“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night…
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How can you not love a conspiracy setting whose first published adventure had the elevator pitch of “What if you woke up one morning and accidentally found that part of your life was missing? And found someone was willing to kill to keep you from getting it back? Kill you, that is…”
I am not sure I am quite ready for the mosh pit, but the Masquerade is listing shows again. On March eighth they’ll be hosting Swallow the Sun, Infected Rain, and Tómarúm. I intend to be at the show and on the floor. Samples from the bands are interspersed throughout the post.
Today is my birthday. Usually, I don’t bother noting that on the blog. But I have blogged in a few weeks and today’s a pretty…
Today’s samizdat is an excerpt from Joseph Heller’s novel Catch-22 that serves as an excellent stand-alone parable about how such insane judgments take hold and how one person can end them in two words.
This week for Samizdat we have the real thing. Alexander Solzhenitsyn wrote this essay in 1974. It circulated in Moscow among disidents. It is dated February 12. The same day he was arrested, again, and exiled from the USSR.
I do not want to live in a world where samizdat is the only way to learn things not in the official story. USA Today, Twitter, and Facebook either have never heard the term or think that world is a good one. They have the ability to make it so. In that case, I’ll publish it.
This week is Black Tape for a Blue Girl. I saw them live while Sam and Lisa were still married. Lisa was very pregnant. My biggest memory of that show was the DJ set after and Elysabeth Grant dancing in the crowd with the rest of us.
Time for another round of sharing. This time it is the opening to a short story I’m aiming to finish this week. The story was inspired by reading the complete collection of Elmore Leonard westerns and a favorite 60s folk song.
My father died at 73. I will be 54 in five weeks. If I live as long as him, I have twenty years left.
