President Barack Obama’s 2013 inaugural address (full speech transcript, video) | A Matter of Scale

President Barack Obama’s 2013 inaugural address (full speech transcript, video) | A Matter of Scale.

Another great short story by Thaddeus Howze…

I’m waiting for this serial to become a book-length work. I admit it: I’m hooked on “Hub City.”

Hub City Blues

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As I was ushered into the first entry points at the city’s outer wall, I was impressed with the speed and efficiency of the staff as they coordinated everyone’s entry into the city. Security forces maintained control of the entry point but were cordial and civil to everyone. There was very little grumbling in line. Their police uniforms were spartan and crisp and each officer looked well fed and fit, unlike most of the people in line.

While we waited, we were given water and a real fruit, whose origins were unknown but it was pleasant, sweet and much needed after the dusty road. When I reached the front of the line, a young woman appearing to be in her late twenties was scanning my identity card and checking my authorization papers. “Welcome to Hub City sir, do you have anything to declare?…

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What do you do to nourish your muse?

I needed to hear that today!

A Matter of Scale

My Muse - parsakoira

A bit of consistency is best for a muse and her subject. So I try to start my day at the same time, as early as she can kick me out of bed. If time permits, something to break the fast of the night’s repose, healthy if possible, fruit, cereal or dare I admit to it, the candy of meats, bacon. If I am really lucky, my wife makes one of those banana/fruit/flaxseed/protein powder drinks she loves. When I am unlucky, the recipe includes kale (ugh).

A brisk regimen of blood flowing cardiovascular activity to increase the muse’s serotonin levels boosting creativity. For exercise to truly benefit a muse, it need be a regular thing, a long term gift to both you and your muse. A healthy muse is a wealthy muse. My muse admits to not enjoying regular exercise.

I admit my muse did once have a caffeine habit as the…

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Science Fiction and Fantasy Site to check out – thanks @ebonstorm

Science Fiction and Fantasy. Okay, so Thaddeus Howze of Hubcity Blues turned me onto this super-fabulous science fiction website.  To be brief, if you are a fan of science fiction movies, novels, short stories, games, etc., and/or if you are a writer or developer, take a look at this website–and dive into the seemingly endless possibilities of engaging in great conversation and new ideas about science fiction, science fact, and of course, AFROFUTURISM!!!  Get moving, comrades! And don’t forget to give props to Thaddeus, because he’s a heavy contributor to this site!

 

Red Star, White Sun (7) « Hub City Blues by Thaddeus Howze @ebonstorm

Red Star, White Sun (7) « Hub City Blues.

I am addicted to this series, so I am sharing this particular episode with the hope you will also crave yet another episode.  Show Thaddeus some love and subscribe to his short story blog Hubcity Blues!

Ouroboros Rising

Unlimited power? Thaddeus does it again–read on!

Hub City Blues

“Apprentice.”

“Yes, master.”

“It’s time.”

I help him up and walk him into his study. He is paper-thin, light like a bird, a wisp of the force I remember from my youth. I can feel the fire burning through him, my second sight, even shielded cannot block the visions of his power. I help him to his workbench, a central seat of his gift. It was only as we drew close could I sense it.

The bracelet. It shimmered in darkness the way his power glowed brightly. A cool black metal that flickered like glass, lit from within with a sinister madness. This was my last time to say no.

He sits, his palsy stops when he picks it up. His eyes harden like flint and his unspoken gaze beckons me to sit across from  him. The light from the power within him dims. “Once you put this on, you will…

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From Thaddeus Howze, a story to whet your appetite for “exotic fare.”

Hub City Blues

Part the First: In where we meet our hero, Gen Shishio. We learn why Gen Shishio’s uncle drinks so much and why moving away did not solve the dilemma of the family business.

My name is Gen Shishio and today is my birthday. By the end of the day, I will also be murdered. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The day started off like any other day. I was out the door of the restaurant at three in the morning. It was a windy morning and I could hear the wind louvers whirling, directing their energy into the storage facilities deep within Hub City.

When I first came here, I was six or seven and everything seemed so amazing. Hub City was so strange looking, with its curved buildings and walls, exotic shapes and strange sounds. The city was designed to capture energy from every source possible, wind…

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