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It has been a while since I last posted. Here is a story I wrote for Yom Kippur. I believe it is quite important. ********** The man sticks his hand out to shake mine. He is wearing a cobbled-together set of winter clothes. His hands are protected against the cold by a pair of garden… Continue reading Iran

When I started this I said that if it began to negatively impact other things in my life then I would stop. The fact is that other things have begun to prevent me from doing this. I haven’t mentioned my work before, but I work as a strategic analyst for a company that just got… Continue reading Hiatus

The windows of the car are open, but no smells assault my senses. Instead, I am buffeted by hot winds as the feel of long-baked earth pervades the air. This is a dry land, but a land that somehow supports a substantial population. Ahead, a man crosses the road, sheep trailing behind him. I slow… Continue reading Day #70: A Burst of History

“Mr Smith,” says the voice on the other end of the line. It was the man from HR. “You should be proud, you’ve been offered the job.” “Which job?” I ask. I’d interviewed for two. “Cog,” he says, “Cog Grade II. with luck and hard work, I’d expect you could be promoted – maybe to… Continue reading Day #69: The Machine

The lights in the lecture hall were dim. The projector was showing a single massive image on the screen. It was a page, obviously extremely old. On it were characters from some very odd language. It seemed to flow in a circle – from the middle to the outside or from the outside to the… Continue reading Day #68: Spirals

“I’ve got a fixer.” The lights in the operations center were dim. The smartly dressed FBI agent had short black hair and intense brown eyes. She was sitting in front of a sleek computer with a pair of massive flat screen monitors. At least 20 application windows were open. The agent, Gail Burrows, was carrying on… Continue reading Day #67: The Fixer

I’m not a man who dwells in the past. In fact, I tend to hide from it. 20 years ago, my mother was murdered. We were walking to the park, in New York’s Upper West Side. It was late winter, but the sun was shining and it was warm. It seemed like there were people… Continue reading Day #66: The Kidney Killer

(WSJ) The National Basketball Federation is in an uproar today after the financial collapse of the Vegas Texans. The NBF had distinguished from other professional sports leagues due to its unique compensation structure. Seeking to alleviate union-owner contract disputes, the NBF was formed with teams as Limited Liability Corporations. Players, instead of earning straight salaries, could also… Continue reading Day #65: Contract Negotiations

I’ve been pretty busy at work and with Purim and all. So I’ve fallen behind. I’ve got quite a hole to dig out of 🙁

The facility had been designed by one of the world’s top architects. With welcoming doors, a low-profile and an overt attempt not to make any statements it was boring in the extreme. It was the first of many such facilities – to be positioned as regularly as post offices, in every city and county in… Continue reading Day #64: Stigma