I became an instant atheist at the age of twelve - in Social Studies class. That was back in the (Where is my calculator?) . . . back in the fifties. I have questioned that epiphany a few times - even called myself agnostic once - but have always returned to the original conclusion. Shortly after that I became a son of Heinlein, along with my other science fiction fathers. As a high school freshman I was a genuine slide rule-on-hip-nerd. At fifteen I left home. In those days you could pull the "Help Wanted" sign from the window and walk out with a day's pay. I usually put the sign back at the end of week and moved on. A hundred dollars saw you through to the end of the week, to the next town and to the next sign. There really was a golden hue to the world in those days. I promise not to regale you with too many war stories - there aren't that many anyway. There are atheists in foxholes by the way. I am now a non-retired engineer, but I've also been a novelist and a playwright.
I love science, both hard and soft - but not pseudo - and history and philosophy (but the philosopher's feet have to stay on the ground).
I'm here because the blank page has become an insurmountable barrier and I still have things I need to say. The hope is that what I regurgitate here will splash onto that infamous blank page.
I love science, both hard and soft - but not pseudo - and history and philosophy (but the philosopher's feet have to stay on the ground).
I'm here because the blank page has become an insurmountable barrier and I still have things I need to say. The hope is that what I regurgitate here will splash onto that infamous blank page.
