Observations From Hadleyville: WEEKENDS ARE FOR FUN: COOLER THAN YOU

Saturday, June 30, 2012

WEEKENDS ARE FOR FUN: COOLER THAN YOU

My dad is a design and engineering prodigy. He is one of those naturals who never completed school, knows nothing of theory and equation, yet instinctively understands the properties of the materials he works with. Not only that, but the things he builds are beautiful in themselves. When I was a teenager he took an old stingray bicycle and rebuilt it "chopper" style. He did this simply to showcase the fiberglass seats, tanks and fenders he'd created as bolt-on accessories for bicycles. Below is a photo of that Chopper-Style bike.

Yep, my dad was and is the epitome of cool.

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WORDS OF WISDOM FOR WRITERS

The secret of becoming a writer is that you have to write. You have to write a lot. You also have to finish what you write, even though no one wants it yet. If you don't learn to finish your work, no one will ever want to see it. The biggest mistake new writers make is carrying around copies of unfinished work to inflict on their friends.

I am sure it has been done with less, but you should be prepared to write and throw away a million words of finished material. By finished, I mean completed, done, ready to submit, and written as well as you know how at the time you wrote it.
-Jerry Pournelle

WHAT'S THIS HADLEYVILLE THING?

Those of you familiar with Mark Twain’s works might recognize my blog title. As Samuel Clemons grew older, he became increasingly disillusioned with humanity. Towards the end he began referring to the Damned Human Race; employing the secular and religious epithet at one stroke.

I find I’ve not reached that level of despair myself. I still believe in redemption and I still see signs of nobility even among we fallen, damned creatures. So, I could not bring myself to call this blog “On the Damned Human Race.” I do however, resonate with another of Clemmons stories; “The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg.” And viola, there you have it. “Observations From Hadleyville.”