Bruce Brooks, The Moves Make the Man

If you are teaching secondary English (say 8th grade on up) and you have any say over books you will study with your students, I have a strong recommendation: The Moves Make the Man, by Bruce Brooks.


Smartphones are like King George III.

"Smartphones are like King George III. Not the worst king ever. Just the wrong combination of high taxes, indifference and despotism for a people that determined to manage themselves better. And what they over-tax is more precious than money." --M.Long

A poem for my daughter, who loves me enough to make my lunch

Before you are much older,
And certainly before you have a chance to make my lunch again,
I will teach you to always run your own code and to
Not put cinnamon in the chicken salad.

(Hat tip to Billy Collins)

User experience design is partly about how you set the table...

...and partly about always asking yourself, "What could possibly go wrong?"

A funny thing happened on the way to the lunch counter...

In August of 2015, the medical industry began taking an unprecedented and mostly unwarranted interest in my affairs.


"Chicago O'Hare, 2:00 A.M."

Well, there you go. Again. And i am left
To think that love is still a function of
The time two people spend together or
Apart. And here i sit, abandoned in
An airport's long and weak and empty night,
Bored forceless with flourescent crossword chills,
An airport i despise, remembering
That last time i was here, you weren't.
You never were. There goes another plane.
Untouchable, in sight, but never seen
Again. I watch and wonder who's on board.
How close those people are, how meaningless
That is

And why not me? Why not, indeed? Because.
and when you said goodbye (or did you?), i
Was caught up by a Momentary shame
At having failed and not yet lost. i felt
Your Grace, a Lady's Grace, forgiving me
For being such a clod, for saying what
i did not mean, for never saying what
i thought, for thinking it at all. And if,
At last and now, i saw you through this glass
And on your way, my Heart would shout, would beg
To shout my heart, and yours, and i would watch
You out of sight and not pick up a chair
And throw it through the window, not command
Security to let me pass and damn
The X-ray and the rules Out of the way
And stand aside or i'Il blow up the world
Instead i stand and watch you go and play
My part as member of the crowd and lose
My heart; as though i had no right to a­-
ny other role and now it's true.

Sets of 10 rules for writing

Starting with Elmore Leonard and moving on through Margaret Atwood, Neil Gaiman, P.D. James, and others.

Zac says...

First Post

Well, okay. That's out of the way.

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