Tremble Pass

We were joined in our loss and alienation like an anchor of solidarity;
sinking.

In the drift
you said you’ll never make it out without me.
And when I cured and turned and left,
I couldn’t have known then
how much I would miss your arms around me now.

Flip an Element

CSS class to flip an element horizontally:

.flip-horizontal {
	-moz-transform: scaleX(-1);
	-o-transform: scaleX(-1);
	-webkit-transform: scaleX(-1);
	transform: scaleX(-1);
	filter: FlipH;
	-ms-filter: "FlipH";
}

Vertically:

.flip-vertical {
	-moz-transform: scaleY(-1);
	-o-transform: scaleY(-1);
	-webkit-transform: scaleY(-1);
	transform: scaleY(-1);
	filter: FlipV;
	-ms-filter: "FlipV";
}

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Diebmädchen

I saw you across the street today. You dyed your hair red. The lines in your face are so much deeper now. Your determined gait remains unchanged; the same as last I saw you when we were just twenty three years old. I was surprised to see you, but somehow I’ve always seen you. This afternoon it just materialized for those few moments. As I watched you walk away, I tried to think of some catalyzing memory but all I could see was your naked body on the floor of my rented room at Columbia. There wasn’t a bed, not even a mattress. But you were there and you were mine. And later on those nights, the descending sun and cool breeze coming down on the Hudson would have us retreat under the wool hitchhiking blanket that we bought from the Indians in Arizona. And you whispered sweet lies to me. And I believed them. Because I thought it would never end.

California for Yourself

All of the feelings that I know you’ve never felt
And all of the simple words you never said
I want you to keep them like a secret to yourself…

They’re not for me.

I want you to wander silent past my outstretched arms.
I want you to hide yourself from all I see.
And though my heart will fight until its dying breath…

You’re not for me.

— Delta Spirit

White Sands

Haunt me down in the white sands.
Haunt me ’til I’m home.
Healer, heal me with all your hands.
Let the big sky bring the ghost.
Oh, the wild in your eyes I have known.
Blue prim.
Violin.
And 101.

Black water river.
Cobble stone street.
See these crowns,
Are white stains on my teeth.

Just a couple of kids.
Hungry for everything.
Honey, that little girl
Is still alive inside me.

Having too much beneath
The scorpion tree.
Another hand
Holding you to sleep.
Oh, California,
You always keep ’em easy.
A sun-kissed silhouette.
In need of nothing.

Haunt me down in the white sands.
Haunt me ’til I’m home.
Healer, heal me with all your hands.
Let the big sky bring the ghost.
California, keep the wild as gold.
Blue prim.
Violin.
And the 101.

— Mount Moriah

Tell Me Ness

Do you know who I am?
Because I’ve been dying to know.
Sometimes our place in paper.
Sometimes our place in sound.
Tell me all your broken secrets.
Tell me broken haste to know.
Tell me your regrets tomorrow.
Now distills the never known.

Find if a Child Element Has Focus

var hasFocus = !! ($elem.find(':focus').length > 0);

Detecting child focus with focusout jQuery event, setTimeout is required to wait for next element in the DOM to receive focus:

$focusElem.on('focusout', function() {
	var $elem = $(this);
	setTimeout(function() {
		var hasFocus = !! ($elem.find(':focus').length > 0);
		if (! hasFocus) {
			// Handle blur here.
		}
	}, 10);
});