SNYDERMANIA

THE TIME TUNNEL "Two American scientists are lost in the swirling maze of past and future ages, during the first experiments on America...

SCIENCE IMITATES FILM? Is it possible? Could there be a real world version of Back to the future’s Dr. Emmett Brown? My nosing around into t...

This story appears in Dart Safety and the Purple Bikini and Other Adventures of the Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son . See current posts f...

TIME TRAVEL Today I’ve decided to out myself. I’ve been keeping it in too long. I no longer care what people think. A man can’t go through l...

NOTES ON THE AGENT SEARCH I began querying agents for my novel, The Spirit Guide Bar in October of 2008. It is my bold intention to loc...

JOHN UPDIKE John Updike died today. Funny thing is I was thinking about him last week. Saturday I posted a favorite Updike line. “Dreams co...

ZEBRA STRIPES AND THE IMPORTANCE OF ACTING MY SHOE SIZE, NOT MY AGE As was the case last week, my Saturday morning officiating experience wa...

ARMY OF REGULAR READERS INCREASES TO TWELVE That’s right. It’s official. #167 Dad’s following has expanded from eleven to twelve. Anders Ogl...

TOUGH ECONOMIC TIMES? Times are tough. As a teacher and the primary wage earner in my household, things haven’t changed. I’ve been scraping ...

The Year of the Impossible Dream continues to churn out miracles . The squad that has been called the worst team ever to make the play offs...

MY ONGING WAR WITH TECHNOLOGY I spent a considerable portion of yesterday afternoon composing a couple of stories about basketball officiati...

WHEN ENOUGH IS A ENOUGH It’s January sixteenth and this morning (I am not making this up) I drove by a house that was still lit up with dazz...

AT WAR WITH TECHNOLOGY Am I the only man in America who can’t send a simple fax without assistance? I spent forty-five minutes trying to lau...

It’s not my intention to write a sports blog, but once again I’m compelled to talk about the Arizona Cardinals. It’s pretty much official, t...

My work day begins with my zero hour class at six-thirty a.m. This means my alarm blasts off at four-thirty. I hope you don’t mind me saying...