silence all the gods in the hall turned to stare at Hod and Loki. None could speak. Loki, as stunned as any of them, read in their eyes that they placed full blame for what had happened on his shoulders. None would have believed that he had meant no harm. He sensed that were he to try to speak it would only break the spell that held the hall in stasis, and he would be torn limb from limb. Carefully, slowly, he edged to the door, then turned and fled. He was gone before any could think to follow.Jim Yannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04186828144085855483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760128693344504290.post-88568767586322956342010-09-11T15:08:00.000-07:002014-03-01T13:06:45.618-08:00Thought for the Day: What the Problem is with Modern American EducationI had a thought yesterday; in my Educational Psychology text, we were covering the four styles of parentinglong and unkempt, his moustache drooped as if it shared his exhaustion, and he had a five-day growth of dark beard on his face. His eyes squinted, but he tried to hide his discomfort and to appear unconcerned by the situation. His captor wore a blue United States military uniform. His hands were clenched into fists, quivering with obvious tension as he leaned over his end of the table, glowering at the captive. His collar was unbuttoned, sweat stained his armpits, and his Navy cap was tossed carelessly on the back of a chair just behind him. He, too, glistened with sweat, his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blonde</span> hair just as unkempt as that of the prisoner. He was closer to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cleanshaven</span>, however; he had only half a