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-1962-thirteen skips. We were playing alongside the monoliths of Stonehenge when I picked up this rock. I thought it was a trilobite. It wasn't. It was just a flat rock. I knocked off the muddy crud that covered it and saw it to be a perfect skipping stone, so I sent it sailing across the... Continue Reading →
what happens at the lab may not stay there. I was in the lab, drifting on and off near sleep, and reflecting on the holograms we were developing. How they might serve mankind well as disposable proxies for humans in vocations such as search and rescue, police work, firefighting, and other risky occupations. How they... Continue Reading →
Photo by Simon Berger on Pexels.com a bit of a rant. maybe... <~~ALSO POSTED SEPERATELY AS A FIVE PART SERIES~~> I'm never really sure how these things get started. Often, I don't even know where they began. I only know that frequently, material, time, and effort suddenly disappear from the things I've written. More things... Continue Reading →
We know how much you've wanted to see our place, everyone does, and unfortunately, geography makes it difficult for regular visits. In the meantime, we offer problematic or potential visitors this partial virtual postcard tour. So pull up a chair, have a cup of Chai, and click away! Mmmm... It smells like Nalini is cooking up some wonderful snacks and treats to share. So, pull up a chair and welcome aboard, let's catch up!
(Letters From the Dog Box #1) The first car I remember my mom driving was a late-fifties Ford two-door. We called her the Putt-Putt. She seemed old and worn, not flashy like the newer cars of the day, with their bright paint and fancy rocket-style fins. But to Denise and me, she was a privately... Continue Reading →
Above: untreated scaly skin as it begins to fossilize (pre-Saurism) >> an occasion for the ageless << Due to renewed interest in reading, online studies, audiobooks, and other traditional methods of learning, a provocative return to the classic forms of studying history, science, social behavior, and core studies has become the new norm. Time travel... Continue Reading →
But no more. She blamed her newfound confidence on me. Said I had brought her out and into herself. And here, I thought I was just using her. Maybe we both had just blossomed. Found ourselves in each other.
torn words, 
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