That is, the community.
here's the #DFW weather recap & forecast including last night & into tomorrow: rain, sleet, snow, light traffic, slush, freeze, Armageddon
— Randy (@texrat) February 23, 2015
Today’s electronic immediacy though means everything is local and instant. Geographic boundaries have been replaced by ideological ones that realign our interests and attention. Thanks to the Internet, I can be a better neighbor to Timo the programmer in Finland than what’s-his-name who lives across my street.
But knowing each other’s news doesn’t necessarily put us on the same page.
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.
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.
The Internet at large seems to believe I need more help than that. Aside from ads trying to sell me what I’ve already purchased, I’m besieged by helpful spammers. Every tweet, post or article I create is apparently just another vehicle for injecting my needs into some harvesting bot stream, and boy do they capitalize on it. Reverse Tinnitus offers one email after I complained on Facebook. Brain Power Without Limits promises another.
No idea what specifically triggered the second one. It could just be my general content.
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.
I haven’t started the actual divorce process yet– been very busy preparing to prepare for it though. I envy any couples who are able to walk away from each other without any major difficulty. My adult sons aren’t a factor, but years of accumulated crap has sure become one. Hopefully the fact that I want free of it all, including our house, will help.
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.
A former coworker and longtime friend recommended I try Match.com, a site she swore had worked for her. I was leery; I’d seen too many online-instigated romances fizzle or even explode. But she ultimately convinced me and I created an account.