Weekly Round-up, June 7, 2025

House Finch nestlings in a potted fern, about to become fledglings.

My birthday was two days ago, and O BOY, is the world getting more interesting as we move farther into 2025. Ukraine took out a sizable chunk of Russia’s nuclear-capable bombers with swarms of off-the-shelf hobbyist drones, Trump and Musk broke up and are performatively feuding, and the financial aftershocks of Trump’s tariff nonsense are hitting the street.

But other than that, things are going great!

Reading

I have returned to The Wretched of the Earth and it is once again blowing my mind.

Writing

I managed a couple of pages of world-building notes for Cacophonous, as well as a couple of lines of verse, though they weren’t very good. Or rather, interesting ideas poorly executed.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Undead, Kaiju
Setting: Battlefield
Genre: Fantasy

Listening

Alice Coltrane with Pharoah Sanders and Joe Henderson, “Turiya and Ramakrishna”, from the amazing album Ptah the El Daoud.

Interesting Links

56, or 7x2x2x2

Happy birthday to me! For no particular reason, I have decided to to a retrospective of the past forty years, in five-year intervals.

40 years ago, I had just finished my sophomore year at Springport High School. I was learning to program on my new Commodore 64 and made my spending money milking cows, baling hay, and shoveling manure. I think this was the summer that I was hired out to a neighboring farm to help with the hay baling for $2.00 an hour, which was substantially less than the $3.00 an hour I made milking cows on our farm.

35 years ago, I had just finished my junior year at Grand Valley State University and was living off-campus for the first time, in a terrible apartment on the northwest side of Grand Rapids. I worked for a landscaping company, then for a moving company, then for Meijer. My roommates and I were taking classes at a local Shorin-Ryu karate school and playing a lot of Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay. For my 21st birthday a few friends took took me to Tootsie Van Kelly’s bar in the Amway Grand, where I drank many beers, shots, and mixed drinks, including Ouzo, Guinness, and something called a Blue Motorcycle. Was it fun? Yes! Did I get horribly sick? Also yes!

30 years ago, I was living on the southeast side of Grand Rapids and working at Schuler Books, which was in the middle of leveling up to become Schuler Books & Music. I was an up-and-coming student at Master Lee’s School of Tai Chi Praying Mantis Kung Fu, and I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.’

25 years ago I was living in a different place on the southeast side and working at CyberNet Engineering, my first “real” developer job, and discovering that, for some employers, the idea of work-life balance was a thing to be roundly mocked and derided. I was now an instructor for Master Lee’s School of Tai Chi Praying Mantis Kung Fu.

20 years ago I was living in an apartment on the northeast side, which was in a house owned by a friend and occasional co-worker. I had recently quit my job at BBK Studio and was working as a contractor for Waterfall Productions, just about to be brought on board as an employee. Master Lee was training me and senior instructor Rick Powell to teach Iron Shirt Chi Kung to some of our most dedicated kung fu students.

15 years ago I was living in my current house on the northeast side, and working for PeopleDesign, the new iteration of BBK Studio. Rick and I were teaching an Iron Shirt class to a group of about ten students, three mornings a week, out of From the Heart Yoga, the studio owned by Rick and his wife Behnje.

Ten years ago I was working for my present employer and living in my current house. Caffeinated Press was just getting off the ground. Rick and I were still teaching the Iron Shirt Chi Kung class. Thus my average week included about seventy hours of work-like activity.

Five years ago my partner Zyra and I were enjoying our first summer living together, and also the first summer of the COVID lockdowns. We were also entertained by our new kitten Poe, who we had adopted from a farm in the Upper Peninsula. Zyra and Poe still live here, so we must have done something right.

And now here is me, 56 years old in 2025, still in the house with Zyra and Poe and our second cat, Pepper, who we adopted from the same farm where we got Poe. I am in my eleventh year at my current employer and things continue to go reasonably well. With a little luck, I will get to post a few dozen more of these annual updates.

Thanks for stopping by!

Weekly Round-up, May 31, 2025

[Baby House Finches in a nest in the middle of a dense fern plant in a hanging basket.]

I was sick over the Memorial Day weekend, so didn’t get out and about as much as I usually do when I have an extra day. Instead, I took care of projects around the homestead, including rearranging the basement to clear the mess created when we had to move everything to install a sump pump and drain tile. I also made progress on the big water runoff remediation project outside, which I hope will eventually make the sump pump redundant.

Zyra and I also planted more vegetables in the garden, which is about a quarter larger than it was last year, thanks to a day of lifting and moving heavy things.

Now that I think about it, much of this spring has involved lifting and moving heavy things.

Reading

While crashed out on the couch this weekend I finished Kraken Rider Z and read all of its sequel Kraken Rider Z: Thunder Kraken. One of the authors, Dyrk Ashton, is a friend I met at ConFusion back in 2015 or 2016. The Kraken Rider books are of the Progression Fantasy subgenre, and are the first of the kind I have read. I liked them! Dyrk and his co-author David Estes are excellent writers and I got the sense that writing the books was a lot of fun. And given the nature of progression fantasy, reading them and experiencing the characters as they levelled up, was quite satisfying.

Writing

My writing is still in a sort of lull, though I did jot down a couple of small piles of words which, when assembled in the right order, might become poem fragments.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Music, Fae
Setting: Small Town
Genre: Science Fiction

Listening

Prince, The Loring Park Sessions 77.

Interesting Links

 

Weekly Round-up, May 24, 2025

[A hawk, having just caught one of the robin fledglings from our back yard.]

Not much to say the week. I was crazy-busy and also got sick, so there wasn’t much to do other than try to stay awake and watch the country continue its rapid slide into fascism.

I found the time and energy at the end of the week to work in our backyard garden. That was when I heard a sudden commotion from the local robins, and looked up to see a large hawk had just caught one of the local fledglings. Better luck next incarnation, little fella.

Reading

Jack Hirschman. William Gibson. Dyrk Ashton and David Estes.

Writing

Nup’m.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Robots, Super Powers
Setting: Ocean
Genre: Literary Fiction

Listening

Robert Plant, “In the Mood”, from his album The Principle of Moments.

Interesting Links

  • Debating Trump “Ambush” of South African President With “White Genocide’ Lies” (Naked Capitalism) – Emasculated, senile, and impotent white nationalist (but I repeat myself) Donald J. Trump failed to intimidate and humiliate the South African president, and was called out on the absolute lie that is the cowardly false narrative of “white genocide”. Basically, everyone who believes that “white genocide” or “the great replacement” are real needs to be purged from the human race. And the sooner, the better. The world is better off without those racist white trash morons.

Weekly Round-up, May 17, 2025

[A Robin fledgling perched on an unused tomato cage in the middle of a patch of weeds next to the foundation of a small garage.]

Spring has definitely sprung here in West Michigan. After a week off from work I am re-acclimating myself to the daily grind. Work was busy, as was life, and everything was made busier by the schedule disruptions of a new crown on one of my teeth, a meeting of the Grand River Poetry Collective, a meeting of the Ann Arbor Science Fiction Convention, and a severe thunderstorm which blew through Thursday evening, which brought almost four inches of rain in an hour as well as several tornadoes.

But other than that, everything was business as usual.

Reading

I read Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems, and am now going through Jack Hirschman’s Front Lines, which I am quite enjoying. This is me making up for not having the mental capacity to enjoy poetry during National Poetry Month.

I just started reading Kraken Rider Z by David Estes and Dyrk Ashton. I know Dyrk from ConFusion, and have previously read his excellent Paternus Trilogy, so I have high hopes for this one. A hundred pages in, and it is pretty good!

Writing

Along with a return to reading poetry, I am writing a little more than usual, which is not difficult because anything more than “none” is more than usual.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Spiritual Beings, Kaiju
Setting: Small Town
Genre: Technothriller

Listening

Simple Minds, “Don’t You (Forget About Me)”, from the soundtrack to The Breakfast Club. This was the #1 song in the USA this week in 1985.

Interesting Links

Weekly Round-up, May 10, 2025

[A partly-cloudy sky, reflected in the water of a bog at the edge of Loda Lake at the Loda Lake Wildflower Sanctuary.]

I was on vacation last week. I worked on projects around the house. I read a lot. I took some naps. I walked in the woods. It was a good, quiet time.

Reading

I picked up Jack Hirschman’s Front Lines and Frank O’Hara’s Lunch Poems from The Book Nook in Montague. They are my current porch-sitting reads, and they are most excellent.

Writing

I didn’t accomplish much other than a single poem to close out my most recently-filled journal. It has promise.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Portals, Empire
Setting: Ruins
Genre: Horror

Listening

Ringo Starr, “It Don’t Come Easy.”

Please, remember peace is how we make it
Here within your reach if you’re big enough to take it

Interesting Links

Weekly Round-up, May 3, 2025

[The Sixth Street Dam in Grand Rapids, Michigan, viewed from the east bank, just south of the dam.]

This past week was the first in several months in which I worked less than 45 hours. But I had many other tasks outside of work, which kept me quite busy. I have the next week off from work, and have no plans, other than the plan to not plan anything for the week.

Reading

I am slowly reading through Get ’em Young, Treat ’em Tough, Tell ’em Nothing, a collection of short stories by Robin McLean. They’re pretty good.

Writing

Nothing to report on this front.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Aliens, Language
Setting: Border Town
Genre: Solarpunk

Listening

Billy Idol‘s “The Dead Next Door,” from his superb 1983 album Rebel Yell. I have had a snippet of an earworm stuck in my head for a few days, and while it is not this song, “The Dead Next Door” came up while I was searching.

Interesting Links

Weekly Round-up, April 26, 2025

[Lilac blossoms on a small lilac tree I pass on my morning walks to the office.]

Spring, it appears, has arrived here in West Michigan.

As my workload eases slightly I have been listening to some of the recordings at the Naropa Poetics Audio Archive. In particular, a series of lectures from a 1991 workshop called “Beat and Other Rebel Angels,” run by Joanne Kyger at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics.

In the first of eight lectures from the workshop, Kyger talks extensively of Jack Spicer, of whom I recently became aware when reading the Evergreen Review Reader, 1957-1966 earlier this year. Spicer had significant interaction with Richard Brautigan, and now I think I need to seek out more of his work.

Reading

I finished my Brautigan book, which included Trout Fishing In America, The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster, and In Watermelon Sugar. My brain is now wonderfully twisted.

Writing

I managed another poem or two this week, but most of my creative energy went to writing code.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Reincarnation, Portals
Setting: Wilderness
Genre: Horror

Listening

“Me & You vs. the World” by Space, from their 1996 album Spiders.

Interesting Links

Weekly Round-up, April 19, 2025

[A bumblebee sunning itself on one of our steps, after presumably being drenched in a recent thunderstorm.]

The particular insanity has sublimated into my life and become indistinguishable from the general insanity which permeates society like background radiation or herpes.

Reading

Having finished The City and the City, I am now focused on Frantz Fanon‘s The Wretched of the Earth during the day, and Richard Brautigan‘s Trout Fishing in America in the evening. I finished Trout Fishing in America, which is the first of three volumes in my only book of Brautigan. Next up therein is the poetry collection The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. After that is his surrealist text In Watermelon Sugar.

The first poem in The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster is “All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace”. I think we can safely say at this point that the machines watching over us are doing so with neither love nor grace.

Writing

I have so far this month written around seven poems and poem fragments, which is outstanding considering *gestures at the world*.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Dreams, Addiction
Setting: Labyrinth
Genre: Horror

Listening

“Butterfly Wings” by Machines of Loving Grace, from their 1993 album Concentration. Seemed appropriate.

Interesting Links

Weekly Round-up, April 12, 2025

[Poe, enjoying herself in the spring sunshine.]

While it may be a stretch to say that warm weather has arrived, seasonably-appropriate weather has arrived, and compared to the recent cold snap, it feels warm. In other words, we are getting historically-average weather which, compared to the past years of excessive heat, feels unseasonably cold.

My partner and I just finished starting several dozen seeds. We were a couple of weeks late in this task, but given the extended growing season, thanks to the aforementioned global warming, it shouldn’t affect our yield.

Work landed on me with both feet this past week, and I ended up working some extremely long days, and as this post goes live late Saturday afternoon, I am still working. Thus my creative output was much diminished.

Reading

I am more than halfway through The City and the City, which I am still quite enjoying. I haven’t made much progress in Trout Fishing In America or The Wretched of the Earth, but I hope to change that in the upcoming week.

Writing

Nothing to report. This has been a busy week.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Robots, Music
Setting: Ruins
Genre: Romance

Listening

David Bowie, “The Man Who Sold the World”, from the album The Man Who Sold the World.

Interesting Links