Friday, October 24, 2008

Colder Days

Heat is coming out of the air and leaving our city. The mansion in East Liberty looks like it won't pull through. I might have found a better deal right here in Bloomfield, my fingers are crossed.

Saturday, October 11, 2008


A huge model of the Santa Maria just rolled down Liberty Ave, outside the coffee-shop window where I am with a mock Christopher Columbus astride. Perhaps the slowness of this blog is like the quiet before a storm. All the elements are in the air. On Monday my sister will move into my little leaky flat with me. Yesterday I offered a man 8 thousand dollars for a mansion-turned apartment complex- turned shit-hole. Maybe it will turn into the cyberpunk apocalypse: a home base for an Idea.

Now a huge police vehicle with my small city's logo on on it above the words "MOVING COMMAND," is driving by. It is twice as wide and high as the firetruck following behind it. I assume it is in case all anarchy brakes out and the City leaders need to barricade themselves within.

I'm now reading about Sci-Fi in books by Disch and Asimov. Asimov for one seems to have ideas that are not unlike my own. He says that the most interesting thing about Sci-Fi is that since the industrial revolution science and technology has forced everyone--politicians, businessmen, factory workers--to take advances in science and technology and science into account as they plan for the future.
According to Asimov, everyone in the modern world has to think like a science fiction writer.
It's the nature of modern times.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Distopian Science Fiction Book Club

The second meeting of Pittsburgh's Distopian Science Fiction Book Club is next Monday. Abandoned buildings, barrel fires and Philip K. Dick. Needless to say, it should be pretty good.

Poster Tour

For about a week I left town to help out a friend of mine and sell predictable posters at a series of bland colleges. The work was sleazy and mind-numbing, but It was a change of pace and because of it there is a fat check floating somewhere in the snail-mail system written out to the Cyberpunk Apocalypse.

When I got back last week I found boxes of books and clothes in the doorway of my apartment building. It was the first wave my sister's possessions that that have been flowing from the various cities which have been her home's this past year. Now I've convinced her to come to Pittsburgh to re-consolidate, and help me on my project. Sometime next week Todd and I will be picking her up from NYC, and dragging her to the steal city.