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963 words, 5 minutes read time. I was interviewing for a copywriting position at WorkStress, a minor distributor for retail book giant Barnes & Noble, when this HR interrogation guy asked me, right out of the blue, right at the last minute, what had been my favorite subject in school? I thought the interview was... 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 →
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!
Academically Speaking I don't like writing things that aren't from the heart. So, rather than that, I write what I call heartless haikus. Mostly just to pass the time. Like now, while I'm here waiting for you to come to. They are quick, simple, and unlike limericks, they don't even have to rhyme. Hell, they... Continue Reading →
(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 →
(obligatory photo security photo (1/251) My apologies! The cleaning party scheduled at our house tomorrow has been postponed indefinitely. My father-in-law has taken a slight turn for the worse. Not terribly worse, but worse enough for my wife to delay her return home for a bit longer. Also, while in Jaipur, she’s had an opportunity… Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories Dear readers: this is the second installment of the first chapter of "The Salvations of Abda." I must have neglected to save a more embellished version of it, therefore, it is what it is. The text itself is still accurate. I will be taking a break from... Continue Reading →
from: Sixteen Hours in Qatar. A collection of short stories. My wife, Nalini, meant it as a joke- "Why not register Adba as an ESA animal, now, before we go to India?" Abba, which means 'calamity' in Sanskrit, is our rescued animal. We recently saved her from the Santa Fe Animal Shelter, where she had been abandoned... 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.