I was trying to get a shot of our neighborhood roadrunner this morning as it hopped down into Lissa’s garden, a sort of “living Garden Gnome” shot. But I realized as I looked through the results that the garden itself, Lissa’s great work of living art, overwhelms the bird, however cool the roadrunner might be.
We’re Approaching Global Warming All Wrong & How To Use Conspiracy Theories To Fix It — Thinkpiece Bot (@thinkpiecebot) October 13, 2015 Sometime yesterday afternoon, my “grandbotchild” @thinkpiecebot passed a milestone: my daughter Nora Reed’s digital art now has more Twitter followers than I do. The bot is a thousand lines of code that is …
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There is some irony in my daughter’s latest digital art project being written up in Slate. I know that. But proud dad’s gotta blog, right? Hilarity generally ensues when Lissa and I try to explain Nora Reed’s digital art to members of our own generation: "It's a robot. That tells jokes. Kinda like if …
It was free iris (and a little cactus) day today at the Lissa Heineman Garden and Art Emporium. The garden, a project of 20-plus years’ duration, has come to be Lissa’s best work of art (at least that’s what I think), a constantly evolving thing that is great in part because it will never be …
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My daughter’s got a smart and also hilarious new project involving video games and feminism and goats: Goats are not restricted by human morality. Crashing into a party onto a jetpack and setting oneself and half the guests on fire is not done with malice when it is done by the protagonist-goat of Goat Simulator; …
When I was a youngster, which was a very long time ago, a guy named Ed Helminski took me into his journalistic embrace. Ed had a business model that involved smart coverage of the U.S. nuclear enterprise, and he made that model work at a time when journalistic models were faltering all around us. His …
tl;dr Lissa and I met a man today who saw Big Foot in the foothills of the Chuska Mountains on the Navajo Nation west of Newcomb, New Mexico. He could neither hear nor speak, but we have no reason to doubt his story. Lissa misplaced her purse, which was easily found, and we bought a …