was a massacre of Indians by the Seventh Cavalry. The Indians’ presence there was attributed to the Custer massacre, the current Messiah craze among the Sioux and the mistreatment of Big foot’s band by the whites. The Indian warriors wore “ghost shirts” which they had been told would magically protect them against the bullets of the white man. Victims of this fallacy were buried in their shirts except for a few shirts taken as souvenirs by those handling the bodies. – Pg. 146

I have always admired the Indians use of his environment; the religious and moral convictions which abhorred waste of any part of the animals he hunted, particularly the buffalo; his early use of the horse, his reverence of the Black Hills as an abode of the ruling spirits of his people. Any white man who claims superiority to the Indian because the Indian was defeated by an advanced armament is deluded. White men in no way, mentally, morally or physically are superior to the Indian. We defeated them only because of the “advantages” of a more developed science.- – Pg. 188

The Indian believed profoundly in silence, the sign of perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of the body, mind and spirit. The man who preserves his silence ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence, not a ripple on the shining surface of the pool, not a leaf stirring on the tree, that man, in the mind of the unlettered safe, is in the ideal attitude and conduct of life. – Pg. 188

This is a fascinating read. If you’d like a copy, the best way would be to call Dobby’s Frontier Town and they can put you in touch with Dorothy. Alternatively, you can pay way too much for it on Amazon.

This Blessed Earth: A Year in the Life of an American Family Farm by Ted Genoways

Genoways follows Rick Hammond and his family from harvest to harvest where they raise cattle and crops on Hammond’s wife’s fifth-generation homestead in York County, Nebraska. The book goes back and forth between the struggles of the Hammond family and the future of family farming to the history which got us here.

As the family fights to keep their operation afloat, they must deal with a myriad of issues, including the Keystone XL pipeline and the ever-increasing demands of security precautions put into place from DuPont Pioneer for the transportation and planting of seed to the ultimate harvest.

Far from an isolated refuge beyond the reach of global events, the family farm is increasingly at the crossroads of emerging technologies and international detente.

If there’s one thing I learned from this book, it’s that I don’t ever want to be a farmer. If you know nothing about corn, soybeans, and modern farming in Nebraska, this is the book you want to read. Genoways weaves the Hammonds story into complex issues without ever making the reader feel overwhelmed with information.

When I finish reading a book, I usually pass it on to others. I’m keeping this one and recommending you all go get your own copy.

Longer readings

The Things by Peter Watts Have you seen the movie “The Thing” and wondered what the thing was thinking? Now you can read what it thought of us.

I Just Wanted To Survive by Tisha Thompson and Andy Lockett A college football player thought he and a friend were going to meet up with two women. Instead, they were abducted and tortured for 40 hours — all because of a teammate.

How American Lost Its Mind The nation’s current post-truth moment is the ultimate expression of mind-sets that have made America exceptional throughout its history.

This article was adapted from Kurt Andersen’s book Fantasyland: How America Went Haywire—A 500-Year History.

The First White President The foundation of Donald Trump’s presidency is the negation of Barack Obama’s legacy. The essay was drawn from Ta-Nehisi Coates’s book, We Were Eight Years in Power.

Interview with Edward Snowden by Martin Knobbe and Jörg Schindler In an interview, whistleblower Edward Snowden discusses his life in Russia, the power of the intelligence apparatuses and how he will continue his battle against all-encompassing surveillance by governments.

Jesus as Whippersnapper: John 2:15 and Prophetic Violence by Hector Avalos, Professor of Religious Studies, Iowa State University

This essay challenges a pacifistic interpretation of John 2:15. In particular, it addresses the linguistic, historical and literary arguments of N. Clayton Croy, who argued that Jesus should not be portrayed as committing any act of violence in John 2:15. More recently, Andy Alexis-Baker concludes that Jesus did not even strike any animals with a whip, which was made of materials too soft to injure anyone or any animal. A violent portrait of Jesus is consistent with the Deuteronomistic view of divine anger and prophetic zeal that may have influenced the portrait the Johannine Jesus. Otherwise, the temple episode in John exemplifies another case where some streams of Christian scholarship seem reluctant to characterize Jesus’ behavior as unjustifiably violent.

The Danger of President Pence by Jane Mayer Trump’s critics yearn for his exit. But Mike Pence, the corporate right’s inside man, poses his own risks.

How the Elderly Lose Their Rights by Rachel Aviv Guardians can sell the assets and control the lives of senior citizens without their consent—and reap a profit from it.

A Generation in Japan Faces a Lonely Death by Norimitsu Onishi The New York Times examines the growing problem of forgotten senior citizens in Japan. The story follows two apartment residents who eat lunch together in a retirement community in the suburbs of Tokyo. They have outlived nearly all their blood relatives and are simply ignored or forgotten by the rest.

Who Gets to Live in Fremont, Nebraska? by Henry Grabar A new Costco plant could save the town—by bringing hundreds of immigrants to the only place in America that passed a law to keep them out.

This massive Twitter thread about the 2016 election and True Pundit is a pro-Trump fake news site that began publishing on June 9, 2016 by Seth Abramson

“It’s time to tell the biggest untold story of the 2016 election: how a cadre of pro-Trump FBI agents and intel officers—some active, some retired—conspired to swing the election to Trump. The story involves Flynn, Prince, Giuliani, and others. Hope you’ll read and share.”

Is This Genocide? by Nicholas Kristof Survivors describe Myanmar soldiers killing men, raping women and burning babies in a Rohingya village.

From the article:

“Ethnic cleansing” and even “genocide” are antiseptic and abstract terms. What they mean in the flesh is a soldier grabbing a crying baby girl named Suhaifa by the leg and flinging her into a bonfire. Or troops locking a 15-year-old girl in a hut and setting it on fire.

The children who survive are left haunted: Noor Kalima, age 10, struggles in class in a makeshift refugee camp. Her mind drifts to her memory of seeing her father and little brother shot dead, her baby sister’s and infant brother’s throats cut, the machete coming down on her own head, her hut burning around her … and it’s difficult to focus on multiplication tables.

“Sometimes I can’t concentrate on my class,” Noor explained. “I want to throw up.”

An honest, dark, and moving piece about what is happening to the Rohingya and whether it should be considered genocide. Yeah, it’s genocide. Go read the article anyway. It tells of the brutality the Rohingya have suffered and the indifference the world and those in Burma seem to have about them.

Burmese politician Daw Aung San Suu Kyi, who won the Nobel Peace Prize and the defacto leader in Burma[http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-41139319], continues to defend the army. She has called reports of sexual assault by soldiers as “fake rape” and, essentially, believes there is an “iceberg of misinformation” about the Rohingya.

It is a graphic and harrowing account of what the Rohingya have been forced to live through. If only we would listen, and take action.

A journey through a land of extreme poverty: welcome to America by Ed Pilkington The UN’s Philip Alston is an expert on deprivation – and he wants to know why 41m Americans are living in poverty. The Guardian joined him on a special two-week mission into the dark heart of the world’s richest nation.

Alston’s journey takes him into the “dark side of the American Dream,” where the richest country in the world is also the host to abject poverty.

The two men carry on for block after block after block of tatty tents and improvised tarpaulin shelters. Men and women are gathered outside the structures, squatting or sleeping, some in groups, most alone like extras in a low-budget dystopian movie.

We come to an intersection, which is when General Dogon stops and presents his guest with the choice. He points straight ahead to the end of the street, where the glistening skyscrapers of downtown LA rise up in a promise of divine riches.

Heaven.

Then he turns to the right, revealing the “black power” tattoo on his neck, and leads our gaze back into Skid Row bang in the center of LA’s downtown. That way lies 50 blocks of concentrated human humiliation. A nightmare in plain view, in the city of dreams.

Alston turns right.

There are many great points in the article, including this:

The link between soil type and demographics was not coincidental. Cotton was found to thrive in this fertile land, and that in turn spawned a trade in slaves to pick the crop. Their descendants still live in the Black Belt, still mired in poverty among the worst in the union.

You can trace the history of America’s shame, from slave times to the present day, in a set of simple graphs. The first shows the cotton-friendly soil of the Black Belt, then the slave population, followed by modern black residence and today’s extreme poverty – they all occupy the exact same half-moon across Alabama.

As one gentleman in the article said, “The safety net? It has too many holes in it for me.” These are people who are in despair and America turns a blind eye to it, preferring to believe people cause themselves to be in these situations when that is far from reality.

Where Wind Farms Meet Coal Country, There’s Enduring Faith in Trump by Clifford Krauss

Hoping for more unfettered production of coal, oil and gas even as it erects wind farms, a Wyoming county sees the president as a key to job security.

The Making of an American Nazi by Luke O’Brien

How did Andrew Anglin go from being an antiracist vegan to the alt-right’s most vicious troll and propagandist—and how might he be stopped?

This is a really long read, but a good one and a damned fine piece of journalism. This is why I have a subscription to The Atlantic.

On December 16, 2016, Tanya Gersh answered her phone and heard gunshots. Startled, she hung up. Gersh, a real-estate agent who lives in Whitefish, Montana, assumed it was a prank call. But the phone rang again. More gunshots. Again, she hung up. Another call. This time, she heard a man’s voice: “This is how we can keep the Holocaust alive,” he said. “We can bury you without touching you.”

When Gersh put down the phone, her hands were shaking. She was one of only about 100 Jews in Whitefish and the surrounding Flathead Valley, and she knew there were white nationalists and “sovereign citizens” in the area. But Gersh had lived in Whitefish for more than 20 years, since just after college, and had always considered the scenic ski town an idyllic place. She didn’t even have a key to her house—she’d never felt the need to lock her door. Now that sense of security was about to be shattered.

There are also these unsettling things in the article:

In the summer of 2015, another great white savior—himself a troll—appeared to Anglin, this time gliding down a golden escalator in Manhattan in front of a crowd of paid extras.

Anglin immediately put all his resources toward willing a Trump presidency into reality. He churned out cheerleader posts and deployed his trolls on behalf of Trump, directing several of his nastiest attacks at Jewish journalists who were critical of the candidate or his associates.

His absentee ballot arrived in Ohio from Krasnodar, a city in southwest Russia near the Black Sea, according to Franklin County records.

Anglin worshipped Putin, and seemed like exactly the type of online agitator Russia might use to sow chaos during the U.S. election.

Also from Whitefish: Ryan Zinke, Richard Spencer and Whitefish Energy, the two-employee company who were originally given the no-bid contract to restore power to Puerto Rico. I suspect we will hear more about Whitefish in 2018.

O’Brien also did an NPR interview about the article and his findings.

Graphic Novels

No Girls Allowed: Tales of Daring Women Dressed as Men for Love, Freedom and Adventure By Susan Hughes

https://www.amazon.com/No-Girls-Allowed-Dressed-Adventure/dp/1554531780

This is a great little graphic novel geared toward children under twelve. Within its pages, you’ll discover women throughout history have had important roles, including viking, pharaoh and general in the Kahn’s army.

It also covers topics, such as women disguising themselves as men and why they needed to do so. Most the these women risk it all, including their lives to pursue their dreams.

A User’s Guide to Neglectful Parenting by Guy Delisle

A delightful little read. Hilarious. I say this is how you should raise kids.

The Dark North – Volume 1

The illustrated prose-art book consists of five new stories by some of Scandinavia’s premier illustrators and concept artists. Everything was well done visually and the stories were compelling. The art is what is on display here and it does not disappoint.

This is not your typical graphic novel, and it isn’t trying to be. The artists are trying something new and, for the most part, it works.

The Forever War by Joe Haldemann (Author), and Marvano (Illustrator)

Released in Belgium in 1988, the science fiction graphic novel by Marvano is closely based on the novel of the same name by Joe Halderman, who provide the dialogue. It was originally published in Dutch and later translated into several languages, including English.

The Forever War tells the story of William Mandella, an elite soldier fighting for Earth in an interstellar war, which lasted for centuries. He is one of a handful who eventually survives the entire war. Mandella eventually settles on a planet with other veterans called, “Middle Finger.”

The Forever War focuses on many themes, including the dehumanizing effects of war and the changes in society as the soldiers continue to fight.

Like Halderman’s book, the graphic novel touches on themes from the Vietnam war, such as the treatment of the enemy and propaganda.

The original was released in three volumes, but has since been incorporated into one. The art is part of the story and often enhances what is taking place. In almost every place, the art is intertwined with the story and it feels as if each pane is meant to be with the text.

The only drawback is that in a graphic novel based on a book, there will, necessarily, be cuts. If one reads the book, they will learn more about why only people with IQs above 150 were drafted, why military-approved drugs were allowed, and more about how partners were sexually assigned.

The relationship between William and Marygay is also diminished, but I didn’t feel it took too much away from the graphic novel. It may be because I have read the book so I went in with some notion of the story.

All in all, it’s a good graphic novel that I recommend, even if you’re not a graphic novel kind of person.

That’s it for 2017. I’ve already got 20 books stacked up on my desk for 2018. Happy reading and I hope you find a gem or two in my list.

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Takeaways – This is a Football

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One of the things I am committed to this year is capturing my Takeaways from the various events that I attend throughout the year and sharing them. Click here for Previous Takeaways.

“Gentlemen, this is a football” is how the greatest NFL coach that ever lived, Vince Lombardi, started out every season with his team. Rookies and veterans alike would hear the same speech starting with the most fundamental part of the game… “this is a football.” Do you know what Lombardi did after he described the ball? He reaffirmed “I am the coach. You are the players.” He would then take the team out of the locker room and show them the field. He pointed out the out-of-bounds lines and the end zones. He would remind the players that the point of the game is to get the ball across the end zone line. It almost seems absurd! But you can’t argue with the results.

Thursday, July 20th NAIOP Southern Nevada’s breakfast program featured the Nevada Legislative Review: A Discussion of the 2017 Legislative Session. The room was absolutely packed. The moderator was Mitch Fox with the Porter Group. The program sponsor was SR Construction. Thank you Scott Loughridge!! You are the man. And my kids enjoyed the little hammer tchotchke.

The panelists…

Senator Scott Hammond, Co-Minority Whip, Republican Senator Joyce Woodhouse, Co-Majority Whip, Democrat Assemblyman Paul Anderson, Minority Floor Leader, Republican Jon Leleu, Greenberg Traurig, NAIOP’s Government Affairs Representative

First of all, check out those names! There aren’t very many organizations in town that can summon this many, and this caliber of elected officials for a breakfast program. Kudos to NAIOP. On to the Moderator. Fox is a class act. The dude is super versed in legislative affairs. He has a natural presence and presentation airiness about him, similar to an Ambassador to the UN. That’s clearly because he has been in the legislative game for 30 years and is an Emmy-nominated television news reporter. As smooth as Fox was that morning, Assemblyman Anderson stole the show. I say that because every time he addressed the audience he reduced his commentary to plain English. You’ve heard of “legalese”… After this program I am coining a new term… “legislativese”.

Legislativese

Slang; technical jargon used by lawmakers that is often beyond the comprehension of the nonlawmakers.

If you’re a legislative affairs pro like my friend Amber Stidham this program was probably as casual as watercooler chit chat. If you’re an average Joe or Jane when it comes to legislative affairs (which BTW, I am in this category) … this program was largely “legislativese”.

Moderator Fox did his job. In fact, he did a great job. He asked terrific questions and facilitated a probing discussion among the panelists. A lot of it was over my head though. It was over my head in the same way that a random episode of Game of Thrones would be over someone’s head if they weren’t totally current. If you’re a fan you know what I mean. Monday at the office there are a handful of folks, either at the coffee maker in the morning or at the table during lunch, that have this discussion: “Did you watch Game of Thrones last night? OMG – what did you think about the reunion between Arya Stark and Nymeria her direwolf? What the heck was that even about? Why didn’t Nymeria want to go with her to Winterfell? Oh man, don’t you remember, Nymeria moved on when Arya shooed her away in the second episode of season one so she wouldn’t be killed by Cersei for biting Joffrey. And when Arya said, “no, that’s not you”… well that was like what she said to her dad when he told her she would grow up to be a princess and live in a castle and all that.” And next to this group is Johnny from Accounting who has no idea what they’re even talking about!

Like the Game of Thrones example, it seemed like each question to the NAIOP panel required a background from the panelist who was answering. And if you’re not totally up to date on each of the issues and all of the characters then it was over your head. For example, the first question Fox posed was “When you think back to the 2017 Session, what would you say it was known for?” Jon Leleu gave the most elaborate answer. But in order to do that he went back to season one episode two… err I mean he went back to the 2013, and 2015 legislative sessions to give us perspective.

• The 2013 Session was about Economic Development; • The 2015 Session was about Revenue; • The 2017 Session was about Education, Infrastructure

That’s how most of the answers went. And if the panelists didn’t give the background… legislativese. The next bit of exchanges were like a blur. And I even took notes. They got into a discussion of how the media portrayed the session with a lot of dissent vs. the realities that they perceived behind the scenes. So many acronyms got thrown around – ESA – SJR – SB this – SB that – GoT – JK – WTH?! They talked about the UNLV Medical School, property tax caps, and at some point a need to change energy policy.

So, “This is a football” is what came to mind about ¼ of the way through this “discussion”. To be clear, its wasn’t the panelists fault that this program was over my head. It’s my fault. It’s my responsibility to be up to snuff on the legislative process and up to date on the issues. Just like if Johnny from Accounting wants to participate in the Monday Game of Thrones discussion at the office, it’s his responsibility to be current on the show. So the rest of this post is going to be a “This is the Iron Throne a football” type read about the Nevada legislature.

If you were at the NAIOP program with a blank look on your face like me… then spend a few minutes to get up to snuff. There is a really good article at the end that covers the specific legislation from the 2017 session, one heckuva Lombardi quote to check out, and a prediction about Bulletproof coffee.

If you are one of my readers that lives outside of Nevada, you can probably skip most of this. I’ll have something more interesting for you in my next post. So…

• How many members and what is the structure of the Nevada Legislature?

• What is a bicameral body, what is biennial, why should I care?

• Who were the winners and losers of the 2017 Session?

OK – you made it this far. Keep going and I promise you will be more interesting at the next cocktail party when Nevada Legislature trivia comes up! Or even better, you’ll make a better and more informed citizen. 😊 😊 I learned a lot putting this together. It actually felt like I was preparing for a high school exam. Don’t worry this won’t be on any tests. And to make it super-fast to get thru I put everything into bullet points. Before we start… a word from Vince Lombardi!

“After all the cheers have died down and the stadium is empty, after the headlines have been written, and after you are back in the quiet of your room and the championship ring has been placed on the dresser and after the pomp and fanfare have faded, the enduring thing that is left is the dedication to doing with our lives the very best we can to make the world a better place in which to live.”

• The Nevada Legislature is a bicameral body – meaning it consists of two separate chambers or houses • The lower house is the Nevada Assembly – with 42 members. If you care currently 25 are male; 17 female; 27 Democrats; 15 Republicans • The upper house is the Nevada Senate – with 21 members. Currently 13 are male; 8 female; 11 Democrats; 9 Republicans; 1 nonpartisan • For those of you who don’t do math in your head at this hour – there are 63 total elected members

• Assemblymen and Assemblywomen are elected for two-year terms with term limits of six terms (up to 12 years) • Senators are elected for four-year terms with term limits of three terms (up to 12 years) • The qualifications for election into the Assembly and Senate require a person must be a U. S. Citizen, at least 21 years old, a Nevada resident for 1 year, and to be a qualified voter in the residing district • To run for Governor by the way, a person must be at least 25 and a citizen of Nevada at least 2 years

• The Nevada Legislature meets biennially – meaning every other year – and on odd numbered years • They convene on the first Monday of February following the election and conclude 120 days after • The 2017 session was the 79th session, it adjourned June 6th at 12:19 AM

• Phew – negotiating all those bills in 120 days and ending at 12:19 AM… makes me wonder (Bulletproof coffee anyone?) If you haven’t heard about Bulletproof coffee its worth checking out. Pretty soon you will see Bulletproof coffee shops popping up competing with Starbucks. And don’t forget… you heard it heard first.

Now that we have a base of knowledge let’s get into the session. Who won and who lost? What were the issues?

Here is a very well written article that I promised you. It goes into all of that. I say well written because it lays out each issue in an outline with a concise description or background.

Shazam – Now we are all better and more informed citizens!! So let’s ‘do with our lives the very best we can to make the world a better place in which to live.’

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Amourica: A gender related to devotion, adoration, eternity, true love, red roses, white roses, true love, love letters, the honeymoon phase of a relationship, and confessing one’s love. It may also be related to the songs I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing by Aerosmith and/or I’d Die For You by Bon Jovi, though it doesn’t have to be.

The name is a mix of amour and ica, a suffix for musicagenders

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the seventh day of my coining event! Prompt: I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing (Aerosmith) // I’d Die For You (Bon Jovi)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

A/Adore/Adore/Adores/Adoreself

A/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Ad/Adore/Adore/Adores/Adoreself

Adore/Adore/Adore/Adores/Adoreself

Adore/Adore/Adores/Adores/Adoreself

Am/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amo/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amour/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amour/Amour/Amours/Amours/Amourself

De/Devotion/Devotions/Devotions/Devotionself

Dev/Devotion/Devotions/Devotions/Devotionself

Devo/Devotion/Devotions/Devotions/Devotionself

Devote/Devotion/Devotions/Devotions/Devotionself

Devotion/Devotion/Devotions/Devotions/Devotionself

Lo/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

Ro/Rose/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ro/Rose/Roses/Roses/Roseself

Ros/Rose/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ros/Rose/Roses/Roses/Roseself

Rose/Rose/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Rose/Rose/Roses/Roses/Roseself

Ross/Rose/Rose/Roses/Roseself

Ross/Rose/Roses/Roses/Roseself

Names:

Adore

Amo

Amour

Amoura

Babe

Blanc

Blanca

Dev

Devon

Fleur

Fleura

Honey

Infinity

Juliet

Red

Romeo

Rose

Ross

Rouge

Sweetie

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[ID: A flag with eleven vertical stripes, the middle is twice the width of the others. The colors are darker at the first, fourth, eighth, and last stripes and get lighter moving towards the middle. The colors are, from left to right, dark green, teal green, soft sky blue, soft blue, light dusty indigo, pastel pink, light dusty indigo, soft blue, soft sky blue, teal green, and dark green. END ID]

Numnodelic: A gender related to troubled childhoods, unhealthy coping mechanisms, trying to numb emotional pain, drinking coffee after an all-nighter to mask the tiredness, smoking cigarettes to relieve stress, drinking alcohol to dull pain, staying up all night to avoid having to stop distracting yourself and face your emotions, and overall pastellish, dreamlike psychedelic aesthetics, visuals, and imagery. This gender may also be related to the songs Comfortably Numb and/or Give Me Novacaine, though it doesn’t have to.

The name is a mix of num from numb, no from novacaine, and delic a suffix for genders that are or are related to psychedelic things

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the fourteenth day of my coining event! Prompt: Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd) // Give Me Novacaine (Green Day)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

Co/Coffee/Coffees/Coffees/Coffeeself

Cof/Coffee/Coffees/Coffees/Coffeeself

Coff/Coffee/Coffees/Coffees/Coffeeself

Coffe/Coffee/Coffees/Coffees/Coffeeself

Coffee/Coffee/Coffees/Coffees/Coffeeself

Dis/Distant/Distants/Distants/Distantself

Distant/Distant/Distants/Distants/Distantself

Dream/Dream/Dreams/Dreams/Dreamself

Dream/Dreamy/Dreamy/Dreamys/Dreamyself

Dream/Dreamy/Dreamys/Dreamys/Dreamyself

Dreamy/Dreamy/Dreamys/Dreamys/Dreamyself

Dull/Dull/Dulls/Dulls/Dullself

Fe/Fever/Fever/Fevers/Feverself

Feve/Fever/Fever/Fevers/Feverself

Fever/Fever/Fever/Fevers/Feverself

Fever/Fever/Fevers/Fevers/Feverself

Good/Goodnight/Goodnights/Goodnights/Goodnightself

Goodnight/Goodnight/Goodnights/Goodnights/Goodnightself

Hello/Hello/Hellos/Hellos/Helloself

No/Novacaine/Novacaines/Novacaines/Novacaineself

Nov/Novacaine/Novacaines/Novacaines/Novacaineself

Nova/Novacaine/Novacaines/Novacaines/Novacaineself

Novacaine/Novacaine/Novacaines/Novacaines/Novacaineself

Nove/Novacaine/Novacaines/Novacaines/Novacaineself

Num/Numb/Numbs/Numbs/Numbself

Numb/Numb/Numbs/Numbs/Numbself

Pai/Pain/Pain/Pains/Painself

Pain/Pain/Pain/Pains/Painself

Pas/Pastel/Pastels/Pastels/Pastelself

Past/Pastel/Pastels/Pastels/Pastelself

Paste/Pastel/Pastels/Pastels/Pastelself

Pastel/Pastel/Pastels/Pastels/Pastelself

Pay/Pain/Pain/Pains/Painself

Pres/Pressure/Pressure/Pressures/Pressureself

Press/Pressure/Pressure/Pressures/Pressureself

Pressure/Pressure/Pressure/Pressures/Pressureself

Pressure/Pressure/Pressures/Pressures/Pressureself

Psy/Psychedelic/Psychedelic/Psychedelics/Psychedelicself

Psy/Psychedelic/Psychedelics/Psychedelics/Psychedelicself

Psyche/Psychedelic/Psychedelic/Psychedelics/Psychedelicself

Psyche/Psychedelic/Psychedelics/Psychedelics/Psychedelicself

Psychedelic/Psychedelic/Psychedelics/Psychedelics/Psychedelicself

Ship/Ship/Ships/Ships/Shipself

Smoke/Smoke/Smokes/Smokes/Smokeself

Tir/Tired/Tire/Tires/Tiredself

Tire/Tired/Tire/Tires/Tiredself

Tired/Tired/Tire/Tires/Tiredself

Wav/Wave/Waves/Waves/Waveself

Wave/Wave/Waves/Waves/Waveself

Names:

Del

Della

Drea

Jimmy

Nova

Novo

Nox

Pastel

Rel

Rella

Rhett

Smokey

Stel

Stella

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes; the second, middle, and eighth are twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. The colors are, from top to bottom, black, dark indigo-gray, dark violet-gray, pink-violet-gray, light red, pink-violet-gray, dark violet-gray, dark indigo-gray, and black. END ID]

Voroxety: A gender related to death, violence, blood, ferality, aggression, anger, killing, fighting, hunting knives, bloodshed, combat, rage, battle, and destruction. This gender may also relate to the System of a Down song/album Toxicity and/or the Body Count song/album Carnivore, though it doesn’t have to. It may also be experienced through a Feruvel, Warfaren, and/or Dystrofare lens/as a Feruvel, Warfaren, and/or Dystrofare gender, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name is a mix of vor from Carnivore and ox/ty from Toxicity

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the thirty-forth day of my coining event! Prompt: Toxicity (System Of A Down) // Carnivore (Body Count)

Suggested Names and Pronouns Under the Cut

Pronouns:

An/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Ang/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Ange/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Anger/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Anger/Anger/Angers/Angers/Angerself

Car/Carnivore/Carnivore/Carnivores/Carnivoreself

De/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Dea/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Death/Death/Deaths/Deaths/Deathself

Kni/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Knife/Knife/Knives/Knives/Knifeself

Rage/Rage/Rager/Ragers/Ragerself

Rage/Rage/Rages/Rages/Rageself

Names:

Ang

Ange

Carni

Des

Fera

Kai

Reaper

Tox

Toxic

#BodyCountgender #musicagender #death mention #blood mention #weapon mention #violence mention #killing mention #cre coining event #warfaren #feruvel #dystrofare #xenogender #voroxety #Toxicity Album Collection #Body Count Carnivore Album Collection

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes; the second, middle, and eighth are twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle; the second and eighth stripes are lighter than the ones around them. The colors are, from top to bottom, black, brown-gray, navy-gray, blue-gray, soft light blue, blue-gray, navy-gray, brown-gray, and black. END ID]

Noxaran: A gender related to darkness, ominousness, violence, night, nightmares, horror, skulls, skeletons, fire, death, graveyards, cemeteries, screaming, fear, terror, anger, blood, blood stains, aggression, finality, starless skies, fire balls, fatality, and hopelessness. This gender may also relate to the Metallica song Enter Sandman and/or the Avenged Sevenfold song Nightmare, though it doesn’t have to. It may also be experienced through a Feruvel and/or Dystrofare lens/as a Feruvel and/or Dystrofare gender, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name is a mix of nox the latin word for darkness/night, ar from nightmare, and an from sandman

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the thirty-third day of my coining event! Prompt: Enter Sandman (Metallica) // Nightmare (Avenged Sevenfold)

Suggested Names and Pronouns Under the Cut

Pronouns:

A/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

An/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Ang/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Ange/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Anger/Anger/Anger/Angers/Angerself

Anger/Anger/Angers/Angers/Angerself

Cey/Cem/Ceir/Ceirs/Cemself

Dark/Darkness/Darkness/Darknesses/Darknessself

Dark/Darkness/Darknesses/Darknesses/Darknessself

Darkness/Darkness/Darknesses/Darknesses/Darknessself

Fe/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fea/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fear/Fear/Fear/Fears/Fearself

Fear/Fear/Fears/Fears/Fearself

Fi/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fir/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fire/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fire/Fire/Fires/Fires/Fireself

Fy/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Horro/Horror/Horror/Horrors/Horrorself

Horror/Horror/Horror/Horrors/Horrorself

Horror/Horror/Horrors/Horrors/Horrorself

Nigh/Night/Nights/Nights/Nightself

Nigh/Nightmare/Nightmare/Nightmares/Nightmareself

Night/Night/Nights/Nights/Nightself

Night/Nightmare/Nightmare/Nightmares/Nightmareself

Nightmare/Nightmare/Nightmare/Nightmares/Nightmareself

Nightmares/Nightmare/Nightmares/Nightmares/Nightmareself

San/Sandman/Sandmans/Sandmans/Sandmanself

Sand/Sandman/Sandmans/Sandmans/Sandmanself

Sandman/Sandman/Sandmans/Sandmans/Sandmanself

Scream/Scream/Screams/Screams/Screamself

Skull/Skull/Skulls/Skulls/Skullself

Sky/Sky/Skies/Skies/Skyself

Te/Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrorself

Ter/Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrorself

Terr/Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrorself

Terro/Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrorself

Terror/Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrorself

Terror/Terror/Terrors/Terrors/Terrorself

Names:

Ange

Cem

Fire

Flame

Grave

Les

Ness

Nox

Nyx

San

Sandman

Skel

Skull

Sky

Violet

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[ID 1: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the second and eighth are twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. They are, from top to bottom, black, very dark gray, washed-out purple, washed-out violet, dusty pink-salmon, washed-out violet, washed-out purple, very dark gray, and black. END ID]

[ID 2: A flag with nine horizontal stripes; the second, middle, and eighth are twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle. They are, from top to bottom, black, very dark gray, washed-out purple, washed-out violet, dusty pink-salmon, washed-out violet, washed-out purple, very dark gray, and black. END ID]

Degratus/Degritus: A gender related to promiscuity, sex, bdsm, degradation kink, degradation kink names, leather kink gear, leather bondage gear, S&M clubs, doing shots, bondage cuffs, strippers, stripping, leather jackets, and bad decisions. It may also be related to the songs Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions and/or Young Lust by Pink Floyd. Some also may experience this gender through an Eroscoitus lens/as an Eroscoitus gender, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name is a mix of degr(a) from degradation and (itus) from Eroscoitus

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term

This was for the twenty-second day of my coining event! Prompt: Rock You Like a Hurricane (Scorpions) // Young Lust (Pink Floyd)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

G/Gear/Gear/Gears/Gearself

Ge/Gear/Gear/Gears/Gearself

Gea/Gear/Gear/Gears/Gearself

Gear/Gear/Gear/Gears/Gearself

Gear/Gear/Gears/Gears/Gearself

Ki/Kink/Kinks/Kinks/Kinkself

Kin/Kink/Kinks/Kinks/Kinkself

Kink/Kink/Kinks/Kinks/Kinkself

Le/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Lea/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leath/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leather/Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leatherself

Leather/Leather/Leathers/Leathers/Leatherself

Lus/Lust/Lusts/Lusts/Lustself

Lust/Lust/Lusts/Lusts/Lustself

Ro/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Roc/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Rock/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Scor/Scorpion/Scorpions/Scorpions/Scorpionself

Scorp/Scorpion/Scorpions/Scorpions/Scorpionself

Scorpi/Scorpion/Scorpions/Scorpions/Scorpionself

Scorpio/Scorpion/Scorpions/Scorpions/Scorpionself

Scorpion/Scorpion/Scorpions/Scorpions/Scorpionself

Shot/Shot/Shots/Shots/Shotself

Strip/Stripper/Stripper/Strippers/Stripperself

Stripe/Stripper/Stripper/Strippers/Stripperself

Stripp/Stripper/Stripper/Strippers/Stripperself

Stripper/Stripper/Stripper/Strippers/Stripperself

Stripper/Stripper/Strippers/Strippers/Stripperself

Names:

Ero

Eros

Kane

Ken

Kitten

Mace

Sady

Scorpio

Scorpion

Stud

Wolf

#degratus #degratis #eroscoitus #sexuogender #mogai after dark #liom after dark #minors dni #cre coining event #Rock You Like A Hurricane Collection #Young Lust Collection

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[ID: A flag with nine horizontal stripes, the middle is twice the height of the others. The colors are darker at the edges and lighter in the middle, except for the very middle, which is darker. They are, from top to bottom, maroon, dark red-violet, dark sienna, washed-out red-brown, washed-out yellow, baby blue, dusty peach pink, washed-out light purple-violet, washed-out purple, and dusty dark purple-indigo. END ID]

7800°fera|7800fera: A gender related to drama, theatrics, battle, fire, isolation, pride, sleepless nights, love, betrayal, conflict, desolate streets, breakups, rebellion, running from the law, raw sexual energy, lust, partying all night, smoke, sunrises, sunsets, the colors red; magenta; violet; purple; indigo; peach; gold; orange; yellow; and lilac, old flames, arguing, fighting with your partner, the night in general, pictures in frames behind shattered glass, heartbreak, riches (however one defines that), the concept of stolen kisses, figurative hunger (for change or conflict for example), victory, dramatic lighting, royalty, death, mortality, having a partners-in-crime-dynamic with your partner, loss, watching the sun rise after not sleeping, losing, heroism, and villainy. It may also be related to the Bon Jovi album 7800° Degrees Fahrenheit, though it doesn’t have to be. Some may also experience this gender through a Sanguirum, Feruvel, Ruptura, Saudania, Dystrofare, Eroscoitus, Luxine, and/or Warfaren lens/as a gender under one or more of those umbrellas, though that won’t apply to all users.

The name is a mix of the name of the related album, as well as fera from atmosfera (the Italian word for vibe). Fera specifically was chosen to somewhat mirror/reference Feruvel (feru/feral), Ruptura (ra), Saudania (a), and warfaren (fera), as well as to mirror feral, because that’s what this album has made me

The colors are inspired by my associations with the vibe of this term, as well as the cover of the album it’s related to/based on

This was for the tenth day of my coining event! Prompt: 7800° Fahrenheit (Bon Jovi)

Suggested Names and Pronouns 🔽🔽🔽

Pronouns:

A/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

A/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

A/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Ae/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Aer/Aer/Aer/Aers/Aerself

Aer/Aer/Aers/Aers/Aerself

Ai/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

Air/Air/Air/Airs/Airself

Air/Air/Airs/Airs/Airself

Am/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amo/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amour/Amour/Amour/Amours/Amourself

Amours/Amour/Amours/Amours/Amourself

Bru/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Brui/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruise/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Bruiser/Bruiser/Bruisers/Bruisers/Bruiserself

Cry/Cry/Cries/Cries/Cryself

Cry/Cry/Crys/Crys/Cryself

Dae/Daem/Daems/Daems/Daemself

Dae/Daem/Daer/Daers/Daemself

Drama/Drama/Dramas/Dramas/Dramaself

Ev/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Ev/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Eve/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Eve/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Ever/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Ever/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Eves/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Eves/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Evest/Everest/Ever/Evers/Everestself

Evest/Everest/Everests/Everests/Everestself

Fan/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fan/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fant/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fant/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fanta/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fanta/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fantas/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fantas/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasies/Fantasies/Fantasyself

Fantasy/Fantasy/Fantasys/Fantasys/Fantasyself

Fi/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fi/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fi/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Figh/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Figh/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fight/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fight/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fighter/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighters/Fighterself

Fire/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Fire/Fire/Fires/Fires/Fireself

Flare/Flare/Flare/Flares/Flareself

Flare/Flare/Flares/Flares/Flareself

Fy/Fight/Fights/Fights/Fightself

Fy/Fighter/Fighter/Fighters/Fighterself

Fy/Fire/Fire/Fires/Fireself

Glory/Glory/Glorious/Glorious/Gloryself

Glory/Glory/Glorys/Glorys/Gloryself

Gold/Gold/Golds/Golds/Goldself

He/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

He/Him/His/His/Himself

Hea/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Hear/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Heart/Heart/Hearts/Hearts/Heartself

Heat/Heat/Heats/Heats/Heatself

Hero/Hero/Heros/Heros/Heroself

Hey/Heim/Heir/Heirs/Heimself

Hey/Heir/Heir/Heirs/Heirself

Hey/Hem/Heir/Heirs/Hemself

Hi/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

High/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

Higher/Higher/Higher/Highers/Higherself

Higher/Higher/Highers/Highers/Higherself

Hurt/Hurt/Hurts/Hurts/Hurtself

I/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Ice/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Is/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Iso/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Isolate/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Isolation/Isolation/Isolations/Isolations/Isolationself

Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kissself

Kiss/Kiss/Kiss/Kisses/Kissself

Kiss/Kiss/Kisses/Kisses/Kissself

Lila/Lilac/Lilacs/Lilacs/Lilacself

Lilac/Lilac/Lilacs/Lilacs/Lilacself

Lo/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Lone/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Lonely/Lonely/Lonelys/Lonelys/Lonelyself

Loss/Loss/Losses/Losses/Lossself

Lov/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Love/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Lust/Lust/Lusts/Lusts/Lustself

Luv/Love/Loves/Loves/Loveself

Night/Night/Nights/Nights/Nightself

Pain/Pain/Pains/Pains/Painself

Par/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Par/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Part/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Part/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Party/Party/Partys/Partys/Partyself

Party/Party/Parties/Parties/Partyself

Paw/Pawn/Pawns/Pawns/Pawnself

Pawn/Pawn/Pawns/Pawns/Pawnself

Pri/Price/Price/Prices/Priceself

Price/Price/Price/Prices/Priceself

Price/Price/Prices/Prices/Priceself

Pri/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Pride/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Pry/Pride/Prides/Prides/Prideself

Rain/Rain/Rains/Rains/Rainself

Red/Red/Reds/Reds/Redself

Reign/Reign/Reigns/Reigns/Reignself

Ro/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Ro/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Roam/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Rom/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Roma/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Roman/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Romance/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Romance/Romance/Romances/Romances/Romanceself

Rome/Romance/Romance/Romances/Romanceself

Rou/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Rouge/Rouge/Rouges/Rouges/Rougeself

Run/Run/Runs/Runs/Runself

Roy/Royal/Royal/Royals/Royalself

Roy/Royal/Royals/Royals/Royalself

Royal/Royal/Royals/Royals/Royalself

Sha/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

Shatter/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatters/Shatterself

Shay/Shatter/Shatter/Shatters/Shatterself

She/Her/Her/Hers/Herself

Shey/Shem/Sheir/Sheirs/Shemself

Sleep/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleeples/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Sleepless/Sleepless/Sleeplesses/Sleeplesses/Sleeplessself

Smoke/Smoke/Smokes/Smokes/Smokeself

Sum/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summ/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summer/Summer/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Summer/Summer/Summers/Summers/Summerself

Te/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tea/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tear/Tear/Tear/Tears/Tearself

Tear/Tear/Tears/Tears/Tearself

Vic/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Vict/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victo/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victor/Victor/Victor/Victors/Victorself

Victor/Victor/Victors/Victors/Victorself

Vil/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Vill/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Villain/Villain/Villains/Villains/Villainself

Violet/Violet/Violets/Violets/Violetself

Whisk/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself

Whiskey/Whiskey/Whiskeys/Whiskeys/Whiskeyself

Wi/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wi/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wi/Wild/Wilds/Wilds/Wildself

Wi/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Wif/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wif/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wife/Wife/Wifes/Wifes/Wifeself

Wife/Wife/Wives/Wives/Wifeself

Wild/Wild/Wilds/Wilds/Wildself

Wire/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Wired/Wired/Wire/Wires/Wiredself

Xae/Xaem/Xaem/Xaems/Xaemself

Xae/Xaem/Xaer/Xaers/Xaemself

Xey/Xem/Xeir/Xeirs/Xemself

Zae/Zaem//Zaem/Zaems/Zaemself

Zae/Zaem/Zaer/Zaers/Zaemself

Zey/Zem/Zeir/Zeirs/Zemself

Names:

Amo

Amour

Angel

Ari

Brawn

Brawny

Bruce

Brucey

Bruiser

Cin

Crys

Cyn

Everest

Fantasy

Flame

Flare

Fire

Freedom

Gloria

Glory

Gold

Goldy

Heart

Hero

King

Kiss

Lila

Lilac

Love

Lone

Masquerade

Mercy

Mount

Mountain

Nix

Noctum

Nox

Pawn

Peach

Queen

Rain

Rebel

Red

Reign

Roam

Roma

Roman

Romance

Rome

Rose

Rouge

Roy

Royal

Royalty

Sommi

Somni

Somnium

Summer

Syn

Vic

Victor

Violet

Whiskey

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