It’s a Grand Ol Flag!

Something happened on day three. It wasn’t directed or organized, it just happens. American flags appeared. On door steps, on cars, on tiny pieces of paper spreading out in the grass like a blanket of republic flora. And here’s the kicker it wasn’t patriotic, at least not in the: see we are the greatest nation on earth, patriotic. It was a quite patriotic.  It was a way to show we were one. One people. Not one anger people one people who collectively were feeling loss. For a moment we stopped to reflect on what it meanings to be an American

The Day After

Sept 12th. People started showing up near ground zero. They came holding photos of sons, dauthers, wifes, husbands, lovers, and friends. The photos of them holding photos is the lasting memory I have of fall of the towers. Seeing them holding on to hope. Seeing how “have you seen my husband?” turned to “share my loss.” Death as unkind a hand as it is, is kind enough to lay witness to our passing. But to be gone, to suddenly not be, leaving no trace, that is the most unkind cut of all. Have you seen my husband he is gone.

10 Years After

It was morning on the west coast. I turned on the car radio. It was like walking into the middle of a story, or turning a corner on to a traffic accident. You know some thing wasn’t right, but didn’t know how much it was wrong. A plane has crash into the World Towers. Then a second one. It a matter of moments it went from an accident to an attack. The campus had been closed down. Everyone was sent home. I stayed in computer lab looking at the 1000s of in coming images. 9 -11 unfurled in slow motion.

The Joys Of Country Living

Last night I was typing in back room, looked up to the curtain behind the monitor. In the middle was this brown webby thing. I think how cute a frog. How the hell is it hanging on to the curtain ….. A BAT. God damn oh Oh OH. He flies straight at my head, swooshes over and across the room. All the muscle in my arm and back pulled inward, felt like I got hit with a magneto burst. I am totally freaking out, major fear factor going down here. I open the front door and he jets out. DDDDDamm.

Lazy Eye Disease

So how does this dyslexia thing work? Well thank you for asking most observant reader. IT SUCKS. I tend to drop ed and s and ing from my writing, but for added giggles and snorts these missing letters magically reappear as I am reading the text back.  Makes editing pure hell. As far as I can tell I can’t chain phonetic groups, I needed to hear a word then memorize the symbols independent of the sound. My speaking vocabulary is 20 times my reading vocabulary and 40 times what I can actually spell. Oddly enough I teach for a living.

Left in the Dessert to Die

I’m so glad to have been born at the right time (cue Paul Simon) or I’d be frying in the noon sun with all those left-hand babies. I’d like to believe a forceps deliver is the cause of my dyslexia, or some latent gene from Eurasia popped up to grace my earlier years with a lingering self doubt that could sink an average size frigate. The problem with dyslexia (other that not being about to spell it) is your smart enough to know your dumb. It took nearly 50 years to find out it was actually the other way around.

Everyone will be famous for 15 seconds

If you have been perusing these posts you may have felt an odd sense of Déjà vu. Sure Fine Whatever. Well, it’s because I’m a bit liberal in my stealing of tiny bits from pop culture from the last 100 years. There is a reason we have fair use laws. There was a reason we uses to have The Commons. I drop in references to movie lines or TV, or things written by dead authors. I know I should be citing source, I’m just plain galacticly lazy. So if you remember the source, you know I didn’t think it up.

Vanity Google

I know Google finds stuff fast, but after just four days mintisity ended up at the very top of a search. Wow. Ok, back to reality, anything connected to wordpress com is going to light up in the Google bots. And there’s the: word really doesn’t existed kind of Unicorn landscape thing. All the same it just tickles my inter Elmo. The same thing happened with libsyn when searches for the word footnote put our podcast in fifth ranking. It’s very heady, luckily if you live in Komputer Kloud KoKoland for any length of time you know all glory is fleeting.

I Got Stuff

So what do ya want to share? I got 400 stories to post. I have this story set in Las Vegas. A steampunk story about the 300 assassination attempts on Queen Victoria.  Things that make me go: What? Blinded flashes of insight into the nature of reality that waltz into my viewport while waiting for the curried chicken to arrive. If you stay tuned maximum velocity should be reached, full ADD Theater will ensue.  In the time honored way of the blogger if I stumble upon anything interesting I will post a link. Now, that wasn’t so painful to say.

RSS

Web pages have rather amorphic deadlines, RSS is all about deadlines. When we committed to producing seven shows weekly: seven shows went out weekly. I blocked out time for pre and post production. The time it takes to produce a single weekly challenge is about an hour. It become apparent that it took as much time to edit an audio of 100 words as editing a hard copy of 100 words, truth be told a bunch longer time. I have found I’ve become disciplined enough to write daily. After closing the podcasts I still have a longing to share stuff.