It’s been a year since I quit Twitter? Huh! Time really flies when you stop snorting poorly-researched hot takes off the internet’s sweaty ass crack. 😜
Yesterday, we saw a flock of parrots in a fruit tree. They were hard to find in the tree, and as loud as a bunch of drunk spring breakers. What’s the point of camouflage if you’re screaming your head off?
Can you find the party parrot? He’s in there, I swear.
Hell is the Absence of God
I’m re-reading Ted Chiang’s short story collection Stories of your life and Others
This is the story of a man named Neil Fisk, and how he came to love God.
BTW, if you’re new to Chiang’s work, start with Anxiety is the Dizziness of Freedom.
Chiang may be the best short story writer living today. What fascinates me is that there’s nothing particularly interesting or deconstructable about his sentences. He builds cathedrals out of very simple bricks. Stories of Your Life was the basis for the movie Arrival.
I’m tempted to give up on mystery short stories. With rare exceptions, what interests me in a crime story are all the human motivations and personalities, as well as hidden truths hidden within a thicket of lies. In 2000 words? Hardly worth it. But speculative fiction is perfect for shorts. Speculative fiction is about ideas.
Okay. It’s time to work on my past tense irregular verbs. Also: Fuck you, past tense irregular verbs! 😂
