Monthly Archives: July 2020
Mark Twain on Journalism
“It seems to me that just in the ratio that our newspapers increase, our morals decay. The more newspapers the worse morals. Where we have one newspaper that does good, I think we have fifty that do harm. We ought … Continue reading
How’s a man supposed to carry on after this?
I just got my hands on a copy of Byron Preiss’ The Secret, knowing full well that the one treasure nearest me has not been recovered. There’s this thing that went through my head: What if I can look at … Continue reading
Parables.
I’ve been headlong into a renaissance dip about codes and ciphers lately. I’ve gone on about this fascination numerous times on this platform, but now it’s simply become research for a book–for now. A friend of mine gifted me with … Continue reading
Jim Carrey, and the The Clutch That Is Killing Us
In the process of writing a book that draws from my own childhood experiences, I’ve been forced to try to relive the technical and informational limitations that define well over half the reason it’s worth using as the setting/plot/backdrop of … Continue reading
Yes, Minister: The Five Standard Excuses
One of my father‘s influences, was for him to constantly eschew network television in favor of PBS. of course, this is before PBS became the current PBS. This, would be where I’d discover Monty Python, Is There A Doctor In … Continue reading
How in the world am I supposed to concentrate on writing my book, when Josh Gates still has a job?
Take a look at this man. I am holding him responsible for a momentary hiccup in my creative process. And by that I mean 100 percent to blame for the fact that the only writing I’m going to accomplish tonight is … Continue reading
Chapter 1–The Mural
The mural had become a part of the background noise. Elementary schools nearly always have murals, and this one was no different. Oak Valley Elementary School’s mural was a known quantity–an accepted part of the historical record. Painted in the … Continue reading
Whoa. Seven chapters in already? Must be a stroke.
I’ve spent considerable time on this blog, not only writing a fulsome, scurvy heap of odd things, like this long-form essay about Billy Squier’s meteoric fall from musical grace, and use it basically try to foment discord, distrust, and division … Continue reading
A few of you might remember–I was intending to write a book
I have had basically three books in me that I’ve wanted to write: 1. One of them involves the Founding Fathers. 2. One of them involves blues legend Robert Johnson. 3. One of them involves a ragamuffin band of childhood … Continue reading
Master Of None 