Monthly Archives: August 2014

Get to history class with Doctor Who! And DON’T be TARDIS!

As parents who took the active and on-purpose step of homeschooling their children, one becomes acutely aware of the creative permutations available in the process; there are brilliant thinkers out there, finding ways to hack the process into something far … Continue reading

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A Half Dome primer (if you’re going)

One thing is for certain.  Googling about hiking to Half Dome bears little resemblance to being there.  Another thing is for certain: that previous assertion cannot be made into anything more banal than it already is. Banality, however, does not … Continue reading

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Made it.

Nuff, said . . . I present: Half Dome.   Off to play with Eric Martin.  Novato.

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Yosemite, Half Dome and other rock giants

Off to presumably scale Half Dome tomorrow. Then, on saturday night, I’m sitting in on an acoustic show with Mr. Big lead singer, Eric Martin for a couple of songs. Apparently he likes the undiluted gravitas, star power and overall … Continue reading

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Comments, re-blogging, and the gratuitous traffic grab

Any engaged writer that has ever sat and Googled “How can increase my blog traffic” soon realized:  the sites you are sent to did the same thing once and figured out that making a blog about increasing web traffic does … Continue reading

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Exercise: The six-word horror story

A while back, I saw a favorite blogger of mine–someone who does what’s called an “overnight thread” make a brief pass at this subject.  It was an exercise such as this one in which a full story arc can be … Continue reading

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Robin Williams: The eyes had it.

There was always something about Robin Williams–something intangibly lurking behind the eyes that betrayed a sadness in direct disproportion to the joys he conjured in others. His face would smile, but his eyes–the EYES. They were different. They told of … Continue reading

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