A Writer’s Blog​

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The End of Reading 

And Why It Is Not All the signs are there. We spend hours scrolling or swiping left and right, liking andsharing, and inputting cryptic emojis . . .

The Instant Expert

While we accumulate Knowledge by learning from others, how do we put on Wisdom? We read. Oh, that sounds smart, we say. Copy. Paste. Recommend. . . .

The Good Ones

When the waiter ran half up Skadarljia to bring me my credit card and glasses that I left in the restaurant, I was forced to . . .

Readings​

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La Tercera
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Riverbank

THE SNOW WAS still falling outside, blanketing the . . .

Through His Eyes

At the Scene FAR TOO EARLY on a . . .

Bicentennial

The future is 1976. It hovers just out . . .

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La Tercera
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Dusk
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Day 52 and All’s Well

I have been trying to write up my impressions . . .

And Now…

When I published my last blog, I announced that . . .

The Change
What if you decide that none of these assumptions, . . .

Harley’s Prologue​

This is the story of Harley Edison, a man trying to make sense of a world that has passed him by in many ways but impatiently expects him to catch up.

Readings​

Chris's bookshelf: currently-reading

La Tercera
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tagged: currently-reading
Dusk
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tagged: currently-reading
goodreads.com

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Riverbank

THE SNOW WAS still falling outside, blanketing the streets in its deceptive white, coating the walkways with black ice. On the inside, drifting under the . . .

Through His Eyes

At the Scene FAR TOO EARLY on a Tuesday morning, unshaved and only just adequately dressed for his station, he arrived at the unfamiliar place . . .

Bicentennial

The future is 1976. It hovers just out of reach, only five months away, barely visible on the August horizon but reaching back along the . . .