tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:/posts Gregory Short 2022-12-22T09:50:34Z tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1919160 2022-12-22T09:50:34Z 2022-12-22T09:50:34Z What Happens in the Dark

This was my first attempt at a poured acrylic painting. It was made using an inexpensive set found at a discount store. The "canvas" is more like a textured piece of cardboard. But it came out suprisingly well. The colors aren't captured correctly by the scanner, but the spirit of the painting is intact. I suspect this won't be my last.

Side note: it's difficult giving abstract art a title, but "What Happens in the Dark" popped in my head. So there it is.

tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1910291 2022-11-29T20:15:13Z 2022-11-29T20:16:39Z A potato walks into a bar, and comes out mashed. ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1899661 2022-11-06T04:01:59Z 2022-11-06T04:05:21Z Parallelograms: I don’t remember much from school, but I remember that! ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1893974 2022-10-22T15:17:10Z 2022-10-22T15:23:34Z Stream of consciousness writing on a Saturday morning.

The following was spontaneously composed on my AlphaSmart Neo2, a 90's vintage educational device adopted by thrifty writers as a distraction-free writing device. This is evidence that writer's block doesn't exist. The words are all around us. Just listen, and look.

It's 7:39 am and the house is quiet. But it isn't. The ceiling fan in my wife's home office whirs rhythmically, and I just realize the refrigerator had been humming in unison--harmony?--with it. But the fan is having it's solo. I notice a nearly imperceptible ringing in my left ear--tinnitus or interference from the army of electrical devices that _______. Down the street, to the left, a dog barks, off and on. Birds chirp from the wires in the back yard. The kittens patter around, creating punctuation of pounces on rug over hardwood floor. The calico licks my bare toes, lightly. Her tongue is a stiff-bristled brush of hooks on flesh. The calico joins her sister, a bicolor brown tabby, in the window. Their tails swish silently, in unison. The calico has settled on the back of the couch near the window, watching as the tabby scans the sky and ground for something, anything, that moves. She repositions herself, then crosses the back of the couch to the other window. An airplane can be heard making the final turn to line up with the runway. And now another. The airport is small, serving mostly private planes. But I wonder, who with the means of a private plane would come to Riverside. Is it merely a stop on the way to somewhere important? If I had a plane, I would fly to anywhere but Riverside. I love Riverside--all but five or so years have been spent here--but the world is large and I've seen the smallest fraction of it. The ceiling fan and refrigerator are singing harmony again, as cats patter across the back of the couch.
Sometimes, you can't find the words. Just underline where they would go and keep going. Fill them in later, Mad Libs-style, or leave it to the reader's imagination.
tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1892680 2022-10-19T16:29:23Z 2022-10-22T15:24:28Z If God is a squirrel, we're all nuts. ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1892679 2022-10-19T16:28:47Z 2022-10-22T15:26:58Z Blacking out local sporting events only hurts the fans, you filthy bastards. ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1876688 2022-09-05T23:03:33Z 2022-10-22T15:27:24Z Review of STILL JUST A GEEK by Wil Wheaton Still Just a Geek An Annotated MemoirStill Just a Geek: An Annotated Memoir by Wil Wheaton
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

As a big fan of Wil Wheaton, the writer--and, more recently, the audiobook narrator--I am pleased I pre-ordered this book to receive it on the day of publication. I'm grateful it took all of a few minutes to realize I should really listen to the audiobook instead. I'm still perfecting Wil Wheaton's voice in my head, so I figured I better leave it to the real deal. (If you only have the paper copy, you REALLY missed out.)

I had already read Just a Geek: Unflinchingly Honest Tales of the Search for Life, Love, and Fulfillment Beyond the Starship Enterprise, probably not long after it was published. So I was eager to dig into what I saw as Bonus Content in the form of annotations in Still Just a Geek: An Annotated Memoir. The Bonus Content is totally worth it. And Wil's reading of the audiobook version is entertaining, funny, gripping, emotional, and heartbreaking. So, yeah, get the audiobook.

If I love Wil Wheaton so much, and loved this book so much... why four stars?

First, a technical flaw that ruined the experience of the paper version of the book: the symbols signifying the footnotes were too subtle, and I missed reading the footnote... every... single... time. Given that many people were buying the book specifically for the annotations, these should have been much more obvious. Having hit the bottom of the text and discovering the missed footnotes, scanning for the appropriate symbol in the text to reestablish the context of the footnote was a game I had no interest in playing. Put simply, it took the fun out of reading the book. (This is another reason the audiobook version is SO much better.)

My second and only other complaint about this book is the sheer number of footnotes spent apologizing for word choices made in the original text. I understand Wil felt the need to apologize for his uses of words that are now considered offensive and hurtful and demeaning, but apologizing upon virtually every occurrence is repetitive and unnecessary. Not to mention, I'm sure the majority of his audience is intelligent enough to read the original text with the understanding that it was a product of its time. Perhaps an all-inclusive statement in a preface or introduction would have sufficed?

In the grand scheme of things, these are minor complaints. But I had to be honest with myself that a book with even minor complaints does not deserve five stars. Regardless, I highly recommend the audiobook, in particular. It is such a rewarding and powerful listening experience.

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tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1865960 2022-08-08T22:44:30Z 2022-10-22T15:28:26Z Fast-food doesn’t earn a living? I AM SHOCKED! ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1864187 2022-08-04T20:27:55Z 2022-10-22T15:29:11Z “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” —Heraclitus ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1860648 2022-07-27T15:09:33Z 2022-10-22T15:29:37Z If you can get your guns on the black market, we can get our books on the black market! ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1831761 2022-05-21T00:33:07Z 2022-10-22T15:33:35Z I had to make a joke out of it to keep from exploding.
It's my dad's birthday. And today of all days, the nursing facility lost ALL my dad's clothes. Does that leave him in his birthday suit?
tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1831756 2022-05-21T00:25:41Z 2022-10-22T15:34:18Z I need to make food my mortal enemy rather than my passionate lover. ]]> tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1829676 2022-05-14T18:58:03Z 2022-10-22T15:35:11Z I love my Cirkul.
tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1829204 2022-05-12T23:57:33Z 2022-10-22T15:37:29Z Plants are the new pets.
I miss our pets. A lot. More than I ever imagined, actually. And I have a pretty darn good imagination. Bertram, Agatha, and Madeline simply cannot be replaced. I've thought about getting birds again--they were my first love. Christina and I adore lizards, and I've been curious about bearded dragons. Fish are an "easy" pet, and I've even gone so far as to consider Sea Monkeys. But all of these, including itty-bitty Sea Monkeys, do require regular care and feeding.

With the loss of our pets--the only bright side--comes a sort of freedom, both in time and money. (I feel guilty even thinking of that!) We can now, for the first time in our marriage, just pick up and go wherever our hearts desire. We don't need to arrange pet sitters or pay an arm and a leg for boarding. And with the money we'll save on vet bills, we can easily take a modest trip a few times a year.

But my paternal instincts are still in high gear, even as I mourn each of our pets. (Let's face it: despite what everyone says, it's not going to get better.) So whom can I care for now?

Plants. But not just any plants. I must focus on low maintenance plants, plants that can go without water for a week at a time. No, I'm not talking about succulents or cactus. I'm talking about air plants. They're properly known as Tillandsia, and there are about 650 species. You can watch my growing family of air plants here, or get the cold, hard facts here.
tag:greg.posthaven.com,2013:Post/1828542 2022-05-11T03:22:46Z 2022-10-22T15:38:19Z I’m just going to leave this here.