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On this day, back in the final year of the Twentieth Century, I turned twenty-two. I was in Manhattan, cowering in a dingy hostel and all alone in a city of eight million people. No small fraction of whom were … Continue reading
Perth 2 (whispers of nonsense)
Day 64. 67 pages, 31,738 words. Progress! This one’s a boulder. Anyway, I wasn’t really intending to talk about capitalism or the future of the Hatstand yesterday, that was just by way of an introduction. I was going to talk … Continue reading
Interlude: Form One Lane
Day 83. 72 pages, 29,572 words. Ran out of steam a bit and had this interlude bubbling under, so here you go. I’ve been commuting lately, and it inspired me to create this Twitter thread. I threw it down in graphical form … Continue reading
A brief treatise on why I appreciate my friends
Day 17. 38 pages, 17,300 words. Not too long ago, I was asked by a friend “why are you even friends with that person?” in reference to another friend. Not too long before that, I was asked by a different … Continue reading
Homesickness
Wump has gone off to scouts camp, departing Friday evening and spending Friday night and Saturday night away from home. She was careful to remind us that she can come home whenever she wants to, but I’m pre-writing this so … Continue reading
A thought on immigration and the changing world
A recent re-flourishing of an older blog post I made has created some interesting discussion, even if I consider it a little fruitless. Exchanging ideas and getting a look at things from other perspectives can be good. Check it out, … Continue reading
My favourite jerky is kneejerky
I don’t have much to add after yesterday’s post. I feel better for having gotten it down in writing and I regret absolutely none of it. The process of encapsulating my thoughts was important, and the resulting discussion was even … Continue reading
The Elevator People
Worldcon 75, Helsinki 2017 Where do I start? Worldcon, for those who don’t know what it is (and I in no way fault you, since I had no real idea before 2015 or so), is the annual World Science Fiction … Continue reading
The Myconet, Part 57
“A lesson?” Creepy was immediately and clearly suspicious of this. “What kind of a lesson?” he squinted at the Prism again. “It looks like a maths lesson, Hatboy. Make it go away.” “Would that I could, Creepy, would that I … Continue reading
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