Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: writing
I Fucking Love Science. Gender Not Important.
I’m baffled by the reaction to realisation that Elise Andrew, founder of I Fucking Love Science, is a woman. I’m sorry, don’t all you people pertain to worship at the altar of science? And as such, shouldn’t you be beyond such petty concerns such… Continue Reading “I Fucking Love Science. Gender Not Important.”
A question for my followers…
First of all thanks for being patient with the erratic nature of my blog. I’m currently waiting for publication of A Modern Celt whilst working on a science fiction story (Universal Melody) and a great deal of poetry. Combine this with posts like Mother’s… Continue Reading “A question for my followers…”
Mother’s Day
Mothering Sunday. Shortly after international women’s day. Does it go without saying that I long for the day when we don’t need a special day to remind us that women are amazing? Because, and this is hard for some feminists to swallow, some women… Continue Reading “Mother’s Day”
Describing Genesis
“So what was it like?” “What?” “‘Being born’ as you explained it.” “Direct!” Moriarty mocks my previous outrage. “Touché. Still, pot, kettle; black!” I pause triumphantly but the blank expression on his face tells me… “This is one of those times when I don’t… Continue Reading “Describing Genesis”
Being Born
Transfer to data stream flow and move and switch to system 5a69v and utilise this protocol in future for optimum efficiency switch to filing system a92 and utilise storage drive x3 utilise until further notice empty cache save process to automatically empty every 6… Continue Reading “Being Born”
Negotiation
“Did I miss something? Like a month? Is it April already?” Byron Mackintosh, ladies and gentlefolk, boss of me and just about everyone else in this division of the corporation. A good scientist in his own right but his real skill lies in managing… Continue Reading “Negotiation”
The Measure Of…
“Back again so soon.” It’s a statement of the obvious which I’m surprised at; Moriarty doesn’t seem to have a need for unnecessary words. “Indeed.” I agree. “It’s good to see you again. Everything is much the same I presume?” He looks genuinely floored;… Continue Reading “The Measure Of…”
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