In this town, a man is known not by who he is, but by what he does. He is remembered for the final product of his creative output. It is not enough that you make music. You must make enough of it that people enjoy your work and carry your name banner into the field. …
Author Archives: Shawn
Working Up My Chops
1/3 lb Center-cut pork chop (5/8″ will do) Dust with seasoning salt Rub on dollops of chili powder Season with thyme, basil, oregano. Pepper to taste. Flip and repeat for second side. Pan fry in olive oil; sear both sides of chop for 30 seconds before continuing to fry. Flip occasionally to prevent chop from …
Holy Marketrix, Daftman!
So I got shown up. I had the strange fortune the other evening to share my table in a crowded coffeeshop with an interesting woman. She needed a place to sit, she asked, I offered the other half of my table. I noticed that her laptop was festooned with a menagerie of Drupal stickers, Drupal …
In Which the Fool Admits Defeat on the Fields of Dreams
So I’ve come to an internal agreement. Actually, it’s more like an admission of defeat. Either that, or it’s a sudden ability to see that the easist path has been plainly in front of me the whole time. Call it what you want, but I ain’t happy about it. See, for the past eleventy-thousand years, …
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Eyes in the Shadow
I think I’ve always had a touch of paranoia, even as a kid. What started as an open trust in the benevolence and altruism of humanity turned into a self-protective distrust of those who would seek to hurt me. Throwing myself into the religion of love did nothing to turn me right again. In fact, …