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Codes, Messages, Books And Brains

You are not your brain. Or perhaps I should say “you’re not your intellect.” Your body is not just a meat suit. And your brain is not just a wet lump in your skull.

If you internalize this, really internalize it, it will solve a lot of the problems moderns (Post-moderns?_ have interfacing with life. It might even allow you to forgive yourself for what seem like unforgivable slips from what you believe and want to be.

First, I’ll confess I suffer from a serious case of forgetting I hav...

Roll Left And Die

Years ago I wrote a post, I think at PJM — or at least I can’t find it here — about the process of “roll left and die” that magazines and book companies went through before utter collapse.

Over the years this became synonymous with Get Woke, Go Broke, but it was not actually in any way the same thing. Though sometimes, one might look like the other in end stages, which is the intention.

Confused? Don’t be. Let me describe the process of roll over and die, first in metaphor, then in a m...

Ring The Bell

Being a time traveler — by virtue of having been born and raised in a culture that’s the equivalent of an old lady leaving in a house stuffed with the nicknacks last six generations and unwilling to even dust much less throw anything away — I remember bells as a method of communication.

Mind you I never learned what the bells meant, partly because I assumed if it was vital, the radio would tell me, partly because I was a kid, which emans the things that the adults knew were a mystery rese...

Book Promo And Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike

Book promo

*Sarah Update: The promo post is late, because I forgot my implements to log into the promotion email. While I could have done it with friends’ and relatives’ books, it’s not what I was sent, and someone might have sent me something that needs prompt attention. So I decided to postpone till today.
Also, just as a “oh, yeah” I’m either sick again,or more likely have a wicked case of upper respiratory allergies. More likely, because every time I go to Kansas City and stay overnight ...

Jiggity JIG

Jiggity Jig, home again.

The Chicago Boyz “do” was interesting and fun. It gave me ideas for things to do to (with) the Huns in a series of weekend get togethers, in various localles, when things are a leetle (truly, just a little) more settled, and we’re past this winter, just in case this winter is… interesting in the wrong ways.

I’ll add it’s very weird to find myself a celebrity.

Also, I forgot my authenticator dongle, so I couldn’t get into the book promo email (in case you won...

The Kids Are All Right

We’re all time travelers.

Some years ago I was talking to a friend who is on the left, and telling him that I didn’t see this “racism” people kept ranting about. He proceeded to go on a rant about his childhood and how segregated it was and…

Well, He’s my age. Back then he was talking about times fifty years in the past, in one — still — of the whiter areas of this country. So, well, duh. But, you know, it’s been a while. And I had kids, and was watching them grow up, and most of them ...

Okay, That Is DONE.

I’m alive and well. Bowl of Red is off to betas.

This means I wrote 15k words these last two days, because I had to delete some stuff from the end, which will be a free novella coming soon to my newsletter subscribers! (Ah!)

Now I’m going to do weekend-like activities.

Running Blind – A Blast from the past January 23, 2013

*Sorry, I’m trying to fix BOR, and under the gun time wise. AND a bunch of you — glares — hijacked me into a talk of publishing, which took hours. (You only get away with it, because y’all are cute.) So, blast from the past. -SAH*

Running Blind- A Blast from the past January 23, 2013

We all have blind spots.  And some blind spots are universal, particularly in these days of fast change.

I realized this as I was thinking of one of the back-list short stories I brought out under Goldpo...

I Come to Praise Work

I’ll start by admitting that I’m broken. I’m one of those people who has to work. Mostly because when I don’t, I get bored.

I remember the lovely Summer vacations that were three months and sometimes six during revolutionary times when teachers went on strike or the school flooded and there was no money to fix it. (A couple of years I was still on vacation during my birthday, in November.)

The first two or three weeks — I scheduled — were for re-reading old favorites and reading al...

No Man’s Land

Attention please. May I have the attention of the room?

Yes, what I have to say is pretty darn important. Mostly because if y’all keep doing this loop, it’s a waste of time, effort and lives. Secondarily because it pisses me off. (And nobody wants that.)

This morning a young friend did the “We can’t abandon education. It’s this bad because we abandoned it, and the left loves a vacuum.” I hadn’t had coffee yet, and I about put my head through my desk. (This is very bad.)

No, he’s not...