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Keane arrived at his chair as Holgur came opposite, and they sat. A statue of something glowered in the middle of the table between them. It was onyx, about eighteen inches high, and looked like dancing smoke. Or maybe a falling frog that had been shoved through a metal grate. A gold plate on the base declared it The Soul of Tyrrane.
Keane decided it was an old woman going pee. Tyrraneans were weird with what they considered art.

— Blow out the Candle When You Leave
Misplaced Mercenaries, Book 2

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Daily Life: IKEA Noob

May 2, 2013

Last week saw the arrival of a bit of a crisis in our household. Several unrelated and individually easy to deal with issues collided to create a spectacular stress-bomb that blew up all over my and Lena’s home. Something had to be done. I snuck away and grabbed the phone. This was no job for…

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Culture Comment: Oh Ye Faithful, Heal Thyselves

April 24, 2013

In 2009, Herbert and Catherine Schaible watched their two year old son, Kent, die of pneumonia. While their son had been acting sick for some time, the couple are members of the First Century Gospel Church, which believes all healing comes from god, and going to the doctor’s office represents an act of faithlessness. The Schaibles went to…

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Daily Life: Irritating Champion

February 11, 2013

I am not a serious person. I crack jokes, I laugh a lot, and I tend to think most anything has a funny side. Personally I think this was a nurture rather than a nature phenomenon. My dad was a very serious (and slightly unstable) person who insisted that everyone around him treat him with just as…

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Vacation

September 3, 2012

Lena and I just got back from our vacation this summer. Okay — I am still getting used to saying things like that. This whole “vacation” thing is still pretty new to me. My whole life the word vacation meant taking off a Friday and a Monday because you were throwing a big party and…

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Version 4.5

August 20, 2012

Next month will be my forty fifth birthday. Lena says that my maturity topped out at age twelve — a number she arrived at because that is the last age (she estimates) that normal people stop thinking that peanut butter, jelly, and potato chip sandwiches are haute cuisine. Personally, I feel pretty much the same as…

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