Kurt R.A. Giambastiani's Blog, page 29
January 3, 2019
All Peopled Up
My end-of-year breaks are usually a grab bag of have-tos and must-dos mixed with a large amount of cocooning at home, trying to avoid both. The end of 2018, however, was a radical departure from that.
December 14, 2018
First Memories
I was three years old—it seems a world away, now—sitting in the front room, looking out the big window.
December 8, 2018
Today
Today I turned aside from tragedies and trials and sought instead quiet marvels.
December 5, 2018
Today I Am a Boy
Life always has the capacity to surprise. Sometimes the surprise is delightful, and sometimes it most definitely is not. This past weekend, life did what it does best, but thankfully this surprise was of the delightful strain, as I'm pretty sick of the other type.
November 28, 2018
Big Damn Hero — Book Review
Knowing I'm a die-hard Browncoat, you might think I'm about to go all gosh and gee-willikers about Big Damn Hero, the first official Firefly novel. And you'd be wrong.
November 21, 2018
The Girl Down the Lane
For decades now, a ginger-haired girl has lived near us. Not the same girl, mind you. We've lived in three places in the past thirty years and, at each address, a ginger-haired girl has lived a few houses down, across the street, or around the corner. There has only been one such girl living near us at any particular time, as if there is some sort of limit on how many redheads a neighborhood can sustain.
November 14, 2018
Old Man (Board) Gamer: Wu Wei
It's November, which means a lot of the Kickstarter projects I backed are shipping. Kickstarter game projects are kind of a crap shoot: most are good, a few are bad, and a select few are excellent.
November 9, 2018
The Long View Forward
I've never been one for milestone birthdays, but this one is different. It feels like a milestone, and so a few days ago I decided to just go with it.
October 30, 2018
October 25, 2018
Better Than
I simply do not understand racism. Oh, I understand that we humans like to draw distinctions, define the "Other" in the face of conflict. Such dichotomies make it easier to argue, to fight, to hate, to kill. I get that. Not a fan, but I get it. But why skin color?
