The Man: He Resembles Both Owl AND Hobbit

Sorry it looks squished.

Someday I'm gonna have a fangirl outburst. Dread that day friends. Dread that day. 

It's weird how I already can't wait for his next work of art to be produced, published, and public-ized. Seriously, this guy is one of the most amazing artists of the century. And when I say artists, I don't even mean music. I mean artistry in the fine craft of photography and wordsmithing too. This dude is good at things. Things that I very much want to be good at. And to top if off, he still keeps his head and faithfully follows our Savior. Even when fame is a very nasty, twisted, and tangled business, he openly proclaims the truth:

http://www.ayoungblog.com/post/32385164655/to-him-be-glory-forever-and-ever

I guess this is just a re-statement of what I've said in previous posts. But why not have two more copper coins in the jar? 

Another reason to love Owl City: 

Every time I hear this it's like childhood nostalgia dances a tango straight into my ears.

^_^

G'night.

Whoa There Windspeaker!

Do I call on the wind, expecting it to howl, or do I simply want it to sweep me off my feet? Some say that you can't whistle to a thing as wild and free as it is, and then simply expect to have it at your side within the hour. But I guess I don't believe them. At any rate, I whistled and it came.

I'm one of those people you don't like to think about. Not because I'm a terrible person per se. More like because I concern you. People in general tend to become uneasy when someone unlike "normal" society is among them...and, well...I'm probably not the most normal of beings you might find in a big city like this.

But even here you have to wonder. Even here you'll find a few things under the surface that aren't quite what they seem. After all, you don't really think that the air just circulates on it's own, tunneling its way in and out of these subways like it has its own road map.
Nope.
The authorities aren't rearing to speak of it, but they really do have several Windspeakers working down in the tunnels---even the ones right beneath your feet, or the ones below Times Square itself.

Imagine it! The stations you happen to use, day in, day out, work to home and back again, are made possible only by my people. Well, it's a jolly good thing we don't require much credit or attention, otherwise you'd have a National crisis on your hands. If the Windspeakers went on strike, all the oxygen and air that reaches below would stop short, like a tab turned off. And that would be the end of something.

And the beginning of something else.

 

 

 

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I literally just had this weird inkling: A book plot which takes place in modern day about the percentage of population who can actually control wind (and windspeed). One of the jobs available to them would be to control and stabilize air content in subways (like the really big metros used in NY and DC). Without them, underground travel would be impossible.

Like I said, "weird".

 

Hmm...Dear old slapdash inspiration strikes again. Anyone wanna use my new found idea?