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This is a short story about breaking up, self discovery, and relearning love. It uses computer and technology metaphors not only for humor, but because they are surprisingly succinct. A glossary of terms is included at the end. First Partition When my girlfriend of 6 years and I broke up I at first blamed it on the trojan horse she had downloaded. However, I too had downloaded him years before and given him root access to my CPU. What can I say? I was young and he was my best friend, so it di...

I jerk soda in front of a large mirror behind a large wooden bar that I wipe down from time to time and nod to customers from time to time what'll you have buddy? and the conversation I control they come in suits and dresses to catch trains they discuss the handling of things with conviction they think they're better I think I'm better sometimes there are glimmers but it doesn't matter we're all too busy passing time waiting for nothing you know?

Critical Mass is a worldwide alternative transportation movement. In Minneapolis they gather the last Friday of the month for a mass bike ride, estimates say there were around two to three hundred bicyclists participating during this particular ride. This is the story of what happened to me, forwarded with a brief bio. I have lived in Minneapolis since 2000. For the last 5 years I’ve served in the Minnesota Army National Guard. I have a degree in Elementary Education from the University of Mi...

This is a short story about breaking up, self discovery, and relearning love. It uses computer and technology metaphors not only for humor, but because they are surprisingly succinct. To read the story with hypertext glossary [Click Here]. First Partition When my girlfriend of 6 years and I broke up I at first blamed it on the trojan horse she had downloaded. However, I too had downloaded him years before and given him root access to my CPU, I mean he was a great guy. See our computer was sta...

[[Drowning]] I was trying to write a poem using drowning as a metaphor. You know how at the end of a relationship you fight, and care more about winning the argument than being truthful. It’s like two people standing in boats full of holes, bailing the water out into the other person’s boat. Not trying to patch the holes, or figure out what caused them. Just wanting to make sure that they survive longer. But the poem didn’t work out, the details took over and it got muddy and messy and lost ...