Detroit in Ruins
#WritingFromIsolationWard
Before:
Kevin was born on the mossy hills of Scotland and lived for a while in West Lothian before the mores of pre-Thatcher and REALLY pre-Oasis Great Britain sent his family across the ocean to North America. They moved here and there and Kevin did the same when he was old enough. Now he lives in London with his family and a Dog.
Kevin Wardrop is an amateur writer, amateur photographer and professional pain in the ass. He has worked in the PC support business for most of his adult life and has been accustomed to simply answering technical questions as a matter of fiat, it was his career choice after all. Now he herds cats and puppies for a living as well as babysitting the web enterprises at the heart of western industry.
Water sneaking into the walls in the sun room.
The Cabinet falls off the bathroom wall, cracks the toilet tank and floods the house!
150 bucks in repairs for the toilet alone!
Shower in need of repair.
And the Best New Years I’ve had in years!
Thanks very much for coming over Shawn, Adria, Chris, Rosie, Talia, Silas and Laurie.
Even standing in soggy towels and nursing a hangover for two days couldn’t really dampen my smile.
What a way to start 2001 indeed!
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The Photo That Brought AIDS Home
Bill Kirby tries to comfort his dying son, David. “On the day that David died,” Therese Frare told LIFE, “I happened to be visiting Peta. It was in the morning and they came in to get Peta so he could be with David, and he took me with him. I stayed outside David’s room, minding my own business, when David’s mom, Kay, came out and said, ‘We’d like you to photograph people saying their final goodbyes to David.’ I went in, and just stood in the corner of that room, quiet, barely moving, and it all happened as I watched and photographed it. After that, I did realize that, yes, something truly incredible had unfolded, right in front of me.”
I can’t say that I ever abided nerd stereotypes: I was never alone or felt outcast. I had a circle of friends who were similarly drawn to the exotica of pop culture (or, at least, what was considered pop culture at the time in northern Virginia)—Monty Python, post-punk music, comic books, slasher films, and videogames. We were a sizable clique. The terms nerd and geek were convenient shorthand used by other cliques to categorize us. But they were thin descriptors.
Where is autocorrect you bastard! at least this new phine was free!
I’m writing this from my new android 2.2 device.
Tentatively I may go back to the iphone if I cant get my hands on better ebook reader as the alkido(?) one is pretty bog standard.
If anyone knows how to get the font smaller than 16 point, give me a clue.