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Once upon a time, I was obsessive about keeping, literally, everything I created. Every email. Every Usenet thread. Every article. Every assignment. Every. Single. Item. It was how I reminded myself who I was in a world ever ready to try and overwrite me to their own ends. I think it was about 2011 when […]
When I was a kid, everyone was excited and happy about going to the moon and how the future was going to be automatic joy and robotic service and intellect more powerful than our own, the inhuman intelligence of science and technology, were going to make our future perfect. I resist the temptation to whiplash […]
In the mythical warehouse containing the carefully archived tales of the collection that is my “Book of Life”, there is hidden a metaphorical space. It twinkles in and out of being as if primordial dark matter; my own Brigadoon, carefully negotiated over time for scheduled appearances, and allotted a certain, stipulated number of annual “Get […]
When I was very little, a young robin, confused by the sunlight on glass, flew into my great-grandparents sliding patio door and broke it’s neck. I didn’t see it happen, but I heard the thunk and got up from the blocks I was playing with to go and look. I did not understand the concept […]
I know I was not a perfect parent.I know I am not a perfect person.I know I now live the story through ancestor eyes. The song lyric goes, “Every generation, blames the one before, and all of their frustrations, come beating at your door…” The sad truth is, you can only grasp this vista from […]
She was tired. I could tell by her drooping mouth and the careless slinging of shoes there was no love in the house tonight. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter to me. I was strong, I was smart, I had my own room and my own radio and I didn’t need her to talk to […]