The LexOceania Wiki An Interactive Exhibit Celebrating Orwell's 1984

Every year, the Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning has their annual Carnegie Classics event where they choose one classic book and then throw a giant party/celebration themed around it. In the past, they’ve done To Kill  MockingbirdThe Great GatsbyCatcher in the Rye, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. In 2016, they chose George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four.

As part of this event, I created a couple different things. One of them was an interactive wiki that told the history of our town of “LexOceania”. I created an original history (a lot of which used references from the novel), and then set up a private computer in the corner which allowed anyone to walk up and edit the town’s history. Continue readingThe LexOceania Wiki An Interactive Exhibit Celebrating Orwell’s 1984

Why I Quit Buying Comic Books An Autobiography of Obsessions

During the depths of my comic book addiction, I’d spend over $100 a month on comics, half of which I didn’t even read. But I relished the days I’d go to the store, pick out a stack of books, bring them home, and then turn on a podcast as I took the time to caress them, flip around the pages, and slip them into a cardboard-backed plastic sleeve. At the time, I thought I loved comic books. While I have fond memories of many storylines and authors, I’ve come to realize that this wasn’t about Captain America or Daredevil; it was a ritual, one that combined several of my other obsessions: spending money, organizing stuff, and gushing over printed materials.

What I want to do with this essay is take a look at how an everyday activity is actually a series of smaller activities. I want to take apart the act of buying comic books so that we can better understand the intricate roles that our habits play in our lives. Continue readingWhy I Quit Buying Comic Books An Autobiography of Obsessions

The Lasting Effects of Doom

It’s 2004. A kid I know through local LAN parties convinced his workplace, a computer repair shop, to rent out the warehouse next door for a giant LAN gaming event. I’m playing Counter-Strike, or some other violent shooter, when one of the repair shop owners sees my screen and says, “Oh, it’s like Doom.” I smirk to myself and think how completely out of touch this man is, especially since Doom is already over ten years old and first-person shooters are everywhere. Even consoles, like the Nintendo 64, have their fair share of shooters, from Turok: Dinosaur Hunter to everyone’s favorite, GoldenEye 007. Heck, Halo: Combat Evolved has been out for three years by that point, so, to me (a smug, condescending 18-year-old), comparing Counter-Strike to Doom was ignorant and naive. Continue reading “The Lasting Effects of Doom”

The Mausoleum of Gratuitous Fear

This project came out of a short story writing project where Christopher McCurry challenged a group of writers to “tell me a story” every month. I had to leave after a few months, but not after creating this weird little thing. Continue reading “The Mausoleum of Gratuitous Fear”

We Can’t See You Bicycling Lesson #2 of 1,001

When you’re in a car, your windshield probably has a UV filter. This wonderful invention keeps the sun out and lets you see the world differently than people outside of your car. One side effect (albeit a good one) is that you can more easily see into other people’s cars, too. I don’t know the science behind this, but I remember driving and having no trouble watching other drivers pick their nose or sing with their stereo. Continue readingWe Can’t See You Bicycling Lesson #2 of 1,001

“This is where the blood pumps” joining the Lexington poetry community

Originally published in the May/June 2014 issue of Flashpoint Magazine.

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“Lexington right now is such a hothouse of fascinating writers in general,” says Bianca Spriggs, “especially poets.” Continue reading“This is where the blood pumps” joining the Lexington poetry community

Thanks Be to Grog Friends, Family, and Fanatics at the Ford Theatre Reunion

Originally published in the January/February 2014 issue of Flashpoint Magazine.

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Eric Myers sat on the hood of his van smoking a cigarette. It was a muggy September night outside of Lexington’s Green Lantern Bar. “Either everything burns down and we have a party,” he said. “Or everything stays up and we have a party.” Continue readingThanks Be to Grog Friends, Family, and Fanatics at the Ford Theatre Reunion

Dr. Recluse A Love Letter to American Trash

Dr Recluse front coverI self-published a novella in 2012. The title, Dr. Recluse, comes out of a misunderstanding of the main character’s name, Dachturé Klüss (pronounced “Docto -Ray – Cloose”). I use no actual languages in the book except English. On the back cover of the book, I use Bulgarian.

Ultimately, my writing and publishing this book wasn’t really about the story as much as it was about trying to finish something and then learning how to self-publish. For this reason, I didn’t feel good about selling it, so I quit selling it. I also think the story is terrible, and I learned that if you edit an entire novel a dozen times in the course of two weeks, it will look just as bad as if you never edited it at all. I am not particularly proud of the work I did writing this book, but I still like the cover and think that this demonstrates my ability to commit to something for a long period of time. Continue readingDr. Recluse A Love Letter to American Trash