10501 – A short story. (used for minimax’s origin, years ago)


A boy walked along the beach in search of a pebble. Ten years old, he was as small as five, sneakers barely leaving an imprint in the hard dark sand, cold wind whisking up wet strands of what was left of his blond hair.

The boy loved the sea. Clean and huge, it seemed to him the soul of emptiness and adventure. A bad thing was far away; he felt it seeking him. He pried a pebble from the sand, small and smooth and dark, indistinguishable from the many others, and it seemed as he looked up again that he himself was a pebble to that great wide water. Anything could happen in a place like that. It was there that he was most small.

When his father came to find him, he returned with his pebble clenched tight in the fist deep in his pants pocket. As they drove away, his mother told him that he shouldn’t be so sad, that they would come back next year. He was not sad. She lied a little lie, but he liked small things.

They came to a special apartment near the doctors’ place, where he was given special food. When they went to see the doctors he always took his pebble and concentrated on being small.

“You must be very brave so you will grow to be a big man,” one of the doctors told him. The boy knew doctors. He didn’t like them. He wanted to be small.

He knew:

Small things are very precious. You must look close to see small things. Small boys get hugs. You cannot be a small boy and be far away. Small boys can slip away and no one will notice. Doughnuts are bigger for small boys.

The doctors were always doing things. He was scared of them, but he didn’t say so. They said he was brave, but he wasn’t being brave—he was being small. When they put the needle in his back, he held tight to his pebble and whispered: Small, small, small, small…. You are smaller if you are quiet. You are smaller if you don’t scream.


There was a big boy at school who would tease him about his hair, because he was so small. But the small boy could slip away and lie in the tall grass and hide underneath the steps where no one else could go and the big boy could not find him.

When he was feeling very sick and doctors did not see him anymore, people with smiles came and asked him, “What do you want? You can have anything you want.” He didn’t feel very good; he was having trouble being small. Big things make it easier.

He wanted the sea.

His mother and father wanted to be with him when he went to the beach, but it is easier to be small if you are alone. He wore dark jeans and a dark coat; you are smaller if you are dark.

He stood on the beach in the rain. He felt very sick. The bad thing was out there, very close, looking for him. He held his pebble tightly. I am small. I am a pebble in this sea.

And though the bad thing looked and looked and looked, it could not find him.

His parents came later, and could not find him either. They seemed sad, and he wanted to wave to them, to say goodbye, to tell them that it was all right—the bad thing couldn’t get him because he was so small and you are smaller if no one sees you.

He plays there still, and though the bad thing searches angrily for him like some strange big boy, it cannot find him. He is as small as a pebble among the thousands in the sea grass, out on the wide empty edge of the sea.

1 year ago – music map, newt says hello, bhk birthday prezzie, looney labs game releases, lj crash
2 years ago – temp filling, need crown, knife wilding robot doodle, pedegg, german boardgames usually lack dice, Bengies, Mayor’s Drug raid – he’s innocent, cops shot his dogs, bro at 44 points, faces of evil project
3 years ago – dc to nyc bus, pg county car chase update, chocolate gum, ex debt, louise fadeout, ljopoly, cruel 2 b kind assassination game
4 years ago – finished pride & pred / monkey politics, Newt pic, kid rolling a joint on the bus, solar powered sun bricks, firkin, 8500, flying model plane in miami, flight plans to maryland
5 years ago – deepest sender, jumping pictures, walkabout autostitch, mangrove tunnels
6 years ago – tmbg thoughts, sugar water vid, space issues, Rick James dead, Burpin’ at Newt, Magical Trevor, cocktail demons, nifty charts, Newt Videos, CoH Pix
7 years ago – Zombies, Army Men, mean cannibal pudding, time travel spam, vampire game, celeb phone calls, cej chat, bro request
8 years ago – Earth and Beyond Playtest, Kev & Bailey, fat parrots, french fry girl palm doodle
9 years ago – harried, inculpate, plane lands just down the road on andrews as a makeshift runway and kits my regular bus, wondering about lj’s image server (still not ready!), happy thoughts, magic can of soda
10 years ago – grumping, Space cowboys shows old man butts Geotarget

Saturday. entry 10500.

Hello there, dear journal!

Current status is spending the day with BHK at Ch’Naca – Sadly for the business, it’s a slow one so far – been here since 9:30, and about 3 customers came in. Bagels for breakfast before we arrived, leftover pizza for lunch from last night’s trip to Selby’s. If I get hungry later, I have an emergency banana in the fridge here, too.

Negative thing about this summer – No sun tea has been made yet.

Positive thing about this summer – Fireflies still appear at twilight.

Garden about done for this season, I think. Zucs and cucs still left for harvesting, but the potatoes are all in, and I suspect the eggplant, lettuce and any root veggies left are through until next year. Pumpkins a re doing well, we should have a could of harvest looking veggies come autumn.

Pregnant friends are prepping to have babies all over the next few months. It’s kind of neat that both Angie Goff and Kim Martucci are both with child at the same time, too.

I’ve spent some time wondering if I was ever going to write another journal entry. I haven’t felt much like it in recent days and when I have, there was something else that needed doing more. I’m glad that there was more than a little time available to me today and that the itch is starting to pick up again.

In health news, I’ve been a bit inconsistent with the cycling, but when I do it, I keep in the 8-12 mile range. trying to do it at least once a day, but it’s more like 3 or 4 out of every 7. Still doing stretches and regular exercise, and it seems like I’ve lost a little weight this summer, maybe thanks to the sweat factor. I’m ready for Autumn to arrive – I’m full of grilled food and am ready for cooler climes.

iridescent seems like it should have an extra r in it.

I’ve been getting a lot of interviews lately for full-time employment. Is it because I’m a freelance consultant now?