Andrew Martin Dodson
Author, music snob, husband, parent, amateur neck cracker. A quintuple threat, if you will. This is a space for personal essays, life stories (and lessons learned), as well as unfinished/belongs-nowhere-else fiction. Enjoy!
What should I watch if I loved Mad Men?
"Do you have any idea what it's like to work close to the metal?" To be "close to the metal" is to work intimately with a machine. A coder creates code, she slaves for days in a dark basement, hunched over the keyboard, eyes blurring from the strain of the green light on the screen. Black Flag and Kate Bush blare on her speakers. She sweats, she has not showered in days, she's angry and focused. She is approaching innovation's horizon. The computer. A hulking mass of mid-80s innovation. Business shall be more efficient! Households shall become more entertaining!
The great melting expanse
Guitars like fighter jets in a giant vacuum blare in the empty caverns of her home. A ribcage with feet and a smile dance in a light pitter-patter behind the woman--an occasional scream, an off-beat clap. Wind puffs up the edge of bank papers on the cold, splintered floor. Empty cans of tuna, a miniature fridge with mayonnaise, a small jar and a computer remain. And the ribcage, she dances and laughs.