Posts Tagged: philip k dick
we’re friends with the same birds #20
When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.
we’re friends with the same birds #20
When we moved into our house fifteen years ago, for me, the most charming thing about the place was not its unpainted wood shingles or open floor plan or exposed beams, it was the fact that the writer Philip K.
45 Degrees
(image courtesy Michael W. May) (for PKD, of course) Those who have been following know that I have been on a major Philip K. Dick kick lately. This short story is the grand finale of my obsession, at least for
45 Degrees
(image courtesy Michael W. May) (for PKD, of course) Those who have been following know that I have been on a major Philip K. Dick kick lately. This short story is the grand finale of my obsession, at least for
where am I and what the hell am I doing? Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis
In February and March of 1974, Philip K. Dick, my favorite science fiction writer, had a revelation. Whatever that means. If you prefer, call it a vision or a lucid dream or a stroke or a near death experience or
where am I and what the hell am I doing? Philip K. Dick’s Exegesis
In February and March of 1974, Philip K. Dick, my favorite science fiction writer, had a revelation. Whatever that means. If you prefer, call it a vision or a lucid dream or a stroke or a near death experience or
lost in space (with philip k. dick)
Something strange is going on and I’m not sure what to think, because I haven’t been writing at all. I fiddle around, revise a couple pieces, throw together some fluffy bits, but haven’t tackled anything substantial for more than a month.
lost in space (with philip k. dick)
Something strange is going on and I’m not sure what to think, because I haven’t been writing at all. I fiddle around, revise a couple pieces, throw together some fluffy bits, but haven’t tackled anything substantial for more than a month.
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
Written All Over Your Face
Every time I read a book, I do it. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I can usually only resist for a couple pages before I flip to the back to check out the picture of the author. That
how to make a grown woman cry
(photo by plumpvegan@flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/plumpvegan/) With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922-June 18, 2010), on his birthday. Sometimes, when I’m reading a really, really good book and I get to that part where plotlines converge or characters come together
how to make a grown woman cry
(photo by plumpvegan@flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/plumpvegan/) With adoration and gratitude for Jose Saramago (November16, 1922-June 18, 2010), on his birthday. Sometimes, when I’m reading a really, really good book and I get to that part where plotlines converge or characters come together
