building my kingdom

Look inside the benevolent knight whose cracks reveal the darkened halls of new breath's dawn.

Is this writing's equivalent of scribbling? Some kind of improvisational performance in a static medium? Pretentious sophomoric garbage? That's partially up to you. Interpretation is a funny thing, but not the kind that will make you laugh. There are facts, that most of us can agree upon and then there are interpretations where disagreement is just as likely. Context plays a part, no doubt. If Picasso draws something that looks like it was produced by a five year old it's a staggering work of heartbreaking genius (or is generally accepted as such), I draw something in a similar vein and my little sister laughs. Little else transpires by way of response. Picasso has a prodigious body of work, whereas I do not. So, he can get away with a lot more then I can (he's a genius). Social constructs meet mental ones and we interpret stuff according to whatever framework we've erected over the course of our lives. But you don't have to buy into social currency, you can create you're own. Literally any interpretation is possible if you get creative enough.

a little light reading with Mr Baum 2

Maybe you're missing a brain, or a heart or something else. You're not as fully complete as you'd like to be. All rational measures look unpromising, then like a tunnel of light breaking through the dark horizon of death: a little hope. A benevolent, powerful being in a magnificent city wields the wherewithal to alleviate the embarrassment of your long held, torturous short-comings. With the avenues of the probable leading to unwanted ends the highly-improbable, nigh-impossible are the only roads left to take.

Dorothy wants to go home, I want a lot of things. You set out on a journey searching for the end of the rainbow. Good luck.

a brief history of me getting published, birth of the author

for a more general and reliable explanation of how human ingenuity produced the cult of publishing and the accompanying celebrity that surrounds those who are successful in the enterprise heretofore mentioned check out wikipedia or something. The following is merely a collection of rumours, distorted facts and personal opinion...

32,000 years ago or thereabouts some troglodytes draw on a cave wall. No one knows why.

For a long time: no new developments.

Circa 3000BCE Block printing pops up etc.

Medieval priests and stuff hand copy stuff. Let's get to the good stuff.

During the 1450's Gutenberg invents movable type. Now we're talking. The People learn to read. Catholicism begins to lose it's hold in the west.

Around the 18th century the modern novel is invented. Entrepreneurs begin publishing and make bundles of money off of the work of the authors.

December 25th, 1990, Tim Berners-Lee invents the internet. Big development.

July 25th, 2004 SkyNet achieves sentience.

Sometime in the not-too-distant future Web 1.0 becomes Web 2.0 The People start publishing W(ever)TF they want. I am one of those people.

Today, you read this.

And that's the story of how I got published...

next how the universe brought about my existence.