On a whim, she decided right then to start teaching me to read, and in short order unleashed the hack writer before you now. Continue reading »
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I wasn’t even planning on driving down to Austin for South by Southwest this year. I’d been to the event in 2011 and 2012, and the second time was largely an exercise in frustration. One year seemed to make a huge difference in the number of cars and degree of chaos. So I swore off returning for that particular reason. But certain things came together recently to compel me anyway, especially the invitation of a friend from Finland, so down I ventured. In some respects, I wish I hadn’t. Continue reading »
Bradbury’s evocative visuals in Rocket Summer led me as a twelve-year old to imagine that anyone could assemble a space-worthy vehicle with the right parts and know-how. Like many in the 1970s who got caught up in the great Space Race, I had a reasonable understanding of propulsion and was not remotely dissuaded by the fact that all of my homemade missiles had exploded on the launchpad.
Surely I just needed the proper materials; Mom’s rich assortment of household chemicals labeled Flammable! Danger! Explosive! just weren’t doing the trick, no matter how many I mixed together. Continue reading »
I intend to start by publishing ebooks on Amazon, and from there who knows. I anticipate that the first release will be Downtime, a dystopic tale about survivors of a destructive planetary shift in the future.
I’m presenting a draft of Downtime’s introduction here for your critical pleasure. Feedback is welcome; note that this portion is mostly solidified but subject to tweaking and tightening (some passive voice needs attention, for one).
I will be sharing the full version with a select few after completion of the first draft. I will especially be needing guidance on Finnish culture and dialog. Continue reading »
Speaking of machines… one of the toughest concessions I made due to marriage was choosing automotive practicality over preference. I’ve always been a utility or sports vehicle guy. But there’s nothing remotely sporty about the white, under-powered 1980 Oldsmobile Cutlass I drove with gritted teeth during the halcyon years of married life. The idiot who eventually stole it removed a huge albatross from my pack-animal neck. Continue reading »
Impatient and lacking in funds, I got real resourceful at finding deals. Many items were of their previous generation; new enough to work for me but often heavily discounted. Ebay was, unsurprisingly, a great place to shop. So was Pricewatch. Continue reading »