Upcoming Release
After four long years, the next entry in the Vinestead Anthology is finally coming to book stores everywhere. Well, not everywhere. Mostly Amazon and other online retailers. You now how it is. Anyway, everyone is super excited about this much-anticipated book, and you should be too. It's got everything you'd expect from a Vinestead book: hackers, morally gray protagonists, and lots of cursing. Pre-orders will be coming soon!
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As a science fiction writer, I learned early on how to be comfortable being dead wrong about the future. I grew up in a time when books featured Evil Corporations™️that were trying to steal your data, spy on you, and influence your decision-making through well-placed propaganda. That’s still kinda
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How Billy Madison Could Have Won the Academic Decathalon
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Crying in Bed, Reading in the Park, Writing Everywhere
The other night, Matador had trouble falling asleep. Something was plaguing his little eight-year-old mind, and he tossed and turned in his bed while I lay reading and crying beside him. Not openly, of course. I wasn’t bawling. But tears ran down my cheeks, and the same low light that
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So did RISC architecture really change everything or what?
There’s a moment in Hackers when Dade Murphy, aka Crash Override, aka Zero Cool, is poking around Kate Libby’s laptop. He notices the specs and starts rattling them off to prove he’s in the know: Dade: It has a killer refresh rate. Kate: P6 chip. Triple the speed
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The Little Man Will Tell You
By the end of the 1980s, my dad’s Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme was starting to show signs of aging. As a kid, I knew nothing of the mechanical problems plaguing The Great Silver Beast, but something must have been wrong if we were borrowing my grandmother’s car for a road trip.
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