My best friend is a black Science Fiction writer.
My wife is a scientist.
I am a big, hairy white guy who grew up in a Mexican neighbourhood.
My dreams are often very difficult to explain.
I woke up this morning absolutley convinced that I needed to write an entry about the racial confusion of the white man in modern America. In my dream I had composed this entire dissertation on the Honky Diaspora, and the internalized racism of the melanin deprived.
Then the fog cleared, & I laughed... & I laughed...
