Monthly Archives: May 2013

Just a Random Story of Awesome

This has nothing to do with writing, but I am so in awe of the day that I have had that I feel it’s worth sharing. YMMV.

Most of you probably don’t know that I do not drive. Never learned how. Thus, I am pretty familiar with public transportation.

I could walk from my apartment to my last job. My next (current) job is walkable on a nice day or in a pinch, but it is vastly quicker for me to take the local public transportation – a bus.

Now, because I’m pretty familiar with public transportation, I know to keep an eye on my stuff and make sure I leave the bus with all the things that I got on it with.

This past Friday, I bought groceries at the store next to a bus stop (as I do probably once a week). I had to run to catch the bus, but caught it on time and headed home. Twenty minutes later, I realized I had forgotten to buy something and needed to run to the store across the street. I reached into my bag for my wallet and…


Cue a ten-minute freakout while I try to figure out where in my (small) apartment I might have deposited my wallet. Nothing.

Then I forced myself to sit down and be reasonable. I had last seen my wallet in the grocery store. Call up the grocery store. Nothing.

That’s when I realized that I most likely left my wallet behind on the bus.

Another thing that you should know about my wallet – because I am prone to lose things in the abyss of my desk drawer but had never before lost my wallet, I keep several fairly important documents in my wallet. Things that would be expensive, in time or money or both, to replace.

So, I cancel the card in my wallet, make a police report, and miserably dig in for Memorial Day weekend (fortunately, remember, my last act had been the buying of groceries, so all was not lost). I also called the public transport authority, but was informed they were closed until Tuesday for the holiday weekend.

Fast forward to Tuesday. I call the public transit authority again. They look in their lost and found. No dice, but they tell me to call back later that afternoon.

I call back as told, but I was pretty sure it was a perfunctory measure. Only to be told that my wallet had been turned in and I could pick it up.

Because (again) I don’t drive, I had to beg a ride to their offices, which I did this afternoon.

My wallet was missing the cash, but it didn’t have more than $10-$15 in it at the time. More importantly? All of those Important Documents? They were there. Against all odds, I managed to lose vitally important documents on public transportation and, less than a week later, had them back in hand.

I don’t know where I racked up the good karma, but I’m not complaining.


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Book review – The Postmortal

[Ahem. Yep. Once a week and all.]

So, to bring back a feature of the blog long since vanished, I’d like to talk briefly today about a book that I recently finished for the second time – The Postmortal by Drew Magary.

Lots of books contemplate a society where there’s a formula or some description of the potential for human immortality. As best as I can recall, these books are usually set in the far-future, where humanity is spread across dozens of worlds and galaxies and there’s plenty of room for all to live and let live.

But what if the formula for immortality came when we were all still Earthbound?

This book (pub’ed in 2011), contemplates (in black hilarity) such a cure being found in 2019. The story follows main character John Farrell, who starts off the story illegally getting the cure from a black market doctor. After considerable bloodshed, the cure is finally legalized.

Over the next sixty years, society slowly stagnates and decays, and Farrell makes the transformation from a lawyer who specializes in “cycle marriages” to a nomad to an “end specialist”, all the while haunted by the memories of the two women that the Cure has taken away from him and searching for a meaning in a world that has absolved itself of it.

Not only is the main narrative exceedingly darkly funny and well-written, but it has something I really enjoy in novels if pulled-off well (and it is here). The main narrative is written in close first person, but it is interspersed with vignettes from newspapers, tv shows, interviews, and the like, that turn what would otherwise be a narrative of one man’s journey into a global tale of caution.

[Going on vacation this coming week, so if you don’t see another post, that’s totally why.]

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