Just a few steps, he said. Just a few steps to the first floor, turn right and number 7 is the second door on the right. We're open 24/7 and the combination at the front door is 3591. Scramble it... Read more →
Rachel sat at her desk wondering when, exactly, her baby brother became something she didn't understand. Sometimes the disconnect was extraordinary, as if he'd slipped and let some part of that alien human loose in front of her. The result... Read more →
It was a 280 mile commute complete with baby road rage. Baby, not fully matured lunacy road rage because we haven't been back in traffic long enough to collectively lose our shit. It's close though. Even the cyclists are working... Read more →
Rich and I weren't breathing. We'd exhausted hysterical panic and crashed through the ice. We slithered on our bellies, faces to the sky, backs to the abyss, and presented ourselves to the archangel. Michael assessed our presentation and escorted us... Read more →
There is a world in which the earth is created and carried on the back of a turtle. That might be your world, or mine, or the Lenape and Iroquois tribes; it might be entirely its own, but it isn't... Read more →
I/O -> input/output Channels. This is part of the hardware that directs traffic to and from the central brain of a computer. In the beginning the highway out only had a few destinations and the highway back, just one. When... Read more →
It started in Stamford and I do wish I had photographic evidence, if only to document the expansion. The Manga collection started early. If the kid had ten dollars, the kid had another book. In the Weston attic we left... Read more →
We climbed El Yunque, breathless and confused. The trail was peppered with signs indicating distance, but distance to what? After we passed the third of these we decided they didn't mean x kilometers to the top. It's disconcerting though, not... Read more →
July 24, 2021 Edit? Yup. Original message struck thru and pinned below. I probably should have finished the edit. This was post was published and pinned to the top of the feed sometime mid-July. Maybe a week later I unpublished... Read more →
Go: I have a fiddle, still in its case, propped on a chair to my left. I have clear instructions about what I must do and the order in which it must be done. I know I must practice moving... Read more →