Nancy

by Marc Kevin Hall on August 18, 2014 · 0 comments

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On Sunday I learned that my old friend Nancy Sutter passed away. The last time we met was in November of 2006, when I was in San Francisco for a conference. It’d been years since we’d seen each other, but when we met in the hotel lobby, it was as if no time had passed at all. She called me a goof (guilty), I teased her about being an older woman (by a few months), and it was as if we’d never been apart.

After that we exchanged email messages, spoke on the phone a few times, and kept waiting for the chance for us to get together again. The chance never came.

Along with being a wonderful woman and a good friend, Nancy was a talented artist with an eye for the unusual. I always admired her willingness to do what felt right to her, without regard for conventional approaches.

Paint the sky for us, Nancy, in the colors only you can see. Perhaps we will learn to see them, too.

Nancy Sutter and Marc Kevin Hall

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GPOY

by Marc Kevin Hall on July 19, 2014 · 2 comments

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GPOY

Every night when I’m putting on my CPAP mask I think of Dennis Hopper as Frank Booth in Blue Velvet. This rather defeats the mask’s purpose of helping me sleep.


  • [NB*: GPOY is shorthand for "gratuitous picture of yourself." It's Tumblr-speak.]
  • *NB is an abbreviation for the Latin† nota bene, or “note well.”
  • †People who insert Latin into stupid photo posts are unbearably pretentious. As are people who resort to using dagger symbols to explain it.

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My first Maryland crab experience.
I’ve lived in Maryland for almost three years, and never had crab boil. (In fact, I don’t even know if that’s what it’s called, but let’s pretend.) Last night at a corporate dinner we were served a couple of bushels of steamed crabs and given wooden hammers — carefully branded with the Hyatt logo — and told to have at it.

In truth, I wasn’t impressed. Not that I didn’t like the taste, because they were good. I just prefer not to have to work quite so hard for my dinner. But if was fun to see my frustrated coworkers taking hammers and beating the ever-lovin’ hell out of some coincidentally-named crustaceans.

Oh, and I’ve been told that crabs are only good when eaten out of a paper sack with friends, while drinking beer. So I may yet give them another try.

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Feed your Robot Brain

15 July 2014

Some of you may have noticed an uptick in the number of posts coming out of Hidden City. I’ve started an experiment to help me keep track of topics of interest to me, some of which may also be of interest to you. I use several services to collect and share information online. Two of […]

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Fireflies

2 July 2014

A few weeks ago I met a friend for an after-work drink and a burger in Friendship Heights. We had a nice time; Jake’s is a good place, and the conversation was lively, with lots of laughter. Around twilight I walked her back to her nearby home. The sidewalk was canopied by trees that blocked […]

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Age of Miracles

9 June 2014

Sometimes, when the events swirling around me threaten to become overwhelming, I force myself to take a moment to clear my head, to pause, to reflect. In spite of the complexities of the world and the naked aggression of modern culture, we live in an age of wonders. For less than $10 I can take […]

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Instruments

8 June 2014

The instruments of my creation; not merely of the creative act, but of my eternal re-creation. I am defined by the stories I tell, and the audiences to whom I tell them. The distinction between tale and teller can be dim and shadowy. Things change, as do we all. New cards? New me.

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Requirements

25 May 2014

It’s good that they set the bar to entry so low. I mean, there are current members of Congress who might need to provide proof that they are indeed dead, and not merely in session.

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Wilde in Twin Peaks

17 May 2014
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Redrum

13 May 2014
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