When I was a kid, after my parents divorced, my dad worked on a commune in Massachusetts called Montague Farm. This was the real deal: a working farm where I first saw chickens get their heads chopped off, where I first (and last) picked spinach in the sun, and also where there were blond girls named Sequoia running around and piles of anti-nuke comic books sitting on the end tables. My favorite featured a three-legged frog. If anyone has a copy, let me know.
Writing
Stuff that I have written.
A Theory of Fun milestone — and postmortem
(Visited 9971 times)Today I got my royalty statement for A Theory of Fun, covering July through December of last year. And to my utter shock (but great pleasure), enclosed was a check. Yes, that means that the book earned out its royalty, sometime between November of 2004 and December of 2005.
In one of the comments, Morgan asked if I’d recap the book process, and I figured this milestone is as good a reason as any to do so!
The Sunday Poem: The Smile
(Visited 11145 times)She wore it like a sundress: loose
And casual, unashamed of all
There was beneath. It fit, like blue
Fits water — clinging close, a fall
Of folds and shining white. It dressed
Her, danced her, light and lonely, held
Her in herself, contained her, less
Than kisses, more than faces will.
She was no person. Her smile enclosed
Her, was her; smiles do that, steal
Your body, take your eyes. She knows
It happened; yes, it came off, sheer
And casual like a sundress, quick
And lonely for an instant, not
A person, making love to lack.
She ran away; she knew, she thought,
How smiles are, how waterfalls
Splinter on rocks, how blue can fill
The eyes — how right she was — that all
Smiles kiss more than true faces will.
#1!! Sort of
(Visited 8871 times)Thanks to Boing Boing making the site melt down with popularity, creating a new #1 post of all time, I see that A Theory of Fun also climbed up the charts, hitting #1 in the abstruse category of
Books > Subjects > Computers & Internet > Games & Strategy Guides > Programming. Woo hoo!
This does make it the #5 best selling game book, though, behind the strategy guides and atlases for Sims 2, EQ2, and WoW.
The Sunday Poem: At Age 6
(Visited 9467 times)Sometimes he spent hours
Pulling the thin ribbons of wild chives
From the clasp of earth,
And holding them in front of his face.
Each green vein wandered its traced line
From bulb to tapered tip, until
He brushed the dirt off and bit
The stalk in half, leaving frayed ends
Brushing his lips with sting.
There he’d lay, under the lilac
Bushes that grew tortuous like shadow-figure fingers –
I don’t remember what he saw
In the wild chives hidden in the lilacs
But who can blame him if at that moment
The world was bounded by his body
And even the paths of light down spicy veins
Were open to his understanding.
He stayed for some hours more, hunting
Raspberries, but by then the damage was done.