Escaping Earth 5

Escaping Earth 5 I met Sheila the Ship in our just completed Crew Cantina. Its a replica of the iconic USA diner from the late 40’s thru the 50’s. Each of the half dozen tables has the miniature jukebox on the wall at the end of the table . Everything was a reassuring analog back

Corona Virus Blues

I got dem covid bluesfrom my runny nosedown to my blue toed shoes covid blues, can’t seemto loose dem covid blues(repeating refrain) can’t taste can’t smellgonna die but what the hell (refrain) Got the sanitizer got the maskBut the UK strain is surging fast (refrain) Pfizer Moderna and J and Jget the jabs then pray

Waiting for my Blue Yeti

I have updated my previous post “Leaving Earth 4” by adding the author’s reading of it In this web presence, WordPress and my interest in graphics, creative writing and voice, ie classic radio drama, I wonder what format I should settle on. Nothing too Freudian about the title, Escaping Earth. In quiet times millions of

Escaping Earth 4

To get up to speed with this narrative, if you haven’t, read part one. It may or may not help. Depends on you. Basically I am trying to complete a space ship’s interior and systems while whipping a crew into shape. The term “ship shape” comes of a long nautical heritage gained on the oceans

Leaving Earth part 3

Sheila wasn’t happy with the second crew member I’d printed. I was always a fan of the Gnarly Caribbean pirate, swash buckling tough guy, that sort of thing….so when I found in the bio 3d catalog this ancient mariner I printed him. Sheila gritted her teeth but had to accept the old salt. I’ve put

Escaping Earth part 2

If you remember part one of this story you’ll know my daughter thinks I am loosing it mentally. She is afraid I am becoming addled, weak minded, of diminished cognitive ability. One beer short of a six pack and less than the sharpest knife in the drawer. I’m sure it will happen, in degree, but

Escape from Earth

Escaping Earth (my daughter’s contribution) My dads crazy. Off on a tangent, something he inflicted on himself. He reached a tipping point with the lockdown and politics and decided to stop dealing with it. Something snapped. He called one day and said he was building a spaceship and leaving Earth. My dad – building a

Tablet? What tablet?

They are talking to me, those cartoon characters. They know what’s going on in my head…that’s where they come from. They raise themselves up and leap landing on paper, or these days, tablet. Stream of unconsciousness or something. Some sort of escape for them and a relief for me. The thoughts are gone and good

The Ministry of Truth

The Stalinist government of the USSR would signal who was in and out of favor with the politburo with a photo of officials reviewing the May Day parade. If someone was out of favor they didn’t just clean out their desk and leave the building under escort. More likely they just ceased to exist. The

More from the new tablet

The NYT is great for old photos. References for an endless number of images from their archives. All the news that’s fit to print and pictures to accompany that fit news going back a century plus. That’s a lot of light and shadow. At first silver halide on plates and later film and still later