I had a dream last night that I was still living in Queens, New York. Of course the dream had a sci-fi twist to it. Apparently everyone was a clone living in a post apocalyptic world. Like any sci-fi world, most people didn’t realize they were clones (shades of the Matrix anyone). Is this the start of clone trilogy novel that I has been kicking around in my head for the past twelve years? More to come…
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I found an old journal today. I wasn’t looking for it, truth be told. I happened to by looking for the AV cable that would allow me to connect my Sony DV camera to the TV. As I began my search, it dawned on me that for all of its technological brilliance, Sony can be extremely short-sided with its reliance on proprietary cables and technology-Betamax anyone? It was during my search that I found the journal hidden in a random box of cables in the garage. Am I the only one that has 5 or 6 different versions of the same type of cables and only 1 version of the one that I need and can’t seem to find? WTF!
Anyway, this newly rediscovered journal contains an interesting selection of poems, brief stories, and novel ideas written sporadically from 1998 through 2004. Some were written during times of stress; others during times of comical whimsy. All were written with the same inate, died in the wool, love of writing.