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Soup Suffers From Too Few Cooks

There is going to be another SG-1 Alphabet Soup on February 18th, and there are still a few letters looking for authors, so if you think you could deliver a gen fic focusing on canon allies who have not already been the subject of a previous Alphabet Soup (nixing Bra'tac and Jonas Quinn for example, but allowing the Jaffa, the Langarans, Russians, and the good folks who hang their giant marble bullheads at the Land of Light). There is a 100 word minimum, so a little drabble'll do ya. Now having given away my age by misquoting a truly ancient Brylcreem commercial, I'll leave you with the place to go to sign up, which is here.

I'm doing "U" myself, and haven't a clue what I'll be turning in this far away from the deadline, or which allies I'll focus on, but I find that fear concentrates the mind wonderfully, and I have no doubt that an idea will be hop full born and Athena-like out of my head as the deadline approaches...

I hope.

Well, not much doubt.



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November 2017

A Few Words from the Wise

Speak to him, for there is none born wise.

-The Maxims of Ptahotep


In mourning or rejoicing, be not far from me.

- an Ancient Egyptian Love Song


But your embraces
alone give life to my heart
may Amun give me what I have found
for all eternity.

-Love Songs of the New Kingdom, Song #2


To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.

-Wendell Berry


Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.

-Robert Burns


Visit to the Hermit Ts'ui

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.

-Ch'ien Ch'i


Mistress of high achievement, O lady Truth,
do not let my understanding stumble
across some jagged falsehood.



Every Gaudy colour
Is a bit of truth.

-Nathalia Crane


I counted two-and-twenty stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks.

-Samuel Coleridge