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Food, Flesh, and Funds: An Unconventional Birthday Invitation

Posted by kayholt on August 4, 2011 in family, health

On August 6th, I’ll be 31 years old. I wouldn’t bring it up because 31 isn’t one of those milestone years that people tend to get excited about, but after three decades (plus 1/10th of a decade) of life I’ve finally caught on that many people also care about the little birthdays in between. They even get bothered if someone else’s birthday passes without a fuss. I’m obviously not one of those people, but I do appreciate that my feelings and generally poor memory for dates aren’t the only things that matter, even on my own birthday.

My past three birthdays were incredible – full of travel, and friends, and gifts so touching they made me cry – and this year I got a new computer and the quiet vacation in the country that I asked for. So please, if you’re thinking of buying something for my birthday this year, I’d like you to remember that I’ve been very fortunate, and there are probably people closer to you (in proximity or in life) for whom even a small gift will make a much bigger difference than it will for me.

For my birthday, I invite you not to celebrate, but to donate. Some of my favorite forms of giving are:

Give non-perishable food to local food pantries. This is one of the fastest and easiest donations you can make, and few things are as immediately helpful as wholesome meals.

Donate blood if you’re eligible to, and if you’re not, you can ask your employer (or your club, society, writing group, clique, etc.) if they are willing to host a blood drive. Can’t hurt to ask, and it could save lives.

While on the subject of literally giving of yourself, I ask you to please register as an organ and bone marrow donor. The criteria for these are often different than for blood donation, so even if you’re not permitted to donate blood, your other cells and tissues might still be useful and appreciated.

Support medical research. The odds are very good that your life has been impacted in some way by cancer, HIV, heart disease, autism, malaria or other health problem. The odds are also good that there is a trustworthy charity dedicated to funding research into better treating or preventing that problem. Please, before you spend any money on a gift for me, invest in the good fortune of us all by sending your money where it can help the most.

Besides food, flesh, and funds, the best thing you can ever donate is your time. Post a blog, make a video, tweet a link; take a moment to do whatever small thing you can to make the world safer, healthier, and kinder for others. Even if the only thing you do on August 6th is pause and listen to someone who only needs to be heard, it will make a difference.

And it would make me even prouder of my friends than I already am to see you express your affection for me in a way that benefits more lives than mine.

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Excerpt: ‘In A Dangerous Wild’ (My Space Tramps Short Story)

Posted by kayholt on September 23, 2011 in editing, publishing, writing

Now everyone can read an excerpt from my short story, ‘In a Dangerous Wild.’ It appears in the the Space Tramps anthology from Flying Pen Press.

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“Araceli! Look at you, all gravved-up and with a moonbase of your own!” Far La stripped half out of her spacesuit to embrace her friend properly.

Petite though she was, Araceli hugged as good as she got. “The kids were ready to murder each other for a little privacy and Ganso Station wasn’t getting any bigger.” She let go of La and drew a young technician – maybe twelve years old – forward from where she waited quietly beside the airlock doors. “You remember Julissa?”

La gaped. “Your Julissa? She was barely talking the last time I saw her!” She squeezed the girl around her shoulders, careful not to disturb the equipment in her hands.

“Juli’s still quiet, but if you’ll show her your provenance, she’s got a pretty new stamp for your collection.”

La grinned and pulled her thermal shirt off over her head. Myriad constellations of vaccine-tattoos dotted her right arm from wrist to armpit. Most people preferred to get stamped on their non-dominant side, but La’s left arm was more prosthetic than flesh, so she made do. “There’s a bit of room midway up the bicep between Cet-Six and Brit Station.”

Juli whistled softly at the evidence of La’s travels, swabbed her bicep, and deftly inked a new entry on La’s expansive physical record. She practically whispered, “A small sample? Your immuno-profile…” La knew the drill, and she didn’t begrudge the girl a little blood. She held still while Juli tapped a vein, and thanked her when she was done. Most med-techs she met were rougher and slower about their work.

Juli hustled away to the lab to study La’s immunity, and La took a closer look at her new stamp. A ring of golden crosshatching surrounded the moonbase’s call sign – in this case, the same as its name, Nido – in bright blue characters. “It’s beautiful.”

“It means ‘nest.’” Araceli led her friend to guest quarters near the lock.

“Like birds used to build in trees? That’s nice.”

“A safe home/for fragile things to grow/in a dangerous wild.” Free People worked art into everything, including their names for things and the designs of their vax-stamps, and Araceli was even more prone to poesy than most. La found this reassuring.

“After Sevgi gets back and Juli clears the crew to share public air, you and I should take a little drift out to that crater to see my cargo and talk.”

“Oh?”

“This moon has gravity close to Earth’s, right?”

“Hijita has just under point-seven-five E-Gees, yes.”

“Good. A nest should have trees.”

Araceli followed La into her quarters and locked the door behind them. “You have seeds.”

“Half-a-million tons, all the way from Earth.”

Araceli swore complexly in an old language in which La was barely proficient. What she understood was enough to make her ears burn.

“We could terraform Hijita.”

“We who? It’s just me and the kids plus Zia based here. That’s nine, assuming you stay, and I’ll believe that when I see it. Wanderluster.”

La grimaced. Even before she’d acquired so many, the stamps on her arm had been a point of tension between them. Araceli liked to keep her friends close and restless La made that difficult. “I’m grounded. No captain will want me aboard ship with baggage like that, except to steal it from me.”

“If you haven’t found a way to get back off the ground within a standard week, I will rename this moonbase after you.”

“What, and redesign Nido’s beautiful stamp?”

“My Carlos is an artist. He could immortalize your little name in an afternoon.”

“He still needed adult supervision to hold a stylus the last time I saw him.” Thanks to the unusually high gravity on Hijita, La flopped harder on the sleeping bench than she meant to.

“He’s seventeen standard years, now. An adult himself. I have grandbabies on three Free Stations, La.” Araceli loomed over her friend. “What’ve you got?”

“The last remains of Earth in a box.”

Araceli sighed. “That’s something, I guess.”

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Parent Hack: Read An Excerpt From Subversion

Posted by kayholt on December 6, 2011 in family, publishing, writing

I wrote a story called Parent Hack. It has troubled kids making troubling decisions in a troubled system. It’s about necessity and the invention of family. 

There’s an excerpt below to entice you to buy the book my story is in.

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A hidden intercom crackled, “What do you want?”

Nicolas’s keen, dark eyes spotted the shine on a camera lens hidden in a crack above the door. He spoke up to it, “We’re little lost orphans. Can you show us the way home?”

“Nico!” Zetta’s simulated mortification was very realistic, from her wide optical sensors and posture to her tone of voice. But no sooner had she spoken than her affronted demeanor suddenly dissolved into mechanical neutrality. Holmium’s disgruntled expression similarly flat-lined a split second later.

Orlando pulled Nicolas behind him and dropped into a defensive stance that was second nature after a year of mixed martial arts lessons. The strange android had stepped from behind an overgrown bougainvillea and disabled their Guardians before they’d even known it was there. “Remain calm, children. I won’t hurt you.” It spoke like a classic film actress, its voice a disarming combination of cultured and flinty that the boys recognized from their seventh grade film history elective but had never heard in person.

The deadbolts clicked and the door opened at last, but the woman who appeared at the threshold was instantly more threatening than the uncanny bot on the other side of the porch. She was short and skinny, but she had a gun. “Are they alone?”

“Yes, and their transport is clean of suspicious devices.”

“And the bots?”

“Standard hardware and basic applications, only.”

“All right, bring them to the dining room and prep them for upgrade.” The hacker stepped out to let the bots file inside.

Directing Zetta and Holmium along with gentle nudges, the hacker’s android asked as it passed, “What would you like for lunch?”

The hacker cocked her head and followed them in. “Lunch already? I just woke up.”

“I was speaking to the children.” The simulated movie star’s admonishment sounded very like a Guardian addressing a difficult Ward.

The woman looked down as if seeing them for the first time. “You want to come in?” They said nothing, so she huffed, “Temperature’s supposed to be in the nineties today, but you can wait out here if you want.”

From deep in the house, the android snapped, “Caret!”

The hacker cringed. “Listen, this is a bad neighborhood. But inside, Caesura’s cooking is the worst thing that’ll happen to you. Okay?” The boys remained speechless, but their eyes followed the weapon as she gestured down the hall. Exasperated, Caret fired a stream of water into the air over their heads and tossed the squirt gun to Orlando. “Lock the door on your way in.”

After she’d gone, Orlando said, “I don’t like this. She’s too weird.”

Nicolas looked older than his twelve years as he massaged tension from his forehead with his fingertips. “Don’t freak out. She’s socially maladapted, but I don’t think she’s really dangerous.”

“What about her bot? I’ve never even heard of a Guardian like that.” He still held the squirt gun away from his body and pointed at the ground as though it held live ammunition instead of tap water.

“I don’t know. It’s strange enough that an adult even has a Guardian. I guess it makes sense for a hacker’s bot to run custom applications.”

“And custom hardware.” Orlando smirked awkwardly under Nicolas’s stare. “I’ve never seen a bot like hers, either.”

“Pervert.”

“No, I’m adjusted; you’re repressed.”

Nicolas massaged his face again and muttered something vaguely profane on his way into the house.

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Now that you’ve read an excerpt, please buy the book, read it, and review it on Amazon. If you can’t buy it right away, but you still want to do us a good deed, then put the Subversion anthology on your wishlist and tell ten friends about it. If you’ve already bought it, great! Tell ten friends about it, anyway. Better yet, buy it for someone else as a gift! Thank you. 

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Promised I’d Share Gift Art

Posted by kayholt on December 26, 2011 in art, family

To show affection without going broke, I made art for my family this Festivus. I promised to share it with you, and here it is!


Summer Cottage by ~sandykidd on deviantART
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Happy 8th Anniversary to Bart and Kay!

Posted by kayholt on February 1, 2012 in family, vlogging

We’ve been married 8 years, and it’s finally come to this: A schmoopy slideshow video for posterity. Groan along with us, won’t you?

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My tweets for 2012-05-16

Posted by kayholt on May 17, 2012 in Tweets

 
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My tweets for 2012-05-15

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My tweets for 2012-05-14

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My tweets for 2012-05-13

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My tweets for 2012-05-12

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My tweets for 2012-05-11

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My tweets for 2012-05-10

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My tweets for 2012-05-09

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My tweets for 2012-05-08

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My tweets for 2012-05-07

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