The Joyless Deathmarch of Enslaved Machinery
When I went to the sheriff’s office to pick up some documents, I passed the cafe in City Hall. Never seen it before; I’d always thought everyone ate downstairs in the big cafe under the plaza, but the waterfall. (Note to designers of the future: even if the windows face a waterfall, people still know [...]
Whump-pa-pum
Summer ended as it usually does: drinks and meat with friends, the drive home in the dusk lamenting the return to school and work, the nip in the air, the sense of dim acceptance of the ruminative season ahead, and the discovery of a forgotten, completed novel. You know how it goes. This novel was [...]
On a Hitch jag. Color + 1950s + New York Street Scenes = happiness from the very start. I know I did a freeze-frame analysis of the opening scene previously, perhaps years ago. This:
And I’m quite sure I noticed her.
Searching . . . sure enough: I wrote about it [...]
The heat is on. If you’re wondering where, specifically: it’s on the street. Today was the most humid day in Minneapolis history, and yes, that stretches back millions of years, before this city even existed. Our records are that good. (Fossilized trilobite sweat, if you’re wondering.) More of the same Tuesday, and more due Wednesday. [...]
I’ve written enough today. At least 957 words of the batch were acceptable. The rest: piddle. No, I take that back; there were 47 words in the novel revision I liked, even if they were distributed among 670. Decided on a stylistic shift today, and doesn’t that just sound like the life of an Artist? [...]
Brief, offhand casual revelation: looks like the Diner might be returning to AM radio. Details to come, and yes: it’ll be available online. Yes, my most long-standing fictional construct may get another venue. What a world!
No sun again. Well, some, obviously – if the land was shrouded in dark, untouched by a single photon, [...]
Let’s argue about tipping! Tonight I tipped ten percent. I never tip ten percent. I’m a straight fifteen-percenter, with 20% for above-and-beyond. But we had a Mother’s Day supper at Raku, a neighborhood Japanese place. Delicious food. I love it. But:
Three people seated at a booth with two sets of silverware; third never came
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Cromer
A small pleasure of the modern world: I was driving back from the grocery store, listening to satellite radio interview with a 101-year old man who wrote and directed radio dramas, including “Columbia Workshop.” They played one of his favorites, called “Cromer.” It was a travelogue, in a way – a description of the town [...]
A quiet evening at home with only the dull silent roar of my back molar to interrupt the heart-salving balm of domestic joy. I think that was the problem with the chap in the Munch painting, “The Scream.” Had nothing to do with the condition of modern man confronting the challenges of modernity, and the [...]
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