Blackout

The mist behind the tires bleeds taillights into asphalt, a million man queue stretching off into the highway dark. Reds and greens melt in timelapsed exposure, testament to the very lines that slowed me, dazed and awaiting the open road.

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Why I hate James Frey

…and what that his scam-artist scheme means for literature. In case you haven’t tuned into the controversy, I’ll fill you in, but I’m not going to play journalist. James Frey, an ex-junkie, wrote a book called Million Little Pieces. He tried to publish it as fiction and

Link Roundup 2K6 1.0

–What’s your dangerous idea? [http://www.edge.org/q2006/q06_index.html] Lots of top thinkers and scientist give shout outs to their fears and premonitions. There are far too many to go into detail about them all, but lots of the highlights involve the failings of science, of

December Skies (Update)

Chapter Nine is up, which I literally finished with a cup of tea by candlelight.