Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Category: Energy

Hobbies and creative pursuits that re-energize me.

  • Wraiths

    We are the wraiths floating in the shadows, keeping the monsters off the path. Our souls are bare and tattered, the memory of a form. You marvel at what was lost to carry out this task, But perhaps we took the work because our souls were already worn.

  • Please Wait, Death Is Loading

    Ms. A was brought in from a nursing facility by the transport team my first week of ICU rotation. I had no idea what I was doing and my first thought was, “she looks old, I hope she doesn’t code before someone else gets here.” She was around 95 years old and had the kind…

  • Chatter

    People are talking. I see them smiling and hear the rise and fall of their laugher, their voices flowing around me as I slip soundlessly through the moving clusters. They seem so excited, but I cannot fathom what new information they have to share or plan or communicate–perhaps nothing at all. I know the exercise…

  • Library of the Heart

    Some hearts hold open books, hiding their secrets in the space between words. Others protect them between heavy covers, firmly closed. My heart has no book at all, because  One by one, I tore out the pages,  Sealed each into envelopes, scattered by the wind, Such that nobody— Could ever find— Them all.

  • Why, Thank You

    This morning I made a choice. I smiled to myself because I thought it was clever and in that moment it made me happy, but as the hours passed other things demanded my attention until eventually I forgot. Tonight, you noticed.  You were the only one. You do that one thing, not to be noticed…

  • Retro-Futurism

    In ghosts of futures past we see The twilight of our memories, Now through aging scanner darkly Once bright with possibilities. In the shape of things to come, Insightful probing of primordium While Darkness’ hand reaches sinistra– Will our consciousness succumb?

  • Not Today

    He wasn’t a meathead, but he enjoyed his time at the gym. Thirty minutes cardio, thirty of weights, slowly inching toward the manly figure he wanted to see in the mirror. He peeled off his sweat-soaked clothes, shirt clinging stubbornly to his back, and stepped into the shower. He breathed in sharply as the cold…

  • HTPC: XBMC on Ubuntu Minimal

    I wrote this article up a while back, and since then, I’ve switched to OpenELEC, which really is the way to go for an XBMC-only computer setup. However, in case it helps anybody, here’s what I was doing last fall. It can be tough when you’re trying to get something working under a specific set…