Memory is Such a Fickle Beast
A friend asked me what was the weirdest thing I’d ever written. The question sent me down a memory hole.
A friend asked me what was the weirdest thing I’d ever written. The question sent me down a memory hole.
I don’t mean my aspirations, wishes, hopes for life. I mean my alpha wave middle of the night dreams have changed.
Like many of you, my life has been impacted by misinformation, especially during Covid.
A discussion among authors around a list of suggested trigger warnings got me to thinking: how would the books that influenced me stack up to this list?
(Please note that although I write mostly science fiction, this post is about real world politics. Feel free to leave now).
I met an astronaut once, and it wasn’t Richard Branson.
I hope twitter never adds an edit button. The ramifications of it would probably kill Twitter.
We can all name a university that has an amazing reputation but how well does that reputation reflect the quality of their most recent graduates?
I’ve got three examples to talk about, all cases where businesses I’ve interacted with demanded far too much information from me for what they were giving.
Then there was the time we created a news network, a revolution, and a plot to kidnap a person. All because of peacocks.