What on Earth is a Window?
A window is a glimpse into a moment of time. Think of it as a frame in a movie. Some people have photographic memories. A window might be like that – however, it is not. All of our senses combine in weird ways to shape our memories. Some people remember quirky details. Some people remember specific details. A window is a recording of all of this.
Think of it as sitting down your grandparents. There is a foggy distant memory that can be pulled from their mind. That thread is a colorful explosion that travels through time and takes us to a different place. This is a window.
Collected here are a number of windows for your enjoyment. Please feel free to comment on them. Everyone would love to hear if they help bring back some of your memories.
- RT @AM_Moschera: Calling out all my Cyber folks! @octoconsulting has exciting Cyber opportunities. Check us out or contact @jmint0 https:/… 5 months ago
- @octoconsulting is looking for Cybersecurity Software Developers. Send me your resume so we can get you on our team! hirebridge.com/v3/Jobs/JobDet… 5 months ago
- RT @ID_AA_Carmack: Programming Montage in Squirrel Girl 23 https://t.co/Xy6kOXq8YS 6 months ago
- RT @dstepp2: Just taking some cyber security training with graphics pulled from The Lawnmower Man movie. https://t.co/HZCJUo4Y7h 6 months ago
- RT @find_evil: When Office tries to spellcheck the word forensicator and suggests "fornicator" https://t.co/B3Q8wvCruu 6 months ago
Category Archives: Non-Fiction
It had its own song. It came from every direction. There were highs. There were lows. The dynamics changed from soft to loud then back again. In this mix was a clever little girl with a sing-song voice. She was … Continue reading
“Papa, I can always tell we’re about to go on a trip because my tummy tells me so.” We’d been on the road for no more than ten minutes. The car swerved and pulled to the right. A semi-truck had … Continue reading
The roads were slippery. The car slid into the turn. The backend wanted to fish out, but it was easy to keep in check. The slow speed and early acceleration let the car missile through a gentle curve – albeit … Continue reading
I’ve come to see you before. It has actually been twice. The first time was a special trip. The second was for a show. Both were wonderful times.
It would be very easy to say that it was the form. It had been thought of before at length. Volumes could be written about that alone. The pose, however, was unique.
Barnes and Nobles was crowded with children. Ricky Ricotta was missing. Captain Underpants was there. I don’t like underpants. Carle was alluring. Kids were waiting for a story teller. Where do these guys come from? They are so dreadful. Surely … Continue reading
The gaps are interesting. It’s a break in the outside the traditional form. The gaps are never there in our memory. All we have are the curves from the outline. It’s a basic form everyone understands. This is why the … Continue reading
It’s hard to stretch up on your toes to do work: tightening screws, screwing in hooks, or placing a nail. A bad back does not help. The pain is subtle and familiar. It seems to affect the world. Everything amplifies.
I am looking at the hair on my lover’s back. They move upward from the rise and fall of the curves. They all reach toward the sky. There are many. They are a black silhouette.