In college I slept with the drug dealer. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Months into the affair, she told me she loved me. I ignored it. Cupid's arrow was too dull for my armour. I ran from her arms, but continued to buy drugs. Certainly a love-hate affair. ...
A kind hello to all the new subscribers to this newsletter and thank you to all those who've stuck around over the last year!I'm going to start off with something simple, a confession: I'm horrible with social media. I'm bad with liking, disliking, commenting, boosting. hosting, posting, reposting, tagging, retagging, hashtaging, and probably a dozen other virtual verbs I don't know about. But I see the good and the bad in it.The good is in the power to connect people in a globalized society where many are staying put these days and need a way to stay in touch.The bad is in the power to influence people: to reinforce their own ideas as some sort of collective sentiment, growing mere ideas into full blown beliefs through avatarizing and algorithmisizing thoughts and emotions. Look at that, I'm even making up verbs just to describe it. Powerful stuff! Nonetheless, I'm horrible at it. So I have this newsletter to stay in touch and tell you about what's going on with my writing these days. Feel free to send me your newsletter too, or an email, or a message on Twitter (oh wait, don't do that, I suck at it). But I'd love to hear from you,...
https://youtu.be/GGXRKsRavRc Although many of us will be celebrating St. Patty's Day indoors this year (dubbed St. Padlock's Day for any sadists out there), I want to quickly talk about Deepfake: the continuation of Datapocalypse. I toiled through the Canadian winter, locked in by snow and viruses, nearly sleeping the whole thing through. But this story somehow got onto paper. Now, the manuscript for Deepfake has been drafted, the building-swallowing AI has more power than ever, and new characters will help the old ones to try and save humanity from data overload. My highly appreciated alpha, beta or gamma readers (whatever we call them at this stage of the editing process) are hard at work reading through the manuscript, dissecting my thoughts and telling me if they're cohesive, let alone entertaining, and let more alone, thought-provoking. Once that feedback comes in I get to decide how to unleash this thing to the world. I trust it will bring more of the same soft, science fiction lewdness about buildings (and now art works and people, maybe) disappearing out of thin air and only a few people knowing why, along with twists of mystery, humor, travel, romance and my usual brand of tongue-in-cheekness. But in...
A social mind in an antisocial place A social place with an antisocial face I'm new to this place, this place without a face It's cold and I'm getting old Not lesser determined, not lesser bold But in need of a friend Let's hold hands till the end This season of life came by storm Unsuspecting weathermen, forlorn It must pass by and let us be friends again Whether here or there, it must refrain Smiles on our faces must be regained The mind is not antisocial, not without force Embodiment of spirits walk hand in hand This must be the eternal promise Mind's can overcome foreign lands with grace Setting up a new place to embrace Never forgetting the ones, the ones with a social face ...