season of anger, season of fast breaks and slow cards

Assorted goings-on:

"Unharvest," a new poem by gretacabrel at Thirteen Myna Birds

Great match between Berdych and Nadal last night (Indian Wells quarterfinal). They are two of the fittest guys on the tour, and the shotmaking got crazy-good, including an exchange of smashes in the tiebreak.

Covering the overnight shift at Room in the Inn tonight. I love it when the guys and I can spend the evening watching sports on TV - yay for March Madness!

Via lore: manga collector sentenced to six-month term; Digital Manga and other publishers/distributors canvassed for responses

The proceeds from BPAL's Fifteen Painted Cards from a Vampire Tarot (inspired by the Neil Gaiman short story) are donated to the The Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.

There's a poem in Alison Luterman's See How We Almost Fly called "The World Card," which begins:

I always wanted the World card,
naked androgynous figure striding the globe,
adorned with laurel and lightning bolts...

and oh, how it travels, all the way to

I wanted to cross the sky and come back
bearing dead stars in my hands, fossil fuel
for poems. I wanted to inhale God's breath
till it singed my lungs; to be used up by love,
to hang from a tree by my heels.
"Be careful," the old fortune-teller advised me shrewdly
at the shop where I paid her ten bucks
to turn the deck over in her ringed, swollen fingers.
"It's not always a good thing, you know --"
but I wouldn't let her finish. I didn't want good,
good was too small. I wanted the world.