experimentation in ordered chaos through history with just a splash of color.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Preserving A Lost Literary Form
I saw this on the Writer's Circle and was amazed at the abilities of these artists who call themselves Master Penmen. I would love to have something done by one of them. It is truly using words as art.
Preserving A Lost Literary Form
Thursday, September 03, 2015
The Enigma of IT-Controlled Development Hosts
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Just Forgotten
I have been working on the draft of my latest book and I am currently about halfway through the primary writing. I would like to share a small excerpt from one of the chapters.
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"What are you thinking?" she finally asked.
He sighed. "What if… what if I wake up in the morning and I'm the old Rob? What if I wake up and have to start this all over?"
She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. "If you wake up and have forgotten all about today, I would give you another chance. We would do the day over again. If you wake up as the old Rob and you do one thing out of line, I'm calling the police and having them take you in for psychological evaluation."
He smiled and looked at her, catching a glimpse of those gray hazel eyes that draw him in. "That's what I thought you'd say."
"Why do you ask? You're not planning on undoing all this are you?"
He shook his head. "Heavens no. I don't ever want to go through this again. This day sucked." He quickly looked at Jil. "I mean other than you and the kids of course. I'm talking about what happened to me."
She looked at him and frowned.
Now he was backpedaling. "What I mean is the amnesia thing. Not that getting rid of the old Rob was bad, but--"
She smiled and saved him from his rambling. "I agree. It sucked. But now we have this amazing opportunity. Let's not waste it."
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
A Rational Point Of View On Climate Change
When things started warming up again in the mid 1800s, humans began industrializing. The warming was not a result of the industrialization. The industrialization was a result of the warming. That is simply how things worked for the historical past of humans. Technological advances came after issues of surviving were well in hand.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Minecraft Miners Are Stronger Than Superman
Monday, May 11, 2015
Warcraft - Minecraft... What's The Connection?
I wasn't a big-time raider or belong to one of the big-time guilds or anything. I was a solo quester and chased after the quests, achievements, and exploring the land and lore of Azeroth. I played this game a lot. Too much. Way too much.
Thursday, April 02, 2015
The Fallacy of Collaboration in Open Work Environments.
Now, tell them to wrap their ideas with words like "open", "fresh", and the trump word "collaborative".
Okay, I can't keep that up.
I've worked in many environments, from folding tables at startups to door'ed offices. I've had high and low wall cubicles. I've even worked in a metal box (those that know need no explanation). I've been around. I know what does and what doesn't work.
Engineers and many non-engineers often work "in the zone". If you know what I mean, good. If you don't know what I mean, no one can help you.
If a person is put in an "open" environment where there are no cubicles, just open desks, no "private" space, how do you think that affects their productivity?
Now, let's consider some very specific, and very real, concerns from engineers over open office plans.
1) Where is my personal whiteboard? While this may not seem like a big issue to a lot of people this is a HUGE issue to engineers. We use our whiteboards all the time. We need our whiteboards. And no, we don't want to share a whiteboard on wheels that is shared by several engineers.
2) Where is my ergonomic desk and chair? A lot of engineers have opted for standing desks, desks that can do both standing and sitting.
3) Where do I put all my stuff? Many of us are packrats and while arguably we may have too much junk, as engineers we think differently than most normal people. We think "I may need this" because one day we probably will and we don't want to have to go hunting it down. The open spaces don't have much in the way of private storage and more importantly, your messy desk is exposed for everyone to see.
4) What about my extra equipment? Not everyone works with just a single computer on their desk. Often, engineers have equipment or extra computers - that may be specially configured build or test machines - and any number of peripherals on their desks. In these new open environments, space is at a premium, where do we put our equipment?
5) Will there be enough space for my two extra large monitors and everything else I need? There is no escaping it, engineers need screen real-estate. We need lots of screen size to get lots of windows display at once.
These are very practical concerns that have no easy solutions in open plans. There are solutions however in cubicle environments which satisfy the needs and requirements of engineers regardless of how boring or bland the cubes may be.
When it comes down to it, you won't hear employees openly griping excessively about open environments (for the most part). The reason is simple, they don't want to lose their jobs... yet. But, silence on the part of the employees who choose to not speak does not equate to support or even consent. It could mean they are afraid, but not accepting.
So much of what I have described constitutes a toxic work environment: constant observation, restrictive desk space, lack of equipment, and fear.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
Fed up with the political elite of Arjor controlling everyone's lives, famed robotics engineer Levi Garren decided to do something about it. His efforts resulted in Rena, a sentient AI program, and the scorn of the political establishment.
A failed attempt on his life leaves him stranded on the continent of Moragar where the native races live two centuries behind the rest of the planet. With the help of Rena and the beautiful Balai, a purple-skinned native, Levi has to beat the odds just to survive.
The experience changes his life and his entire world, in more ways than he ever expected.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SCKIJG2
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Taking A Five Year Old To Lowes
As we walked around, she ran back and forth, like on an invisible leash, never getting more than about 30 feet away, but certainly with her own ideas of what she wanted to do.
So here is a sampling of some of the moments.
In the electrical aisle, she stopped by the conduit and grabbed a fitting that she began to pretend was a gun. "Pew, pew, pew" and all. Another one was a cannon.
She went for the clearance priced disco ball like a mosquito to a back porch light.
She wanted to sword fight... with long florescent tubes.
She found that some people had put PVC fittings back in the wrong boxes. She spent 10 minutes or so trying to sort them back to where the needed to go. If left unchecked, we would be there until closing while she sorted.
She opened the display doors by the door section.
She sat on a display commode to "see how good it felt".
She picked up a variety of hand tools and proceeded to tell me what she was going to do with them. No, Kara, you can't paint with a concrete chisel.
She danced in the hardware aisle, she was singing by the power tools.
And all this took place in the span of 25 minutes.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Trillborne Wife is now available on Amazon
This is exciting for me because this is my first completed book and the first one I have ever published.
Her life was thrown a curve when she met Kiv, a mage in exile and hunted by the crown. Their life together was blessed and peaceful until Kiv's violent past caught up with them. Amira was about to come face to face with the greatest challenge of her life. It would test her strength, her abilities, and her convictions.
Her story is a spirited look at life and death through the pain of love with more than a touch of sarcasm.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MS48SLO
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
The Trillborne Wife - Teaser
Amira checked the wind and realized the girls would be upwind of the hunters. She sensed no dogs, which was good. There was no chance humans could ever track her daughters' scents. She needed to lead whoever it was coming her way far from the girls and her house.
The men were headed up the ridge and she saw they were armed with swords and bows. One of them pointed her direction and the others looked up. She dropped to the ground and hid her packs under a thick bush. She would come back for them later when the danger was gone.
Seconds later she heard the sounds of these would-be hunters pick up the pace. Instantly, she transformed into a wolf and ran into the meadow to get their attention. She reversed and ran east toward the valley mouth as fast as she could go. She heard the men yelling something as they changed direction to match her movements. They had taken the bait and were coming after her.
She paced herself so they wouldn't give up the chase too soon, intending to lead them out of the valley and lose them or they simply gave up and left.
Running a mile or so, she came to a small stream that drained into the creek that meandered through the valley. She stopped at the water's edge checking back over her shoulder for her pursuers. They were not too far off and still coming her way. Hopping over the stream, she continued down to the valley floor.
Nearing the remnants of the road that traced its way up the valley, Amira stopped at the tree-line, scenting for danger. She heard more voices. They were very close and coming up the road, just a stone's throw away. With hunters in pursuit and these new intruders ahead, she felt trapped and almost panicked. She went directly from wolf to brown bear and charged out onto the road, snarling and roaring a challenge to this new threat.



