A few thoughts and experiences from this week.
- The sad state of American “debate” persists. In short:
It’s not a mosque, it’s not at Ground Zero, it’s not violating a zoning ordinance, and we live in a country that, like it or not, protects religious freedom.
- Yesterday, I received news that my last surviving grandparent, Mary Tropasso, has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. A tough old Italian broad about to be destroyed by the scourge of centuries. One in four Americans will be lost to this disease, and yet its terrorism we’re worried about. Imagine the national commitment if a Jihadist was killing a quarter of our population.
- I’m about to begin the unenviable business of trying to approach the ever-dwindling world of publishers and literary agents, now that I’ve finished my latest science-fiction novel. 110,000 words of characters and technologies, life-and-death struggles and a society on the verge of tearing itself to shreds. My novel is set in a gritty futuristic world divided by polarities, those who reside in cozy enclaves, and those who fight for survival in the Outlands. This social framework revolves around the subject of mind-uploading. It is the beginning of what I hope will be an exciting new science-fiction series, a look at humanity’s tenuous steps into an uncertain future.
- Life is choice, chance, and what you’re willing to fight for.