Reaching up into the trees, I had a hell of a time hooking my pruning shear on to the nylon cord holding the two supply pods up in the grouping of blue pines about a 10 minute walk from the house. Last week when I was out this direction it
The first thing I noticed when I, I guess, woke up, was that my head hurt. Once my eyes focused, I felt that primal cold sweat drip off my head, and I realized that I was in a hobble which was chained to the wall and anchored in with a
After finishing up the recording of Williams with his guy Mitchell, I did a quick conversion to todays year, and started turning my notes into a more formal readout. Popping a couple of 40 mg caffeine gummies in my mouth and chawing on them with my molars, I sucked the
Right as I got back inside I heard the Milwaukee charger click on. Taking off my boots, coat and gloves I took another glance outside to make sure all three plates were in direct sunlight. After that, I carefully closed the storm door around the cables from the outdoor solar
I could see my breath as I rolled down the window at the checkpoint. At -40°, after years of this nonsense, I've learned that the sooner you answer the questions, the sooner they open the gate and you can be on your way. I pulled up to a
The class was suspicious from the first lecture. ACUL 1013, Art, Culture, and Society, seemed like an interesting class from the course calendar. Part of the Sonic Design program, it was a mandatory class to complete my certificate, but after Francis Gerard introduced himself to us as the founder of
The whine of the alarm system begins immediately as the door swings open, and I desperately shove my Medeco into the keyhole on the locked gate and twist while I hauling on the vertical security bolts holding the gate in place. I manage to loosen the bolts just in time
In the summer of 2015 I started a contract gig at Adobe. I was hired to conduct an audit of their current documentation for some of their internal documentation sections, tell them how much the current stuff sucks, fix it, tell them how I fixed it, and what they can
After punching in 9-8-7-6 on the keypad and twisting the handle of and opening the staff room door, I heard the staff CD player gurgle with distortion as the song faded out and started again. I recognized the song as "Televators" by The Mars Volta, and I wasn&
I stare at the ceiling of my living room and start to notice the intermittent flicker of the lightbulb in the pot light over me. I try not to get self conscious as I glance over to see my face and nude torso in the top-right corner of the Zoom
I return from the French double doors leading outside and head back over to the trash bins, placing the compost bin back in its slot and relining it with a paper bag. Once that's done, I take the black garbage bag from the bin in its slot, and
I scroll through the touchscreen until I find Patrick's name, and push the telephone icon on the interface and the intercom starts ringing a second later. The telephone icon looks like one of those old classic rotary phones that people born after 1990 haven't ever used.