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Birch Bay Public Market

Friday, May 10 through the end of summer, Cathy and I will be selling her hand-made soaps, lotions, and toiletries, along with my photography, note cards, calenders, books, etc.

Come see us!

Across the street from the C Shop

4825 Alderson Road, Birch Bay, Washington 98230


I had an automated blogroll here, powered by Google Reader, but Google, in its near-infinite lack of wisdom, killed Google Reader. Prior to this murder, all I had to do to put a blog on my blogroll (or to take it off) was to place it in a Reader folder called, appropriately enough, "blogroll" (or, of course, to remove it). I use The Old Reader now for following blogs, but it seems to have no way to something similar regarding the blogroll. If you know of a way to do this, please let me know.

My First-Ever “Flash Fiction”

In response to Chuck Wendig’s challenge:

It was probably that single fly’s foot that did it all. They thought they’d been pretty careful, but, hey, it was a hundred-odd years ago. Things happen. And what happened is one fly’s foot in a single bottle of an otherwise unremarkable single-malt Scotch whiskey.

It maybe would have been fine, even so, were it not for the bitter cold of the Antarctic. The bottle of Scotch lay there in that icy grip for all those years, warming a tiny bit each “summer,” freezing so solid the ice had ice again during the other 360 days.

The constant cycling, the bitter, bitter cold followed by the tiny warming, pushed and shoved and rearranged the various atoms and molecules, the carbon atoms against the hydrogen, the nitrogen against the DNA from the fly’s foot, the barley’s DNA back against the hydrocarbons again. Slowly slowly slowly, the cold played its Chinese sliding puzzle, trying this one against that one, that one against another.

One day, deep within the Scotch, a tiny eyeball suddenly winked open. 2.71 milliseconds later, the bottle was found, disturbed, shaken. The eye winked shut forever.

(With a tip o’ the hat to Stanislaw Lem, but I can’t remember the title.)

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