Okay, well, these are a few short stories I've written over the years -- promise not to hold them against me! But hey. Since I'm not doing anything else with them, I figured I might as well put them on the ol' web page in case some reader who happens to be meandering through my little corner of cyberspace needs some bathroom reading or whathaveyou. So.
A Broad Abroad, or, A Trip to the Prado ... or any number of other names through which it passed. This is a column I wrote at the urging of my friend Dorry Altman, editor of the Women's Times. Like it or lump it.
St. Patrick's Day, or, The Nature of Bullshit: This is a semi-autobiographical story out of my Little Blue Book, written at the bus station one morning, March 1999.
El Fin de Todo: Okay, more of my imperfect Spanish. A really really short one that I wrote for class, but I like it, whatever you may say.
La Evolución del PNV: This is a paper I wrote (my first academic writing on this subject!) on, well, the evolution of the Partido Nacionalista Vasco, or the Basque Nationalist Party. (My academic special interest is Basque studies.) This, too, is in Spanish.
How I Came to Know Her, by Abednego Grey: Sorry for the long name, but that's what it's called. About a guy and a girl and all that.
Wanderings of a Madwoman (or Typing Is Fun): This is a rather freaky story I wrote on my friend Sara's typewriter, because she was cool enough to let me use it. Forgive the unkempt appearance of that page. It is new. (Actually it's not new anymore, but I don't feel like touching it up, so ha.)
Peace Be With You. If you don't think I'm freakish enough, a venture into my academic/spiritual world will surely frighten you. This is a paper I wrote for class, and I presented it in church. It's interesting. It's about spirituality & stuff in the modern world. & stuff.
Curio Curio is this coffee shop where I spent a significant portion of the semester, studying, -socializing, writing, whatever. They have great coffee. This is just a little bit I wrote on leaving Indiana for a year.
Gratuitous Display of Poetry. Please don't judge me by this stuff, I just don't want to put anything I really like on the Internet in case I someday take that leap of faith and try to get (blush) published. Hell could freeze over and I might grow balls, after all.
Nothing else here just yet, but I'm workin' on it, dude, honest.
