When Bank Robbers Were Heroes

Here’s a story I published a couple years ago called Held Up In 2008 I found myself suddenly interested in the world of economics when it all began to collapse.  It’s funny because a lot of the fallout is just hitting my personal life now, three years later.  I wrote this story, which is not meant to be overtly political, just to question the way our presumptions about institutions rub up against our presumptions about individuals.  We give corporations the full rights of man, yet we don’t hold them accountable the way we would any individual.  Indeed if one was to meet a man whose only motivation was profit and would commit all kinds of crimes and/or have laws rewritten to achieve that goal, we would call him an asshole.  When corporations do it and destroy themselves in the process we rush in to save them.  Playing with these ideas gave me a greater understanding of the 1930’s when all the heroes were either gangsters or western outlaws.

I’ve Had the Time of My Life

Over at Kasma SF, my story Brother, Can You Spare the Time? is now featured.  This is the honorable mention in WotF previously mentioned here.

The story was inspired by an idea that’s been floating around in my head for almost twenty years: the simple conversion of money into lifespan and how that would affect how we view economic issues.  It took more than a decade to develop the courage to believe I could do the idea justice.  I hope that I did.  Incidentally, the working title was Time is Money which is way too literal to sell, but did tickle me at the time.  I hope you enjoy the story and feel free to come back and comment.

The Gnarrative Will Devour You

Holy Moley!  I forgot to promote Gnarrative

Gnarrative is a small enclave of crazed story enthusiasts whacked out on tropes, snorting setting and injecting structure directly into your eyes.  We (yes, I’m one) look at story from all sorts of different angles and then usually lie down and have a nap.  If you haven’t checked out Gnarrative and you’re a story junkie c’mon over.  The first hit’s free (as are all subsequent hits).

Beware the Eldritch Haikthulhu

I joined Twitter and decided to create some content instead of just informing stalkers of my daily itinerary.  What’s the shortest short form writing I know, haiku, and what goes better with traditional Japanese poetry than Lovecraftian themes. 

Behold the haikthulhu:

Miskatonic U

Homecoming interrupted

Don’t haze the Shoggoth

or

Necronomicon

Ex Libris the Mad Arab

Steep overdue fine

or

Visit Arkham, Mass.

College Town; Cthulhu Cursed;

 Denny’s Now Open

For more unbelievable Tweets like these follow me @BenSonofJacob.

In An Alternate Reality Lost Had Answers: Part III – By the Numbers

It is the weight, not numbers of experiments that is to be regarded.
– Isaac Newton

Almost two weeks past the finale and already the plot begins to fade, like all unresolved issues, from my mind.  I’ll finish today with the first mystery.  I’m sure I’ve missed some (pipe up and I’ll solve them for you), but the point of these posts was not to plug every hole, but just to show that it could be done.  There could have been a solution.  There could have been an end.  Instead the creators chose to stop dead (pardon the pun).  Narrative is about adding meaning to the universe which has enough mystery of it’s own thank you very much.

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In an Alternate Reality Lost Had Answers: Part II – Why Are We Here?

I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it.  ~Jack Handey

As the week since the finale has progressed I’ve seen many people begin to defend the show and say, “they gave me what I wanted.” That’s all well and good and I would not venture to take away another’s pleasure, but for me they didn’t provide what was promised.  The search for meaning and purpose in a chaotic world was brought up as a theme again and again.   In the end we are shown Jack finding his purpose, but what was it and why?

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In an Alternate Reality Lost Had Answers: Part I – What Is the Island?

Everyone always complains about the weather, but no one ever does anything about it.

So the end of Lost was a disappointment.  The writers set a lot of plots in motion but couldn’t figure out how to tie them altogether, so they picked the ones that they knew they could wrap up and left all the rest a “mystery.”  Fine.  It’s their choice and maybe there was no way to tie all those different pieces together into something that would make sense and that people would care about…or maybe there was.  Here’s my attempt. Continue reading