General madness

NaNoWriMo

Yes, that’s right.  I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year.  For those of you who didn’t click on the link, it stands for the National Novel Writing Month.  Each year in November, writers both professional and aspiring sign up and set themselves a goal – to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. If that seems like a lot to you, it’s because it is.  That works out to 1,667 words each day.  Since one page with 12 point,...

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Writer does not necessarily equal Wordsmith

I’m a writer who doesn’t play scrabble… never been good at plucking words out of letters given to me.  (Thin air is a different story.  pun intended.)  SO anyway I’ve never played these online scrabble games.  I think I know why.  The computer scientist in me says I can generate a list of words, create a file, and search it with simple regular expressions… bam, pow, I’d rock the casbah. Except that’s...

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Joining the 21st Century

So I made the plunge this weekend and joined the Twitterverse. I know, I know… where the hell have I been? (Somewhere in the back mountains of Patagonia, apparently.)  Of course, of the first 8 people who followed me (actually, as I write this, 14 hours or so after writing, there are only 6) two were immediately recognizable as spam.  I’m 90% sure that four of the remaining are, as well. But that’s sort of the way of the...

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Happy New Year!

Well, you sweaties, it’s Christmas Eve Eve.  The year has, as it does every year at this time, come to a conclusion.  Though there are ways in which this year has not lived up to its full potential, in many ways – dare I say most ways – it is a very satisfying conclusion to a good year.  If you’ll be so kind as to indulge me, I’d like to point out some of the memorable points that made this year special to me....

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People say the strangest things

My wife Denise and I were walking along the beach the other night when we encountered a group of people hanging out near the swinging rings.  We stopped to get some water at the drinking fountain, and I greeted a little boy, perhaps 4 or 5 years old, as he walked by. “Hello, shorty,” I said.  He eyeballed me but said nothing as he scampered past the fountain, then turned back once he’d reached the other side. “My name is...

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Brotherly love

I have two younger brothers, as I’ve mentioned before; Will* is about 5 years younger than me, and Michael* is two years younger than him.  We’re all great friends, but as children that brotherly love was often expressed in ways that might make some people’s eyebrows raise – well, people who were only children, anyway.  Anyone with siblings knows the deal; your brothers and sisters are there to pester, harass, annoy, and...

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