On John McCain and His Disconnect

A day after writing about John McCain and his treatment as a prisoner of war at the hands of the North Vietnamese, I reluctantly find that I must take up the keyboard and write again of John McCain. When asked, John McCain, the presumptive Republican presidential nominee, could not name the number of homes thatContinue reading “On John McCain and His Disconnect”

On John McCain and Torture

In all the hubbub over Senator John McCain dismissing the Dungeons & Dragons vote, one vital story has been ignored — was John McCain tortured by the North Vietnamese during his captivity during the Vietnam War? John McCain would say yes: Just after his release in May 1973, he detailed his experience as a P.O.W.Continue reading “On John McCain and Torture”

On Writing and Emotional Movement

Over the past week — and more intensely since Saturday — I’ve been working on an outline for a novel. It’s… interesting stuff. To be honest, I know that it’s not working. To be slightly more specific, it’s not working the way I want it to. The story is developing in interesting directions, but theContinue reading “On Writing and Emotional Movement”

On Search Engine Stupidity

When I was younger, back in high school no less, I read Hans Moravec. Mind Children, an amazing book. Verner Vinge, the Singularity. I’m there. The technological trends are there. Teilhard de Chardin, the noosphere. Got it. Human knowledge will become so massive, technology will be able to create minds better than ours, the nextContinue reading “On Search Engine Stupidity”

On Robbie Greenberger and Farpoint

On Thursday, Robbie Greenberger passed away. The son of longtime DC Comics editor Bob Greenberger, Robbie had been battling leukemia since January. Thursday, Robbie’s battle came to an end. He was twenty. I wrote, Friday morning, a tribute to Robbie, and I never posted it. Looking at tributes better written than mine, more personal thanContinue reading “On Robbie Greenberger and Farpoint”

On Conversations with my Grandmother

Sometimes, conversations with my grandmother are amusing. Sometimes, the conversations are frustrating. Today, the conversations have been the frustrating ones. It began this morning over coffee. “I’m going home today,” she said. “Home?” I said. “You are home.” “I know that,” she hissed. “I’m going home.” I changed the subject quickly. It seemed prudent. IContinue reading “On Conversations with my Grandmother”