About Thaddaeus Edwards

The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things, of shoes of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.

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  • Thaddaeus shared from Lilith's Brood: Dawn, Adulthood Rites, and Imago by Octavia E. Butler
    “Why should you have a Nigerian name? Is one of your parents Nigerian?” “It means hero. If you put an s on it, it means brave boy. I’m
    Note: Akin reveals the Yoruba origins of his name.
  • Thaddaeus shared from MEDICAL DISPATCHES | Sex and the Superbug in the Reporting & Essays section of The New Yorker by Jerome Groopman
    No cases have yet been reported in the U.S., but resistant gonorrhea is likely to arrive and spread long before physicians and the C.D.C. recognize it; some public-health officials predict that in five to eight years the superbug will be widespread.
    Note: drug resistant gonorrhea is on the rise
  • Thaddaeus shared from Serenity Found: More Unauthorized Essays on Joss Whedon's Firefly Universe (Smart Pop series) by Jane Espenson
    I felt as though I’d been speared through the heart myself. The rest of the movie happened, the survivors of Serenity fought the good fight, and the Big Story ended Big, just as it should have. But I was still in Serenity’s cockpit, with Wash, a mantra repeating in my head. He is not dead. I do not accept that. Something will happen. Something will bring him back. He. Is. Not. Dead.
    Note: Yeah, me too.
  • Thaddaeus shared from Best New Zombie Tales, Vol. 1 by Jeff Strand, Bev Vincent, Gord Rollo, Kim Paffenroth, Brian Knight, Ray Garton, James Roy Daley, Kealan Patrick Burke, Jonathan Mayberry
    Nowhere People GARY McMAHON
    Note: Anti-immigrant zombies
  • Thaddaeus shared from Zone One: A Novel by Colson Whitehead
    The Coakley was the other prize. Although named after its creator, it was a government asset from ignition switch to heat sensor. The incinerator had been jerry-rigged for mobility, and the rear loader was obviously a late addition—the rough metal in coarse contrast to the gleaming silver body—but its original purpose remained. It burned things. Here, it burned the bodies of the dead with uncanny efficiency, swallowing what the soldiers fed into it and converting it to smoke, fly ash, and a shovelful of hard material too stubborn to be entirely consumed. Hearts, mostly. That thick muscle.
    Note: Thank you, Return of the Living Dead.
(Durham, NC)
Thaddaeus Edwards
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