The Musings of Jaime David
The Musings of Jaime David
@jaimedavid.blog@jaimedavid.blog

The writings of some random dude on the internet

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Jaime David
Jaime David
@jaimedavid27@jaimedavid.blog

Jaime is an aspiring writer, recently published author, and scientist with a deep passion for storytelling and creative expression. With a background in science and data, he is actively pursuing certifications to further his science and data career. In addition to his scientific and data pursuits, he has a strong interest in literature, art, music, and a variety of academic fields. Currently working on a new book, Jaime is dedicated to advancing their writing while exploring the intersection of creativity and science. Jaime is always striving to continue to expand his knowledge and skills across diverse areas of interest.

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  • Readers’ wildlife photos — Why Evolution Is True

    Send in your photos, please! Today we have a sequence of butterfly development taken by reader David Fuqua, whose captions are indented. My wife, Debra, and I have been staying at home like we are supposed to. We have enjoyed the opportunity to observe the life cycle of the Monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus). Debra bought […]…

  • Prepare Yourselves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon — parallax

    “The seed of revolution is repression.” Woodrow Wilson Prepare Yourselves Scions of Richard the lll, we the sheep are so tired of your eternal and turbulent days where we walk among wolves, devoured by your lies that suck the life out of us like walking through a field of mud that sucks the boots off […]…

  • Daydreamers — forgottenmeadows

  • 2020 So Far, In a Nutshell

    First, there was the possibility of war with Iran. No one knew if tensions between the two would result in conflict. Then, the Australian wilderness was on fire. It was intense. Then, there was COVID-19. Things were shutdown for months on end. Then, places in the US started to reopen at different paces. Some states…

  • Raccoons — Life Along The River

    Our mouths are full of blue corn chips when we see the hit. We pause our chewing to mumble and point out at the dark, windshield wipers batting at the rain. We are sure we saw something. Saw something rush out on the road and into the headlights of the car ahead. “Possum?” I […] Raccoons…

  • Through the Black Door — bookworm_shawn

    She was often disappointed. With the endings of films, with her relationships and all of their lackluster trimmings, and most often with herself. Yet this one shining moment, against all odds, was not to be filed away with the cancelled plans and regrettable plot twists. The door opened with the attitude of a student who […]…

  • CATHARSIS — Expressions

    CATHARSIS A dog barks somewhere down the narrow lane leading to my flat. The mind travels back in time. The bark becomes louder, more aggressive this time. 1988. I am 2 years old running down the narrow lanes of Lamma island’s swanky expat community, past the yard with the 2 huge Dobermans. “Hold my hands […]…

  • The Pact — William Barker-Writer and Philosopher

    Out in the vast beautiful sea of space, the Nicho Nebula sparkled and burnt in its celestial fire. It was an immense cloud of fiery red dust, spreading across the entire solar system that it shared with several planets, left unexplored because of the sheer hostility of their environments. The luxury cruise ship the Ivory…

  • Running Water — Laura A. Lord

    Our daughter collects boxes. Big boxes. Small boxes. Boxes with purple lids that pop off or snap open on old brass hinges. Boxes with black velvet on the sides and pale blonde ribbons around the top. Boxes with soft cotton inside and holes pierced through the lids. Boxes in pieces, scattered like cardboard confetti and […]…

  • What It Really Means to Carpe That Diem — Cristian Mihai

    In case you weren’t reminded of this fact lately, we’re all going to die. You, me, everyone you ever cared for. The people you admire will die. The richest of the rich will pretty much die. Sooner or later, even the people you can’t stand will die. When we die doesn’t really matter. But… CLICK…