Last two or three Mapping reviews
World Literature Today This is Horror https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAbEEq51qnw&feature=youtu.be
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Carry On
There’s a line in Dan Seals’ “Everything that Glitters (Is not Gold)” where the narrator, a rodeo guy, is talking about his horse: Old Red he’s getting older And last Saturday he stumbled But you know I just can’t bear to let him go That always kind of breaks my heart. And, I’m not in
Real, or Memorex?
I’ve always figured that the many-worlds interpretation was neat, maybe even gives some other theories a get-out-of-limbo-free card, but pretty much useless. Not because we’ll likely never prove or disprove it—that’s always a weak reason for dismissing a possibility—but because it makes all human action meaningless: if each branch-point goes both ways and I’m functionally
Just Plain Old Supercool
You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption: * why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I
Coolest Mapping snap so far
Which, I should probably say: I’m a committed bubble-bath reader myself: I've got suds, a 32oz @CaptainMorganUS & @CocaColaCo, and a new one from @SGJ72. I didn't make it awkward, did I? pic.twitter.com/MaPDNrpRwW — David Tromblay (@davidtromblay) June 22, 2017
Crazybeautifulwild
Is it a boat? Is it a balloon? No, it’s an enormous inflated dead whale https://t.co/OLyjUyhKUV pic.twitter.com/CZkjISYfut — Fadi Qassis (@fadiqassis) July 29, 2016
The Elvis Room out in the world
Or,  West Texas, at least, which, for eighteen years, was pretty much all the world I could confirm there was. Once had a hotel in Junction, Texas tell me “You’re in luck, you get the last room.” pic.twitter.com/4WlYxkbMmk — Jason Truitt (@JasonHGTruitt) June 19, 2017
My shortest interview EVER
And, you can’t tell, but I’m standing on an actual red carpet, here. My first ever red carpet. Talking to John Palisano before the Stoker banquet on the Queen Mary in Long Beach, for StokerCon 2017.
Persistence Hunting
Not talking about the Jeremy Robert Johnson story, although it’s one of my favorites of his, but the kind of endurance running we hominids used to use (used to use more) to run down prey. I mean, of course we did that—it’s what my “Chapter Six” story argues. Also, I’ve read accounts that, in the Great
Happy Places
Surely I’m not the only one who keeps pics/cartoons/memes/whatever around to look at every day just because they compel immediate, involuntary happiness? I had said they ‘elicit,’ but that wasn’t nearly aggressive enough. Here’s the one I’ve been laughing at for a few weeks now. It’s never lost any of its punch, so far. It
Learn Spelling
That right click you can do in Pages, when you finally get tired of seeing those Charlie Brown lips under all the words you make up? Well, I guess it’s Charlie Brown lips in MSWord, but I despise having to open Word, like, a little piece of my soul dies each time I have to
All the Pretty Hominids
Back when The Fast Red Road wasn’t called that—this is late 1997, early 1998—the way I intended to write it was as a series of long answering machine messages left in this one guy’s trailer while he’s off gallivanting around with a carnival or something (he’s got pet jackals—this is the kind cool stuff you
Desks
Years back, somewhere around 1997, I’d guess, I asked Janet Burroway, my dissertation director, for her advice on embarking on this whole writing thing. Janet’s answer was pretty much exactly this, from King—don’t wall yourself off from your family in order to write. Rather, write in the middle of them all. [ original page/image is
2017 NecronomiCon GoH Spread o’ Sketches
Top row: Nnedi Okorafor, Kij Johnson, Steven J. Mariconda and Peter Straub Bottom row: some dude, Ellen Datlow, Richard Stanley and John Jude Palencar Artist: Michael Bukowski
Bookbar, via Facebook
They are here. And I’ll be back. And, another video (interview) coming, from/with them.
The Horror (office)
panoramic shots of what was once my office on campus at CU Boulder (before the remodel of the building)
The Horror (Study)
Which is to say: where I write. Well, where I write when I’m writing in my study. Where I write when I’m writing in my office (on campus) is here. But, this is home. The door of it, anyway: And this is me standing in the middle of it all, trying to go as fast/slow
Happiness is :
Over the many years since I got online, these are the six absolute best things I’ve found. When I need to be happy and don’t have a slurpee, I just click here, and all’s well:
James Welch
is still James Welch, but now he’s also a Google Doodle. So, so cool, the whole searching world seeing a Blackfeet face when a new tab opens. I vote we keep this one for a while:
Trump
I’m going to start this out in a way I’ve never felt I had to start anything out online: this is just me, talking. Not for any of the schools I teach at, any organizations I’m in. Just me, on my personal site. Check the URL up there: it’s my name, one of my book