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Rendezvous
Death is not an end to hope, nor is birth the beginning of misery. Life, at all moments, continues the pain of ages past and harbors the hopes of all to come. Thus, as Fate decries on lonesome shorelines, the passing of one vessel in the night need not be dismissed as coincidence if another vessel happens to be near. Life, we’ve established, is not the messenger of accident but the distiller of contrivances into elixirs of pure miracle. And as it works with ships in the night, so too does it wo
A Broken Amulet
Experiments don't always produce the results we desire. Or, to quote Mythbusters, failure is always an option. Both are valid taglines for my first attempt at an animation studio. Several years ago, I set off on a path with a long time friend to build an animation company. Biggest problem: I had no animation experience. My friend, on the other hand, had spent years working on major animated motion pictures. He'll be the first to tell you he wasn't an animator. He was a lighting expert. But, in
Knicker von Nickel
Knicker von Nickel had eleven reasons to be miserable and only one to be happy. The first reason mirrored the last. He was miserable simply because he was Knicker von Nickel, and misery was all he knew. The second reason was his face. In his own, well-informed opinion, Knicker von Nickel had the world’s most average face. His cheeks were neither round nor sunken, his eyes neither expressive nor mysterious, his nose neither hooked nor pug nor long nor short. His chin might be the most notable f
My Daughter and I Drove Across the Country
Watch our adventure from Seattle to Champaign, Illinois.
Strings
There's a piece of string I play with every time you run away. You know this. It’s not a fancy string. White and tightly rolled, about five inches long, it reminds me of you, and of you and me, and of you and me and a thousand lost opportunities. Remember the lake? Dancing on the beach with water to our ankles. Bonfires dotted the distant shore. Their flames licked the water's surface like the devil’s tentacles come to interrupt our own private rapture. We were well beyond the grasp of demons a