From “Sarrava” of the mighty PDX Browncoats!
Year: 2010
Postcards #28, 29, and 30
The final three parts of JRA‘s multi-card message. (Did I call it or what? Backsolving FTW!)
Postcard #20
I’m not sure what Raj was doing in Beantown, but he seems to have no trouble finding fellow Stanford football fans, wherever he goes. (This postcard is out of sequence due to a sanitization delay.)
SnoutCast #38: “GC Transparency Redux”
To those who attended GC Summit 2009, the title should speak for itself. If you’re having trouble recalling, here’s an audiovisual reminder:http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-947116768722001147 And now, our audio-only follow-up… [ Download mp3 – 36 MB ] 00:00 – Abbreviated Feline Parable Teaser01:10…
In Which My Demands Are Not Met
I haven’t been able to go out to any movies for a few weeks because of my annoying eye condition. I can still see close up, so I have been able to work on my laptop and catch up on…
Kickboxing Baby
Earlier today, at dim sum with my sister’s eight-month-old daughter: That’s my dad holding Kara while she tries to decide which of the strange new adults (Aunt DeeAnn or Uncle Curtis) she wants to get away from more.
Some Weather We’re Having
This is the current view from my parents’ house in southern California. They live on a hill overlooking downtown Los Angeles, but you’d never know it from this shot: Meanwhile, in Portland, Oregon, it was quite sunny yesterday afternoon. I’m…
Friday Flash Fiction: “Division of Labour”
Yes, I know those are rats in the picture, not gerbils. Have you ever tried to find a Creative Commons-licensed photo of two gerbils? And yes, I could have just changed them to rats in the story, but gerbils seem…
Book Report: Boneshaker
Our second Virtual Speculative Fiction Book Club selection was much better than the first. Our second club meeting was also an improvement, since Kathy and Brian were visiting Portland that weekend and we discussed zombies and airships while enjoying coffee…
Postcard #27
You stay classy, Ken and Jerry! I also like how the Postal Service felt it necessary to include a warning about the insufficient postage–but still delivered the card. I guess I’ll just owe them the sixteen cents?