I've been subscribed to @sfshorts on Twitter, which is not about short pants worn in San Fransisco. No, it's a micro-fiction publication run by my friend ElizabethN and her friend (and someone I know online) preinheimer, wherein they publish a full science fiction story within the space of 1 or 2 tweets -- that's a full sci-fi story within 280 characters.
Micro-fiction seems like a great medium for people that aren't as invested in the whole effort of writing, but it offers some challenges of its own. Stylistically, one of the rules seems to be no txt-speak; You can't abbreviate every little thing to make your stories longer. And still, it has to make sense.
Berta and I have started making beer at home. It's actually not that hard, and it's pretty rewarding as far as hobbies go. The effort is only a couple of nights out of a month, and the result is something tangible that you can enjoy and share.
recently cross-posted a piece to Philadelphia Magazine concerning the most influential Twitter users in Philadelphia. Twitter - along with general social bookmarking sites - have always intrigued me in terms of influence; how emerging topics in the social networks can indicate trends in the real world. This localized aspect of Twitter is also very interesting to me. I can think of a specific example from my recent vacation.
Although it's not the topic of this post specifically, my workplace is currently all male. This is not by design. There have been occasions when we've attempted to hire competent people and they also happened to be female. The dearth of women in the software and web development industry is a sad fact that I believe is common worldwide.
The whole family went with Abby's Girl Scout troop to French Creek for an overnight camping trip. I've always suspected that Girl Scouts, at least at Abby's level if not through the whole thing, was "camping light", since every time that Abby and Berta had gone before, they had stayed in hotel-like cabins.
I remember some "luxurious" camping accommodations in my scouting days, like a cement-floor cabin with metal spring bunks (no, no mattress, just the springs) and a fireplace. But nothing with real furniture. Unlike the reports I'd gotten from Berta upon their return from Abby's scout trips.
Just A Ride
We Want Your Soul (Club Mix)
Once In A Lifetime
Bomb Scare
