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October 31, 2006

Trick or Treat!

Category: Riding the Waves

It was ghoulish! It was macabre!...

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Too creepy?

Category: Riding the Waves

Ok, so, I may have made my porch a little too spooky this Halloween:...

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Looking for Frankenstein

Category: Ethics

I've kept this research paper in the archives for too long. Converging topics as diverse as bioethics and Gothic literature, it was one of the most enjoyable papers I've ever had to write. What better day could there be to...

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October 30, 2006

Freaky Fractals

Category: Fractals

In order to make up for my recent shortage of Friday Fractals, I've assembled a few at once, with a Halloween-ish theme. I browsed over the Mandelbrot set, seeking the spookiest angles. What seems freakiest is the unending depths...

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October 23, 2006

A Hint of Rosemary

Category: Lens of Fiction

The air was thick with the aroma of bacon fat. This was a comforting, home-like scent, yet the feeling was anything but comforting. In the midst of this tense, smoky atmosphere, an old crone hunched over the stove, struggling with a jar of herbs and cursing under her breath. Her trembling fingers painfully twisted the lid. With the lid sticking fast, her knuckles turned white. She threw a look of contempt across the room, to the figure sitting at her dining table. The edge of her lips curled upwards in a sneer, and a small puff of air escaped her nose, as if from an agitated fighting bull. The presence of the stranger gave her a feeling of anxiety, an emotion she struggled to conceal.

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October 22, 2006

Frighten Yourself in 8 Days

Category: Riding the Waves

You awaken in a gloomy, unfamiliar hotel room, unsure of anything--even your own identity. You can search the room, or the dark alleys beyond, and discover the answers, but beware. Each clue may only serve to deepen the mystery, and...

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October 21, 2006

An Introduction with a Tim Burton Bonus

Category: Riding the Waves

(/lurk) As a fan of the dark and eerie, a student of the strange, and a writer of creepy tales, I'm delighted by the approach of Halloween. It sort of snuck up on me, as those dark little twists tend...

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October 13, 2006

Some Philosophy, a Few Autumn Photographs, and a Canal

Category: The Arrow of Time

Is a place timeless? Is a hill the same hill after a hundred years, or a thousand? For instance, this black and white photograph on the right shows a canal along the Front Range. But how old is it? Does...

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October 9, 2006

West from Westminster Hill, Then and Now

Category: Colorado

In the early 1900s, Louis Charles McClure, who studied under the famous pioneer photographer, William Henry Jackson, followed the construction of the Denver Interurban Railroad. In or about 1908, he took a number of landscape photographs highlighting the railroad's journey...

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October 6, 2006

Friday Fractal XXI

Category: Fractals

To compare this evening's fractal with nature, take a walk. Look beyond the scaling patterns in the autumn leaves, the branching trees, the billowing clouds, and up into the darkness of space. If the time is right, you'll see a...

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October 5, 2006

Seasons Change (Development on the Front Range, Part III)

Category: Colorado

John Frank Church was born in the Wild West--a young cowboy on the Front Range. He used to help his Pa, George, with the harvest and driving cattle across the continental divide each spring to graze. The famous (or infamous, depending on your perspective) Buffalo Bill used to stop by the ranch to visit the family. President Grant and his daughter once spent the night, as well. Passengers on the Overland Stage Coach frequently dropped in on their way to Denver or Boulder. Frank's mother, Sarah, was always ready to greet the road-wearied travelers, with a hot, home-cooked meal and a warm, clean bed. Necessities were met through hard work. In the early rugged west, even keeping food fresh took special measures. Meat and fish were smoked and stored. "Refrigeration" involved stocking blocks of ice, carefully cut from frozen winter lake beds, in underground, concrete "iceboxes."

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October 2, 2006

Digging into a Powerful Past

Category: The Arrow of Time

Do I have an aversion to technology? It seems absurd; I adore my computer and my microwave, my vacuum cleaner and my Ipod. So, why, then, do I hesitate to write about the impacts of technology on local history? I've...

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