In Neal Stephenson’s epic sci-fi novel “Cryptonomicon”, we read of a character in one of the modern timelines who is a techie and a new business owner. This guy has a running gag where he has an app he wrote that sits in his PC’s toolbar that checks his bank accounts and his investments and …
Category Archives: Prose
Eros: Miss, I’m Sore
I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Plug
So much artistic, emotional, creative constipation. Hoping for the right stool softener the break through so I can make the best shit in my life. Instead, clenching, hoping for diamonds.
Turning Cranks With No Thanks
I have seen the greatest minds of my generation copied, co-opted, ripped off, written over, memified, stolen, and misapplied whenever they put their best efforts into the work they post on the internet. I have no illusions that my own work has become grist for the mill. I’ve seen it. Most of my readers are …
Unpunched
Waiting at the station 10 years for the train to come. One finally breezes into the station. I say, “whoa, you’re too fast!” “Yeah, but I’ll get you there sooner for a cheaper fare!” she says. “No transfers.” I reply, “but I’m scared of losing my ticket. I’ll wait for the next train.” “Alright. Sorry …