AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

8/21/16

That Instant

standing inside a place of commerce, waiting in line for what you need to purchase to keep your spaceship afloat and thinking about the sharpest loop around the sun to dock it at your orbital station, you overhear conversation and consume and catalog and diagram and highlight and bullet point them, wishing they understood what you were doing so that you could feel some sort of guilt and heat of the perverse window watcher instead of feeling wreaking anxious havoc as though if you tilted your head 29 degrees either way, a jeweler or museum caterer's tome of notes, a pair of bifocals, a monocle, a steam eye piece, a taxidermist's blade, or a lens for reading fine print,will not clatter to the plastic tile floor and rattle until it settles flat.

8/20/16

The Best Thing

about Xbox Live is that every now and then someone blurts out (during a first person shooter round table sniper match when everyone has run out of ammunition and they are hunting each other in dark corners with melee weapons) "you'll never kill me alive!"

"Yep, that's kind of the point" I think to myself wiping snot from my nose after doubling over on my couch with tearful laughter for several minutes.  I know what they meant to say.  What they did say was the toast of the evening.

Dear (_____)

Dear live online gaming communities,

Odd things happen.  It's not an under or over statement.  It is a great place to gather intelligence on what the outside world is up to and collect tracks of dialog for future use in stories and written creative work.  It is a great place to get exposed to other worlds and ways of life and sets of problem solving skills you could not have imagined given twenty years and places to have conversations you believed were moot and had angles you did not see before.  It is a great place to see reflections of yourself and fractions of people not as old as you and fractions of people inside yourself much older.  It is also a great place to hear people trot out their best and worst jokes because nothing is recorded once the community dies out for the evening (except on the master servers hosting all of the connections, but that's a detail for another time).  The best part is the exposure the accidental killer phrase, that boils up out of the person you would least suspect, slays everyone in the virtual room and they are all howling laughter at what you said, but not at you, and you wonder where everyone has gone for several minutes as they each come back on their mics catching their breath to explain the lightning bolt.

8/2/16

Dear (_____)

Dear upscale shoemakers,

Please stop trying to sell me with big words.  Of course I demand the finest in quality and performance in my shoe selection.  Of course style is important.  A little color is nice.  A lot of color has its time too (sometimes all of the time).  Tons of flowery language or well strung together man boy truck tire square jaw tones do not hide the clear as day fact that your shoe will fall apart inside of a month of regular athletic use.  The lines of type in your ads do not disguise that a few puddles here, a couple stubbed toes, a dropped coffee, an outdoor court game, and a few bike rides in and your sneakers will look like I found them under a freight car by the river.  With a disgustingly high price tag, your game is obvious.  Sneakers for people that don't use sneakers to do things that require sneakers.  Thanks, but I'll be picking up my usual pair with function leading form.  And a home run cut's dash of color.