Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog

No, I am not Glad

With my reputation as a life-long and somewhat outspoken liberal, some can be excused for assuming that I was glad to hear that Mr. Kirk was assassinated. This is not so. I am most definitely not glad of it.

Why We Can’t Have Anything Nice

AI; the grift that keeps on grifting. Feed it, press a button, and (in the immortal words of our president) "Bing Bong Bing," there you have it: AI slop.

Scented Pathways

I took my nose on a walk, today, and let it lead me from one memory to the next.

Dream Jobs

We all are aware of folks who are fortunate to make a living at their dream job. Usually, this is a confluence of talent and hard work and luck; we "mortals" see them as world-class athletes, renowned experts, and global celebrities.

To Old Friends

to these old eyes we none of us have aged and all are as when first we met though days and years and decades all have trundled past our feast though unforgiving fate has called a few away and left their seats unfilled and loft-bound bitterness and joy have played for us their varied minstrel […]

Old Influencers

Having been pleasantly surprised by my recent re-read of a sci-fi/fantasy series I'd loved as a teen, I decided to extend this run of good luck and re-read another series that was influential to my own writing style (when I eventually got one).

Finding My Wellspring

A friend asked the hive-mind for book suggestions to flesh out her summer reading list and (naturally) she got more titles than she could probably read in a year. … Continue reading →

Discerning Friendship—One Introvert’s Take

I’ve never had a lot of friends. My cadre of close friends in school could usually be counted on one hand. Even now my FB “Friends” list barely hits triple digits, and few of those are close friends. It takes a while for me to form a friendship with someone new, both because of my innate stand-offishness, […]

Patient 3914744

On Tuesday, I said two words that I had never spoken to anyone before. “I’m scared,” I told Matt. Matt was a giant. At 6’8” tall, with a firefighter’s physique, he was an imposing presence. He’d had to duck to enter our front door, and when he knelt down in front of the couch on […]

Anticipation

There is something special that happens, something ephemeral and transitory, when I approach the end of a good book.