Checking in with Philip K. Dick

He’s buried with his twin sister at Riverside Cemetery in Fort Morgan, CO. The story is that Phil & Jane were born prematurely as their parents were on their way west from Chicago to California. Jane never made it. The loss underpins much of his creative work and the subsequent anger, blame, and self-analysis hangs over his background like an oily fog.

The town has a PKD festival now.

Philip K. Dick's grave

Someone left a robot button on top.

Robot Button

Owning the means of production

I just assassinated all of my social media accounts. All of them. The corpses of my Twitter and Facebook profiles remain out on the field until I sort things out here.

I’m keeping Flickr around because I like using it as a photo host but can anyone convince me that it’ll be there this time next year? How about in three years?

I’ve long advocated that everyone should own the means of production and it’s time to put this into practice.

The Grand Prix of 1973

73pontiacGP

Spotted on the Hemmings blog: 1973 Grand Prix: The first Pontiac I ever drove.

The first Pontiac I ever drove was my brother’s ’67 G.T.O., but a ’73 Grand Prix was the first car I ever owned. Here it is in action:

1973 Pontiac Grand Prix

Outside of Belmont, Nevada. June 1984.

West Side Highway, Death Valley

And me at the wheel – hauling down the West Side Highway in Death Valley. December 1983.

Would love to drive one again for a hour or so, but I’m happy to mostly leave it in the past.