June 2012 Blog Posts (65)

... the project persistently continues to do well, and all those around it continue to work hard (except for Arthur, who continues to demand pay increases and his own Winnebago* with a star on the door). 

... That may have been an exaggeration completely. Please, don't hurt us, Arthur! He has ways of redefining…

Last year, I had one person join me for the trip to Bedford for the recreation of the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. This year it was just me. Oh, there were a few who made noises about coming and a few more who seemed intent and had arranged their car pool and everything but, in the end, I was the only…

Just one link today, but it's an interesting one: Prada has a steampunk-themed collection now. Whee!

Years ago when I was involved much more in Star Trek fandom than I am now, our Klingon ship would go to movie premiers in force. I had tables full of props, books, comics and other memorabilia along with posters, flags an banners. In full gear with leather, spikey boots, long hair and knobby foreheads, we would have literal run of the place, the managers saying that we could see any movie we wanted while we were there.

The steampunks in Pittsburgh do not have that sort of…

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Even though Rhett Butler doesn't know a woman in Paris who wears them any more...

Dearest Ladies, Gentlemen, and friends of steampunk everywhere,

I cannot thank you all enough for your diligence and love for our favorite genre. I have been working steadily on bringing about the next in my series of steampunk inspired illustrated novels. The trilogy of these books starting with Broken Silences started as a simple comment made by a student of mine concerning one of my sketches.

With that same spark, I'm hoping you can help me in the…

The Little Pond                                                                                              

Our bed

so warm but you are cold                           

birds sing and still you sleep

the hand I touch an iron  rasp

the ear I see   waxy white

the chest moves not a fraction

something scurries in my hair

hollowed eyes peer across the bed’s

edge  it turns my gut to stone

you make not a…