Three more pages of Brand & Reese on FourStory today, and it seems that many parties involved have to deal with the harsh aftermath of the shooting. Click on the picture below to go to the 3-page installment, or click here to start at the beginning and catch up properly.
Monthly Archives: December 2011
(This flash fiction is part of my friend, Loren Eaton’s, shared storytelling holiday venture, Advent Ghosts. This is the one I did last year. Other stories can be found on his blog, I Saw Lightning Fall. Again, I set it to music… so click the Youtube link first).
She lurched forward, aching and tired, and Jack berated her with a contempt that, regardless of how much he unleashed onto her, only amplified. He nipped, he bellowed, he aimed the biting, blistering discharge of his sorrow onto her. He apologized with obliging guilt and stiffness. And she cried and cried until, slowly, she began to turn black and numb.
Her mind found him supernatural, and infinitely more substantial than her small, sad life.
He knew she was warmth. But eons of sting and sorrow colored her only reactions he could recognize. Until finally she was black and numb, as well.
Three more pages of Brand & Reese on FourStory today, and the storylines collide for the first time. Click on the picture below to go to the 3-page installment, or click here to start at the beginning and read through the madness.
My FourStory article today is on why light rail (low speed trains) have gained so much popularity while plans for high-speed trains have largely fallen apart. Here’s an excerpt:
The high priests of high speed rail somehow can’t seem to make money fall from the sky. They’ll blame the citizens of California for sic’ing the lawsuit brigade on ’em for trying to slip a train into our backyards. They’ll blame Fox News for turning 73% of Californian (and a whole nation of) Republicans against them. They’ll blame their cost estimators for severely overselling the concepts while severely underselling the project’s financial burden. They’ll probably even blame the voters in California for not anteing up the cash they’ll need to keep their project alive.
Read why we’ve only really been in lust with high speed rail (and why we’ve really always been in love with light rail) by clicking here.
I just received a charming Christmas email from my friend, the artist Ahde Lahti, who also did our series “Night Falls on the Sea“. He titled these two “FYI, OMG, GPS” and “ICONIC,” but I suggested that the first be renamed (to mock Parmagianino) as “Madonna with the Long Text.”
Check out more of his stuff at his site, LahtiDesign.com
My article today is about the strange path marijuana legalization has taken in the state of California, and the situation on the ground that seems to constantly change the game:
The process of getting marijuana is simple and straightforward for those with doctors’ recommendations: register for a supplier, buy as much as you need per month, and renew your card annually. You pay fees to the state, fees for the medical recommendation and fees to the marijuana dispensary. Though some of that money benefits the state, most of it benefits the suppliers, who make a decent profit dispensing marijuana to the card-carrying community. But unlike in Mendocino—more on that in a moment—none of the money paid by medical marijuana patients for their cards goes to the LA County Sheriff’s office or the LAPD, and that’s a shame.
Interested? Read more here and be shocked at the maddening state of affairs.