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Maybe I'm sharing
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For three years, I've been working on a project (together with my WAO colleagues) for Greenpeace International (GPI) that we were asked not to write openly about. For three years, I've been making something truly awesome and not allowed to share.
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I've spent my nearly 8 years working with GPI little by little trying to open things up. In 2020, I won that Women in IT award for my efforts. Over the years I've indicated just how very much the Critical Incident Network learning programme deserves some time in the light, and now I've got permission to shine it. This is Part 1 of a series we've started writing for the WAO blog. I'm jazzed (and a little nervous!) that it's live.
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Maybe I'm creepy
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Oh I do ever so love the sick and twisted. I'm a fan of gothic literature and am well aware that Frankenstein wasn't the only novel Mary Shelley wrote. I like stories of the paranormal and will walk into your (actual) haunted house any day (or night) of the week. Graveyards are amazing and some of the most beautiful places in the world.
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Cult readers will know that I'm a fan of zombies (Maybe). In my pre-teens I had an obsession with vampire everything. I devoured all of of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles (well, up until Memnoch the Devil and then I was 13 or 14 and had better things to do).
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So this week when one of you lovelies 👋😉 sent me a writer making AI images and then using them as writing prompts for weirdly sinister history of Santa Cruz, I subscribed immediately and lost half a day catching up on the archive. This is the kind of interaction with readers I am here for.
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The other half of that day was spent digging up a couple of Doug Belshaw's AI photos, writing little stories to them and thereby gleefully stealing the idea for your pleasure:
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Counter Culture
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Sigfried was very much aware that his concoction of mayonnaise and napalm wasn't going to find an audience inside of the diner. He wasn't there to sell it, though he did need to sell at least some of the 500 tubs he'd produced. No, he was there to see if his heart still felt tight when Doreen flirted with the cook. Pictured is Sigfried moments after smearing his self-made "Maypalm" on the side of the counter.
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Time's Solidarity Dance
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Harold always took his coffee and bourbon to the darkest corner of the diner. He could watch the people coming in and out all day and since he didn't take up a booth, Cheryl, the waitress, didn't bother him. Today's winner of the "interesting" award went to the man with the tub of mayonnaise in the sharp suit. This photograph shows Harold, having just kicked off one of his shoes, with the slow realisation that he should probably put it back on right away.
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Maybe I need help?
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Let me ask you a question. Do you remember having water when you were a kid? You went out and fiddled around out in the world, but did you have a water bottle with you? You followed streams and went into the wild, but how long were you gone and did you have a water bottle with you?
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My guess is a hard no. No, you did not. You didn't have a water bottle with you and you were very thirsty when you came home, not that you remember that either. Nowadays we don't go anywhere for more than ten minutes without a water bottle, but back then? I don't recall having a water bottle ever. Do you?
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