In a Libby, Montana, which can blame nearly 200 deaths to asbestos posioning, has been declared a "public health emergency" by the Obama administration.
This marks the first ever such emergency declared by the EPA. As such they will provide assistance to the town which has been attempting to clean up the asbestos for 10 years.
In may, officials and mine operators were acquitted by a federal jury for their parts in the contamination.
The Libby mining operation began producing vermiculite, a mineral used for insulation. However this vermiculite was contaminated with tremolite asbestos, which causes the cancer mesothelioma. In other words the mine was contaminating the area, ultimately being linked to the death of 200 people.
Beyond the obvious class action suit, this is a very serious concern. The company has reimbersed people for their medical costs, and agreed to pay the EPA for it's cleanup efforts.
All noble steps.
This is a drastically larger issue than you probably think. When you drink water, even bottled water (it's tap water too) you're ingesting accumulated chemicals from billions of sources.
People urinate out prescription drugs, microbes in the water source, chemical contamination from nearby industry. Sometimes these compounds are in active concentrations in your body.
Another problem with creating a cause and effect, is the number of factors already present in the open system, this cause a 12,000 person town. Causationally the asbestos no doubt has caused an increase in mesothelioma cases. However I just want to make you consider that a certainty is impossible.
Some of those people would have developed a form of cancer anyway. Some residents could live there their entire life, and never get a symptom or illness from the asbestos.
Cause/effect variables are hard to quantify, and harder to prove. I'm off on a tangent. Sorry
I hope the town cleans up this asbestos. After 10 years of ongoing clean-up i wonder if declaring this an emergency is redundant.
Maybe the government is hiding something?
Wasn't it a chemical spill in Close Encounters?
June 17, 2009
Let's wear a silly French hat for a minute
You and I are sitting at a Parisian cafe. We're talking about life, love and loss over a cup of coffee.
I pick up the newspaper at the table next to me. It's called Le Parisien, and in the international section I find the most interesting article. (Scroll down to article IRAN: ARM WRESTLING CONTINUES)
Since we both can obviously read French now, we start talking about it.
Apparently the situation in Iran is deteriorating, as 7 prostestors have been killed in clashes with the Iranian government, the challenger to Ahmadinejad has called for a nullification of the election results from earlier this month, and western journalists are being heavily sanctioned.
If you've watched any news recently you'll notice that the American press is relying heavily on internet blogging and tweeting to obtain information from inside Iran. (This could be the first case study of new age journalism.)
You'll also notice that the election's results are heavily contested by outside international groups, and by the reformist Iranian sentiment. It is noted that the election was performed using paper ballots, and the results were post before the polls closed, a feat which America can only marvel at.
The results given by the Iranian government give Ahmadinejad a 33% margin of victory over Mousavvi. Winning handidly in nearly every area, including Mousavvi's home town.
I do wish to make the implication that this election is fraudulent. Without any international oversight, I can safely make this implication.
Beyond the results, the intense clashing of the protestors and government forces continues. With 7 dead protestors, this is no laughing matter. The rallies and organizations are happening daily in the Tehranian streets.
A situation like this happening in America, would result in nearly twenty-four hour coverage, and every talking head on TV spewing their liquids on the screen.
President Obama believes that most of the publicity surrounding Mousavvi is disregarding his political leanings. It is valid to to postulate that Mousavvi holds much of the same as Ahmadinejad's political positions.
However, going even further into irrelevance over this Ahmadinejad vs Mousavvi is that as the President of Iran your power is limited to what the Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei, instructs you to do.
As an Islamic theocracy, Iranian governance is ultimately up to Khamenei, not Ahmadinejad or Mousavvi. For his time in office Ahmadinejad has been the willing puppet of Khamenei. So would Mousavvi be the Iranian "Obama". I doubt that.
Overall the situation in Iran is terrible. Factoring in the relative insignificance of the election results it becomes just depressing. Iran is obviously unstable, and attempting to develope nuclear capabilities. What should America do in response? Should we get involved in a sovereign countries electorial process?
Aiya, let's go back to our coffee.
I pick up the newspaper at the table next to me. It's called Le Parisien, and in the international section I find the most interesting article. (Scroll down to article IRAN: ARM WRESTLING CONTINUES)
Since we both can obviously read French now, we start talking about it.
Apparently the situation in Iran is deteriorating, as 7 prostestors have been killed in clashes with the Iranian government, the challenger to Ahmadinejad has called for a nullification of the election results from earlier this month, and western journalists are being heavily sanctioned.
If you've watched any news recently you'll notice that the American press is relying heavily on internet blogging and tweeting to obtain information from inside Iran. (This could be the first case study of new age journalism.)
You'll also notice that the election's results are heavily contested by outside international groups, and by the reformist Iranian sentiment. It is noted that the election was performed using paper ballots, and the results were post before the polls closed, a feat which America can only marvel at.
The results given by the Iranian government give Ahmadinejad a 33% margin of victory over Mousavvi. Winning handidly in nearly every area, including Mousavvi's home town.
I do wish to make the implication that this election is fraudulent. Without any international oversight, I can safely make this implication.
Beyond the results, the intense clashing of the protestors and government forces continues. With 7 dead protestors, this is no laughing matter. The rallies and organizations are happening daily in the Tehranian streets.
A situation like this happening in America, would result in nearly twenty-four hour coverage, and every talking head on TV spewing their liquids on the screen.
President Obama believes that most of the publicity surrounding Mousavvi is disregarding his political leanings. It is valid to to postulate that Mousavvi holds much of the same as Ahmadinejad's political positions.
However, going even further into irrelevance over this Ahmadinejad vs Mousavvi is that as the President of Iran your power is limited to what the Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei, instructs you to do.
As an Islamic theocracy, Iranian governance is ultimately up to Khamenei, not Ahmadinejad or Mousavvi. For his time in office Ahmadinejad has been the willing puppet of Khamenei. So would Mousavvi be the Iranian "Obama". I doubt that.
Overall the situation in Iran is terrible. Factoring in the relative insignificance of the election results it becomes just depressing. Iran is obviously unstable, and attempting to develope nuclear capabilities. What should America do in response? Should we get involved in a sovereign countries electorial process?
Aiya, let's go back to our coffee.
June 14, 2009
Box III teaser trailer
Deep male voice: "In a world where a mysterious box can change your life"--
Clip of man walking over a hill carrying a carcass filled with light.
DMV: "What is in the box, will change the entire story"
Clip of little boy placing box into back of mothers car.
DMV: "Will you imagine the truth?"
Clip of box being opened with bright light emanating from inside.
DMV: "Can you imagine the truth?"
Clip of box closing dramatically.
DMV: "Read it as it happens to find out."
Coming soon.
Clip of man walking over a hill carrying a carcass filled with light.
DMV: "What is in the box, will change the entire story"
Clip of little boy placing box into back of mothers car.
DMV: "Will you imagine the truth?"
Clip of box being opened with bright light emanating from inside.
DMV: "Can you imagine the truth?"
Clip of box closing dramatically.
DMV: "Read it as it happens to find out."
Coming soon.
June 12, 2009
Longevity: Or how I learned to stop worrying and trust the double helix
According to a growing number of biologists life doesn't have to be so short.
Think of your body as a machine. A well oiled, well lubricated machine can last longer than one not properly maintained. We've seen an increased lifespan over a historically small period of time, that it'd be safe to assume this trend increasing. Although the computer principal for for double power every year may be slowing, this bodily principal has room to get better. Aging scientists are now intriqued by the growing evidence that long life is a relatively few base substitutions away.
If the body is a machine, then genetics would be the central command. It's believed that parts of this command structure are self-limiting. In other words there is a pre-established time limit from the moment your DNA begins expression into protein. Theortically this limit could be removed right. Bypassed? Without a time limit, the DNA could replicate endlessly right?
No. There are a lot more details glossed over in this blog, I would recommend reading "The Molecular Biology of the Gene" written by James Watson, among others. It is on a regulatory basis that these news studies are hopeful for people, if the longevity pathway can be elucidated, then it could potentially apply to anyone.
Personally I can see human beings aging to a tremendously rip age of well over 100. However skeptical you are now, 100 years ago for you to say that people would be averaging an age of 70, you'd call me crazy as well. My problem with living this long is what to do? As a theory capitalism is not giving everyone a job, a feat which the communists have managed FYI. I can't imagine doing a job for 50 years, or 75 years. The same task every day.
On top of what to do, what will you see? People you know will eventually being dying of random accidents. It happens now, but with medicine providing longer life, you'd only start seeing people dropping dead from freak occurrences.
I think I'll revisit this post in the future. Till then keep aging.
Think of your body as a machine. A well oiled, well lubricated machine can last longer than one not properly maintained. We've seen an increased lifespan over a historically small period of time, that it'd be safe to assume this trend increasing. Although the computer principal for for double power every year may be slowing, this bodily principal has room to get better. Aging scientists are now intriqued by the growing evidence that long life is a relatively few base substitutions away.
If the body is a machine, then genetics would be the central command. It's believed that parts of this command structure are self-limiting. In other words there is a pre-established time limit from the moment your DNA begins expression into protein. Theortically this limit could be removed right. Bypassed? Without a time limit, the DNA could replicate endlessly right?
No. There are a lot more details glossed over in this blog, I would recommend reading "The Molecular Biology of the Gene" written by James Watson, among others. It is on a regulatory basis that these news studies are hopeful for people, if the longevity pathway can be elucidated, then it could potentially apply to anyone.
Personally I can see human beings aging to a tremendously rip age of well over 100. However skeptical you are now, 100 years ago for you to say that people would be averaging an age of 70, you'd call me crazy as well. My problem with living this long is what to do? As a theory capitalism is not giving everyone a job, a feat which the communists have managed FYI. I can't imagine doing a job for 50 years, or 75 years. The same task every day.
On top of what to do, what will you see? People you know will eventually being dying of random accidents. It happens now, but with medicine providing longer life, you'd only start seeing people dropping dead from freak occurrences.
I think I'll revisit this post in the future. Till then keep aging.
June 10, 2009
What cost $20 billion, and could end civilization?
This site is a news compilation website which relies on translators to read and decipher foreign press articles, particularly those articles reporting on the United States.
Today's international articles: "DPRK's Nuclear Test Hailed as Just Measure for Self-Defence" (actual article is under PAST NEWS, then from June 9th). In addition, I will also be reading an article on the same event but from an american press source: "Clinton Warns N. Korea on Missiles".
More often than not soceity considers objectivity to be a singular stance, wholly absent the human element. However removed from humanity an individual writes, it's impossible to completely purge this fundamental trait. Take the first article from the Korean Central News Agency operating out of Pyongyang N. Korea. It is written by propagandists, who are strictly sanctioned and regulated. It can clearly show bias, and descriptive language which implicates bad connotation for america. This individual has no choice though. Nothing is published without the approval of the N. Korean government, who according to the west is a totalitarian extremist terrorist state.
The message from the N. Korean press is that they are the overall victims in this relationship. The missile test is a necessary step toward overall national security. To them America has allied with the traitorous South Koreans, and are currently positioned along the same DMZ which has been for nearly 60 years. It seems alien to my intellect to have a constant military border with say another state like Texas. Oklahoma would be N. Korea in this scenario. All trade has international embargoes against it. On top of that the United Nations now considers Oklahoma one of the worst regimes on the planet in regards to human rights. You get the message! It's dire here in Oklahoma(N. Korea).
Regarding the New York Times short article on Clinton's warning to N. Korea, the article reads neutrally, however still contains language which implicates negative connotation. Admittingly, a part of that, is that this diction is perfectly available and fully justified in its use. However America's arogance in foreign policy is not a polarizing view. The so-called experts hold mostly the same contempt and bull pulpit stance for the rest of the world. America still hold's an embargo against Cuba, we still invaded Iraq, and we are currently deploying more troops to Afghanistan.
The assumption that America has any more morality than N. Korea is intellectually unsound. It is impossible to quantify, and therefore the adventurist stance of America is no better than an extremist of Al Qaeda.
Saying that, America's foreign policy will never change. The power circles of the policy machine will always influence the President toward more bombs, more troops in endless bases around the world, and less isolationism. The imperalist always win this argument because they are the ones making the most money. Back to topic.
Should N. Korea be allowed to have nuclear weapons, or long range missiles. That answer from my nuclear submarine brother Ethan, is hell no. He believes that America has the right to parade around the worlds ocean with instruments of war capable of blowing the earth out of orbit. I salute you sir! However I disagree. If only the world was a big school yard, then the weapons of mass death would be like the bully who grew tallest first. (Which was me) But evently America will have to learn that the other kids will grow tall as well, and our big guns need to shrink.
These "rogue nations" are not collapsing due to our economic and military influence, perhaps we need to rethink our strategy. Media is the first step in this campaign. The N. Korean media is never going to be pro-American, however it's a dubious claim to think they have any real influence over the population. However American media, need to realize that foreign policy is relatively the same for both parties, our international attitudes are the same, and as such the media is exascerbating the situation. If say for instance a genuine argument was brewing in America, and yet never covered fairly, or with only one argument, then it would seem logical that the elite foreign policy stance that we see now is prevelant. I belive there is a legitimate debate presently about America's stance in the world. the Obama administration has made a cautious step forward, say with Cuban travel policies, American temperment abroad, yet we have much further to go. N. Korea isn't going anywhere! Neither are we. We need a change in approach. Conventional thinking isn't working, and unless a new approach to American thinking is hashed out, nothing will ever change.
Today's international articles: "DPRK's Nuclear Test Hailed as Just Measure for Self-Defence" (actual article is under PAST NEWS, then from June 9th). In addition, I will also be reading an article on the same event but from an american press source: "Clinton Warns N. Korea on Missiles".
More often than not soceity considers objectivity to be a singular stance, wholly absent the human element. However removed from humanity an individual writes, it's impossible to completely purge this fundamental trait. Take the first article from the Korean Central News Agency operating out of Pyongyang N. Korea. It is written by propagandists, who are strictly sanctioned and regulated. It can clearly show bias, and descriptive language which implicates bad connotation for america. This individual has no choice though. Nothing is published without the approval of the N. Korean government, who according to the west is a totalitarian extremist terrorist state.
The message from the N. Korean press is that they are the overall victims in this relationship. The missile test is a necessary step toward overall national security. To them America has allied with the traitorous South Koreans, and are currently positioned along the same DMZ which has been for nearly 60 years. It seems alien to my intellect to have a constant military border with say another state like Texas. Oklahoma would be N. Korea in this scenario. All trade has international embargoes against it. On top of that the United Nations now considers Oklahoma one of the worst regimes on the planet in regards to human rights. You get the message! It's dire here in Oklahoma(N. Korea).
Regarding the New York Times short article on Clinton's warning to N. Korea, the article reads neutrally, however still contains language which implicates negative connotation. Admittingly, a part of that, is that this diction is perfectly available and fully justified in its use. However America's arogance in foreign policy is not a polarizing view. The so-called experts hold mostly the same contempt and bull pulpit stance for the rest of the world. America still hold's an embargo against Cuba, we still invaded Iraq, and we are currently deploying more troops to Afghanistan.
The assumption that America has any more morality than N. Korea is intellectually unsound. It is impossible to quantify, and therefore the adventurist stance of America is no better than an extremist of Al Qaeda.
Saying that, America's foreign policy will never change. The power circles of the policy machine will always influence the President toward more bombs, more troops in endless bases around the world, and less isolationism. The imperalist always win this argument because they are the ones making the most money. Back to topic.
Should N. Korea be allowed to have nuclear weapons, or long range missiles. That answer from my nuclear submarine brother Ethan, is hell no. He believes that America has the right to parade around the worlds ocean with instruments of war capable of blowing the earth out of orbit. I salute you sir! However I disagree. If only the world was a big school yard, then the weapons of mass death would be like the bully who grew tallest first. (Which was me) But evently America will have to learn that the other kids will grow tall as well, and our big guns need to shrink.
These "rogue nations" are not collapsing due to our economic and military influence, perhaps we need to rethink our strategy. Media is the first step in this campaign. The N. Korean media is never going to be pro-American, however it's a dubious claim to think they have any real influence over the population. However American media, need to realize that foreign policy is relatively the same for both parties, our international attitudes are the same, and as such the media is exascerbating the situation. If say for instance a genuine argument was brewing in America, and yet never covered fairly, or with only one argument, then it would seem logical that the elite foreign policy stance that we see now is prevelant. I belive there is a legitimate debate presently about America's stance in the world. the Obama administration has made a cautious step forward, say with Cuban travel policies, American temperment abroad, yet we have much further to go. N. Korea isn't going anywhere! Neither are we. We need a change in approach. Conventional thinking isn't working, and unless a new approach to American thinking is hashed out, nothing will ever change.
June 3, 2009
The Box II
The Box II
Continued unadulterated bile from the sewers of Darren Jaworski
1
"Mom I don't get it. What is it? Why is there only a key in the box? What does it go to?" The boy contains the singular face of puzzlement, ineptitude. He holds the key outward toward his mother in the kitchen.
"Dinner is in 5 minutes dear," says the mom as she stirs a pot facing away from the boy.
"What are you talking about? What key?" She turns to the boy, grabs the key and now possesses the boy's puzzled expression. "I do not know," she says with a curious eye.
"That was all that was in the box."
"I didn't buy you a box with a key in it. I bought you a brand new Unmentionable
Adventure action figure. Supposed to contain the map to hidden treasure, and the most dangerous place on earth. What a rippoff! I can't believe this!" She turns back to cooking, giving back the key to the boy. "We'll go tomorrow after work and return the sham to the store. I believe I'll have words."
"Can I keep the key?" The boy is a master of supplication.
"Why do you want it? What could you possibly do with a key, nothing to use it on?"
Thinking, the boy finally just asks again, and again.
With quandaries abound, the mother agrees.
2
The glass distorted the streaking yellow light to the west, which is running like an overly excited firefly in the distance. The man lowers the bottle, rubs his eyes, and profunctly gazes toward the evening sky. The light is bigger than an airship, however without a reference point, size is undeterminable now. The subtle movements of the source indicates a peculiarity beyond the drunkards comprehension, or sobriety. Capable of a multitude of acrobatics, and incomprehensible movement. The yellow now has become a red, which becomes a orange. Westward it appears, moving up, down any imaginable direction.
Then from behind the man, who is repositioning himself to higher ground, comes another immersion of light. Filling the valley the man is running through, the light passes a few hundred feet directly above him. It leaves a residue which falls behind it, losing vibrance as it goes to the ground. From the east, it is rapidly approaching the other source.- His vision is obscured by the top of the hill as the light flies over the crest.
The man runs up the face, eventually running over the top of the hill.
3
"Well, I'd prefer a refund sir. I bought a specific product from you, and you give me an empty box. I demand to speak to your manager." At this point the woman had been speaking for around 10 minutes.
"Miss, I am the manager, owner, and currently only worker. If you're accusing anyone of making a mistake, I take that personally. You bought a mystery box right? It should have been left unopened, thus preserving the mystery. Now I don't recall any sort of Unmentionable Action figure. You're the one who is mistaken." The man speaking is a rotund, stalky fellow. heavy at the waist. His condescending attitude is peaked by his ability to snobbishly look at the mother.
"Just give me my money back, you can have your empty box, and everyone is satisfied.--"
"No"
"I'm not satisfied, I want at least a refund of some of my money."
"No"
"What is my son going to do with an empty box?"
"I have no idea, and it isn't my problem."
"You're a waste."
"There is the door miss, have a nice day."
"I'm well on the way. I'm not ever coming into your crap store."
She exits to her son in the car. Throws the box through the back window, and gets in the driver seat. She takes off down the road.
"Stop the car, mom!" The boy screams.
To the mother's protests and attempt to lock the door, the boy climbs out and scurries toward a dumpster behind the toy shop. By the time mother gets out of the car and finds her son, he has retrieved what caught his eye. A large wooden crate with a large T on the side.
4
By the time he caught his breath, the collision had occurred roughly one hundred feet above his head. The trees scattered the light creating rays, and a brilliant effect of running through stars. He saw where the west light had fallen, beyond two trees a few yards away. It had dimmed, weakened from the events occurring previously. The man cautiously approached the fading light, walking on uncovered ground, lest not to startle the being.
Only a few feet now. He can see the ground where it lay.
The glowing light was no larger than a fist, yet was vibrant as a well fueled torch.
As he pushed aside the brush, he knelt to a knee just over the source. It moved.
Continued unadulterated bile from the sewers of Darren Jaworski
1
"Mom I don't get it. What is it? Why is there only a key in the box? What does it go to?" The boy contains the singular face of puzzlement, ineptitude. He holds the key outward toward his mother in the kitchen.
"Dinner is in 5 minutes dear," says the mom as she stirs a pot facing away from the boy.
"What are you talking about? What key?" She turns to the boy, grabs the key and now possesses the boy's puzzled expression. "I do not know," she says with a curious eye.
"That was all that was in the box."
"I didn't buy you a box with a key in it. I bought you a brand new Unmentionable
Adventure action figure. Supposed to contain the map to hidden treasure, and the most dangerous place on earth. What a rippoff! I can't believe this!" She turns back to cooking, giving back the key to the boy. "We'll go tomorrow after work and return the sham to the store. I believe I'll have words."
"Can I keep the key?" The boy is a master of supplication.
"Why do you want it? What could you possibly do with a key, nothing to use it on?"
Thinking, the boy finally just asks again, and again.
With quandaries abound, the mother agrees.
2
The glass distorted the streaking yellow light to the west, which is running like an overly excited firefly in the distance. The man lowers the bottle, rubs his eyes, and profunctly gazes toward the evening sky. The light is bigger than an airship, however without a reference point, size is undeterminable now. The subtle movements of the source indicates a peculiarity beyond the drunkards comprehension, or sobriety. Capable of a multitude of acrobatics, and incomprehensible movement. The yellow now has become a red, which becomes a orange. Westward it appears, moving up, down any imaginable direction.
Then from behind the man, who is repositioning himself to higher ground, comes another immersion of light. Filling the valley the man is running through, the light passes a few hundred feet directly above him. It leaves a residue which falls behind it, losing vibrance as it goes to the ground. From the east, it is rapidly approaching the other source.- His vision is obscured by the top of the hill as the light flies over the crest.
The man runs up the face, eventually running over the top of the hill.
3
"Well, I'd prefer a refund sir. I bought a specific product from you, and you give me an empty box. I demand to speak to your manager." At this point the woman had been speaking for around 10 minutes.
"Miss, I am the manager, owner, and currently only worker. If you're accusing anyone of making a mistake, I take that personally. You bought a mystery box right? It should have been left unopened, thus preserving the mystery. Now I don't recall any sort of Unmentionable Action figure. You're the one who is mistaken." The man speaking is a rotund, stalky fellow. heavy at the waist. His condescending attitude is peaked by his ability to snobbishly look at the mother.
"Just give me my money back, you can have your empty box, and everyone is satisfied.--"
"No"
"I'm not satisfied, I want at least a refund of some of my money."
"No"
"What is my son going to do with an empty box?"
"I have no idea, and it isn't my problem."
"You're a waste."
"There is the door miss, have a nice day."
"I'm well on the way. I'm not ever coming into your crap store."
She exits to her son in the car. Throws the box through the back window, and gets in the driver seat. She takes off down the road.
"Stop the car, mom!" The boy screams.
To the mother's protests and attempt to lock the door, the boy climbs out and scurries toward a dumpster behind the toy shop. By the time mother gets out of the car and finds her son, he has retrieved what caught his eye. A large wooden crate with a large T on the side.
4
By the time he caught his breath, the collision had occurred roughly one hundred feet above his head. The trees scattered the light creating rays, and a brilliant effect of running through stars. He saw where the west light had fallen, beyond two trees a few yards away. It had dimmed, weakened from the events occurring previously. The man cautiously approached the fading light, walking on uncovered ground, lest not to startle the being.
Only a few feet now. He can see the ground where it lay.
The glowing light was no larger than a fist, yet was vibrant as a well fueled torch.
As he pushed aside the brush, he knelt to a knee just over the source. It moved.
June 2, 2009
The Box I
The Box I
Unedited, fresh from the disturbed mind of Darren Jaworski.
1
"So what's in the box?"
"That's for you to decide," was the reply from his mother.
2
They're taking it down the canal. Pushing the swamped roofs of two centuries past, the man in lead has done this before. Calmed by the whooshing of the high tide, gossiped about by closing windows. The other man is motionless. Watching the next turn.
The case is at the bow of the boat, the lead mid, and the lagging man in relapse behind the two. The bottle makes a similar sound to the water on the buildings they pass. Almost there.
3
"It isn't a puppy."
She laughs. "No, it is not a puppy."
4
A man stands at the end of pier, he will be the one to throw the rope. Tethering the boat, the two men disembark, greet the pier man properly, and unload the box from the bow. The lead is first, grasping the handle firmly and waiting for his stumbling companion. The latter finds the weight considerably heavier than the first. He finds footing on the dock, and the two walk the box to a waiting cart.
The two silhouettes walk from the dock, one walking the cart. They stop at the first firm footing. The last building had cleared their pathway into the back alley to their left.
5
"I'm going to my room."
"Dinner is in 30 minutes."
6
The two are alone. Sitting in the alley, occasionally looking in each eyes. The bottle goes up, then down again on the box top. Their wait is benign, yet unforgiving....
A changing light shapes its way into the alley's opening. Both men are eager, and perk. This is their shape. The box is now in motion again. They take it to across a bridge, then further through the city outskirts. A man waves to them from his stoop.
1.1
The boy sits in his room, staring at the box. Inconspicuous enough, as it contains no discernable marks of any kind, other then wear. His brother is, lying silent. Covered in brown paper, the box resembles a cereal box. That perfectly proportioned rectangular shape.
Placing the box on his desk, just in front of his wooden dinosaur model. He sits in the chair at the desk. Waits. There could be a puppy in there.
1.2
"Welcome gentlemen."
"We have no time, sir," retorted the man as he lowered the bottle.
1.3
He is reminded of his last birthday party. The other boys sitting around a table, awkwardly listening to his mother on the phone. She was crying like when they visited the home where he last saw grandpa. It was that same cracking voice, same desperate breathing. The box was unemotional.
To imagine the fate of his life was beyond his years. The subtle movement of time would grab him every now and then, whispering to him with that same desperation as his mother's crying. Today was his birthday.
1.4
"Can you believe they found giant fossils at Stonesfield?"
"Where is your wife?"
2.1
The bottle rests in his coat pocket as he splays the box on the ground. The weight has obviously taken it's toll, as evidenced by his sweaty brow. A moment later he will be joking with the gentleman's wife. Until then she would lay motionless.
His companion prepared the husband's expectations by taking him to another room. The man was worried, torn in belief. He would be vindicated, or disappointed soon. She will laugh again.
2.2
"Do you want to fix the dinosaur," said the boy as he held up the broken wooden rib.
No reply was audible.
2.3
Another swig from the bottle, then an intrepid hand reached for the latch on the box, as it opened the other man recoiled. The key was turned, revealing a T on the metal. After a brief respite from unhinging, both men stood above the box. The light emanating reflected in their eyes. Their face's show awe--
The woman lying in bed, hours before was death, is now laughing.
2.4
The boy opens the box by cutting the paper with the prong of a fork, removing the paper fully, then prying open the top slit. He turned it upside down. Nothing happens. He shakes it repeatedly. Frustrated, the boy looks into the box from the open side.
A metallic shimer is clinging to the inside of the box on the width side of the box. It is helped by a a piece of tape strewn across it. The boy reaches in, grabs the object and pulls it free. A key, with the letter T on it. The boy looks up at his brother, sitting motionless, as the heart monitor blinks.
Unedited, fresh from the disturbed mind of Darren Jaworski.
1
"So what's in the box?"
"That's for you to decide," was the reply from his mother.
2
They're taking it down the canal. Pushing the swamped roofs of two centuries past, the man in lead has done this before. Calmed by the whooshing of the high tide, gossiped about by closing windows. The other man is motionless. Watching the next turn.
The case is at the bow of the boat, the lead mid, and the lagging man in relapse behind the two. The bottle makes a similar sound to the water on the buildings they pass. Almost there.
3
"It isn't a puppy."
She laughs. "No, it is not a puppy."
4
A man stands at the end of pier, he will be the one to throw the rope. Tethering the boat, the two men disembark, greet the pier man properly, and unload the box from the bow. The lead is first, grasping the handle firmly and waiting for his stumbling companion. The latter finds the weight considerably heavier than the first. He finds footing on the dock, and the two walk the box to a waiting cart.
The two silhouettes walk from the dock, one walking the cart. They stop at the first firm footing. The last building had cleared their pathway into the back alley to their left.
5
"I'm going to my room."
"Dinner is in 30 minutes."
6
The two are alone. Sitting in the alley, occasionally looking in each eyes. The bottle goes up, then down again on the box top. Their wait is benign, yet unforgiving....
A changing light shapes its way into the alley's opening. Both men are eager, and perk. This is their shape. The box is now in motion again. They take it to across a bridge, then further through the city outskirts. A man waves to them from his stoop.
1.1
The boy sits in his room, staring at the box. Inconspicuous enough, as it contains no discernable marks of any kind, other then wear. His brother is, lying silent. Covered in brown paper, the box resembles a cereal box. That perfectly proportioned rectangular shape.
Placing the box on his desk, just in front of his wooden dinosaur model. He sits in the chair at the desk. Waits. There could be a puppy in there.
1.2
"Welcome gentlemen."
"We have no time, sir," retorted the man as he lowered the bottle.
1.3
He is reminded of his last birthday party. The other boys sitting around a table, awkwardly listening to his mother on the phone. She was crying like when they visited the home where he last saw grandpa. It was that same cracking voice, same desperate breathing. The box was unemotional.
To imagine the fate of his life was beyond his years. The subtle movement of time would grab him every now and then, whispering to him with that same desperation as his mother's crying. Today was his birthday.
1.4
"Can you believe they found giant fossils at Stonesfield?"
"Where is your wife?"
2.1
The bottle rests in his coat pocket as he splays the box on the ground. The weight has obviously taken it's toll, as evidenced by his sweaty brow. A moment later he will be joking with the gentleman's wife. Until then she would lay motionless.
His companion prepared the husband's expectations by taking him to another room. The man was worried, torn in belief. He would be vindicated, or disappointed soon. She will laugh again.
2.2
"Do you want to fix the dinosaur," said the boy as he held up the broken wooden rib.
No reply was audible.
2.3
Another swig from the bottle, then an intrepid hand reached for the latch on the box, as it opened the other man recoiled. The key was turned, revealing a T on the metal. After a brief respite from unhinging, both men stood above the box. The light emanating reflected in their eyes. Their face's show awe--
The woman lying in bed, hours before was death, is now laughing.
2.4
The boy opens the box by cutting the paper with the prong of a fork, removing the paper fully, then prying open the top slit. He turned it upside down. Nothing happens. He shakes it repeatedly. Frustrated, the boy looks into the box from the open side.
A metallic shimer is clinging to the inside of the box on the width side of the box. It is helped by a a piece of tape strewn across it. The boy reaches in, grabs the object and pulls it free. A key, with the letter T on it. The boy looks up at his brother, sitting motionless, as the heart monitor blinks.
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