smokingpen | June 29, 2009
I think I often have great plans to do big things. I think some of those big things include my blog and making it more popular and more accessible. Point, I started at the earliest posts editing them so that the links all went somewhere, images were either updated or deleted, and they cross-referenced older [...]
smokingpen | June 24, 2009
I’ve found that some of the things I want to be doing compared to many of the things I need to be doing have kept me out of a state of equilibrium for some time. Months. I like the idea of writing blog entries and have noted that the number of hits I receive a [...]
smokingpen | May 19, 2009
I think one of the biggest disservices this generation will be tried for in the court of history is the disservice we give to our little boys. In a period of not so many years, we have moved from a position where we treat and teach boys to be boys to a practice where we [...]
smokingpen | January 26, 2009
As I wrote that title, I had images of growing up in Texas and going to the H.E.B for food and then heading down the generic isle that was filled with white boxes, black lettering, ingredients, and a barcode. Because teenagers aren’t all that creative, one of the things we ended up doing was putting [...]
smokingpen | January 15, 2009
I think it is time to come clean about the job search. The cleanliness of the situation is not that I am searching or have (or haven’t) been for more than six months, but that I am still unemployed and frustrated by it. Why? Well, I went back to school in order to make myself [...]
smokingpen | January 5, 2009
Well, it is January 5, 2009 and I am still jobless. I did finish reading Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book last night and started I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You by Ally Carter. The first book was amazing and I could see someone making a movie out of [...]
smokingpen | December 2, 2008
I think our lives are filled with defining moments. Those are the moments that change us whether we want them to or not. In Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, a book I am writing a final essay on for one of my classes, it would appear that one of her defining moments, at least [...]
smokingpen | November 23, 2008
In 1994 I met a man I shall call STEVE… no, wait, David since that’s his name. Anyway, during one of the many conversations with David, and after he handed me a book to read, he said to me, “Authors who only use “he said,” and, “she said,” when writing dialogue aren’t very creative.” As [...]
