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Monthly Archives: April 2014
So I’ve been doing this for four years now, huh? Well, that’s a good thing, I think. It has been a way to keep my writing chops up — and it’s far too easy to let them go slack when the rest … Continue reading
Yesterday evening, my colleague and friend David and I headed for Real City to enjoy an evening of Chinese food, used books, and loud music. The first place we hit was the restaurant, with the somewhat nondescript name of Flaming … Continue reading
The other day, I was re-reading some stuff that had been unearthed by the move, and ran across a paperback copy of Heinlein’s The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag, a 1959 collection of stories that fall somewhere between fantasy and paranoia. … Continue reading
My mom would have been seventy today, or at least I’d like to think so. Even had violence not intervened, Mom had been ill for decades, and the decline had become continuous and steepening, even startling as I’d come home … Continue reading
This semester marked the debut of a new course in the Mondoville English program, a senior/capstone seminar. A colleague of mine was the professor of record, but at various points in the term, each of the others of us took … Continue reading
It started last week, and gets really serious next week, so I’ve been scrambling a bit, and will continue to do so. By way of an update, the Spawn made it home safely, and the rest of life continues apace. … Continue reading
For the weekend, anyway. She set out around midnight for her marching band trip to Disney World. Apparently, they’ll be playing in a parade there on Sunday. So we supplied her with enough provisions to have made Napoleon’s Retreat from … Continue reading
[…]I went for a run along the ocean… Well, along an asphalt path along the ocean. And twenty minutes in, I stopped beside some wood, you know, planks, that someone had made to spell “Bye, Kurt [Cobain].” I took a … Continue reading
My colleague and friend David Rachels has an interesting short piece at Paul D. Brazill’s blog. The subject is freedom of artistic expression, focused through the lens of the career of noir writer Gil Brewer (a subject on which David … Continue reading