Author Archives: randomyriad

2 Unintentional Installations and Amazing Summer Skies

Posted on September 3, 2010 by randomyriad

This I call Wind Organ and Wire. and this one, “Ub!” This one I call Sky with Cloud, Church, and Moon. Today I walked without my camera and saw an even more amazing sky, layered with the glowing edges of … Continue reading →

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Lighting a Fire for the Future

Posted on September 2, 2010 by randomyriad

“Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.” ~ William Butler Yeats I am done with filling pails. There is no joy in filling pails. Lighting fires is bright work that inspires the teacher … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #13: the Hall of Puppets

Posted on September 1, 2010 by randomyriad

April 01, 2010, 19:43 The Journey to the Depths Monkey’s adventures in the worlds beyond life   A sign stood on a tripod slanted a little out from the wall just inside the curtain covered doorway that led to the … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #10,11 and 12: Professor Trol’s Emporium

Posted on August 31, 2010 by randomyriad

February 28, 2010, 17:52 Andre lead Morris and I through the maze of narrow streets, hedge lined paths, and alleyways bordered by wooden warehouses, crumbling cottages and shadowy shops filled with mysterious and incongruous items. Finally we reached a narrow … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #9: Andre Bursts In

Posted on August 30, 2010 by randomyriad

February 14, 2010, 20:58 There came a lively rapping at the door of my little workshop home. Morris the Minah who had been dozing making sleepy little gurgling squawks as he perched on the elephant’s head lamp in the corner, … Continue reading →

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