Act of volition, act of contrition
“Mommy, I accidentally hit Andrew on purpose.” Sobbing, sobbing.
The conflicted emotions of a rambunctious 3½-year-old.
“Mommy, I accidentally hit Andrew on purpose.” Sobbing, sobbing.
The conflicted emotions of a rambunctious 3½-year-old.
Recently this blog (and my Flickr account) turned 20 years old, forever in Internet years. I went back through it all, retracing digital footprints made on what feels like a different planet. Here are some highlights.
A roughly monthly exploration of places in horror fiction — real or imagined, geographical or psychological — culled from The Heavy Leather Horror Show.
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How I hauled myself, two teens, an 80 lb dog, and a whole load of crap 4000+ miles across six states in twenty days using an electric vehicle. And survived to tell the tale.
Stuff I’ve found interesting from around the web lately.
On a trip to visit my son recently I spotted a number of birds sitting on what I think were power cables strung across the highway. (Perhaps they were looking out for wildfires.) I was immediately reminded of a musical stave, with the resting birds as notes. So I played them. Here’s what they sound […]
Continue ReadingPrefer to listen to this post? You’re in a box. It’s dark. There’s only one thing to focus on. You really can’t make noise. Are you in a coffin or are you in a movie theater? Greetings, travelers! And welcome to the first itinerary where we really don’t go anywhere. Or rather, the places we’ll […]
Continue ReadingPrefer to listen to this post? This week our journey isn’t about where we’re going, my tireless travel companions, it’s how. I’m a train nerd, not quite what is somewhat derisively called a “foamer” (that is, someone who foams at the mouth at the sight of unique rolling stock) more like a casual trainspotter. My […]
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