A seven word sentence – eight if you think “gonna” should count for two. It is my measure of my mother, the number of words she can string together into a sentence without break. The sentence does not have to make sense to me to count. It merely has to have an internal grammatical coherence, …
This did not happen at my old job:
Reichenbach Falls: Frenchman Pierre Rolland and Swiss Sebastien Reichenbach were also among those who crashed on slippery roads.
There was a weird moment this afternoon when I was writing something and needed to dig out a reference from my book. (I do this a lot. It’s all there, the book has a lot of footnotes.) For a split second I started to follow the usual path on my hard drive to the final …
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Laura Paskus did a lovely job chronicling my post-newspaper-journalism (post-journalism?) life and thinking about water and the news, no longer the old nickname – “the harbinger of doom”: “I began to realize there was this other story about people not running out of water,” he says. Locally, for example, he points to a drop in Albuquerque’s …
One of those Russian pirate sites has published a pdf of my previous book, The Tree Rings’ Tale, in the Internet. I feel that, as an author, I have now arrived: I of course will not link to the site, if you want to own a copy the honorable thing is to click on this link. …
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Walking after Christmas eve dinner, we came upon a rainbow of luminarias around the corner from our house. The luminaria is a tradition in the southwestern United States, a little paper sandwich bag with a bit of sand in the bottom to weigh it down and a candle to light the way for Christ’s spirit. …
When I was in newspaper journalism, I always viewed the holiday season as a target of opportunity. Papers were relatively fat, propped up by holiday ad content, and news was thin, so editors were desperate for copy. As the end of the year approached, I’d queue up story ideas, knowing that it was a chance …
Lissa and I were sitting this afternoon in Pat Hurley Park, up on the west mesa (best view in Albuquerque, check it out) when we heard the rumble of Harleys. A couple of dozen bikes, a full biker wedding. And, being an outlaw gang – Bandidos, whose regalia included New Mexico “bottom rockers” (see Jeff …
We’re Approaching Global Warming All Wrong & How To Use Conspiracy Theories To Fix It — Thinkpiece Bot (@thinkpiecebot) October 13, 2015 Sometime yesterday afternoon, my “grandbotchild” @thinkpiecebot passed a milestone: my daughter Nora Reed’s digital art now has more Twitter followers than I do. The bot is a thousand lines of code that is …
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