Geoph Essex 🤨💭 11742d/4h/3m; 16940d/18h/34m 🕟
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Son of Dangerous Cliff; Hal's little brother; Bazooka Girl's guy; Potato Pup's human; Monkey's dad. (In chronological order.)
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Reposted by Geoph Essex 🤨💭 11742d/4h/3m; 16940d/18h/34m 🕟
![[Excerpt from Chapter 1 of "Sidewalk Games" (by me):]
I don’t know that there were exactly a hundred bottles in the den. I never counted them. I mean that I never *finished* counting them. I started to count them twice, but both times I ran out of time. The second time, Mom called me because it was time for dinner. The first time, Grandpa’s friend the bear came in, and when I was just a little kid I was still kind of afraid of the bear, so I got nervous and left the den when he curled up on the couch with the wrong-colored stripes.
I sort of laugh at myself now when I think about how I used to be scared of the bear. Little kids don’t know a lot of things, and sometimes they’re scared of things they don’t need to be scared of and they’re not scared of things they *should* be scared of. When you’re eleven years old, you have to get over it. That’s what Grandpa told me on my birthday.
“See those two ones?” They were drawn in blue and yellow squiggles of icing on top of my birthday cake. Grandpa smiled that funny smile he smiles sometimes, where only one side of his mouth goes up but it pushes up his cheek like a circus strongman lifting one big barbell. “You gotta stand up straight now. Like them. You gotta stand up tall, and be a man.” And he blew out my candles. But Mom lit them all again and then I blew them out after everybody sang. Grandpa did stuff like that, and Pop said he “doesn’t know when enough is enough,” and I didn’t really get what that meant because it’s like asking “when is a banana a banana?” and the answer is *always*, because when would a banana *not* be a banana? But Mom always pretended that Grandpa just didn’t really do that stuff, and she put everything back the way it was, and we kept going from there.
And the next day was the first day that I flew, so sometimes I think that Grandpa made my birthday wish for me, because he knew what I really wanted, even if I didn’t.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:jnwhlckbw7xogdsrmmibmbrj/bafkreib37qyb47uipvkinr7iiatoeqqr34i7djh5byakensrlhnfx3ipme@jpeg)
![[Excerpt from Chapter 5 of "My Electromagnetic Romance" (by me):]
“If you don’t mind my saying...” Lu gently prodded for an opening. Doctor Bean nodded her consent. “I don’t see a lot of relationships work out when they start off...well, under the circumstances....”
Bean chuckled, slipping her glasses down in front of her eyes and blinking as the world came back into focus. “When we met, he was just a boy. Well, not *just* a boy—he’s one of the most advanced minds of his or *any* generation. Really—I’ve worked with Alan Doubleday himself, and Judah could give him a run for his money! He’s a genuine genius—Judah—but he was still a boy. That’s how I thought of him. He was a joy to teach—because he understood so much, so easily.” She ran a finger past her ear, unsuccessfully scolding a frayed strand into place. “He grew into a man who’s just as much a joy to be with, for very much the same reasons. Professionally, personally, intellectually...romantically.” Her face flushed. “When you find someone who *gets* you that way,” she said like she was back at her desk explaining simpler subjects, like particle physics, “it would be crazy *not* to give it a shot. Somebody who sees the best in you, and pushes you—just enough, just the push you need—to reach that best. And somebody who *you* see the best in *him*, and give him the push *he* needs.” She smiled down the hall at her own memories in the distance. “We keep each other going.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:jnwhlckbw7xogdsrmmibmbrj/bafkreia5bnarwb3bjyatd2yy7z5p6yqphivxd2b5dncvyqweb5gewrvfla@jpeg)
![[Continued excerpt from Chapter 5 of "My Electromagnetic Romance" (by me):]
“Sounds like your Berenbaum-Bean Field,” said Lu.
Bean nodded, her smile widening. “In principle, sure,” she agreed. “Why not? That’s what makes it so important. When you find someone like that—somebody who you can...you can *exchange energy* with, and you find that when you’re done, you *both* got back more energy than you gave...well. You can’t beat that. That’s bigger than physics, bigger than wormholes, bigger than unlimited energy...it’s bigger than *anything*.” She gave Lu a stern, decisive look. “When you find someone you can do that with, nothing else matters. Not their *age*, or *yours*...or all the gossip in Pupin Hall.” She lifted her chin proudly, rising above the rabble. “Not the color of their skin, or their religion, or what language they speak. Not looks or gender or...or anything. When you find someone like that, you hold tight and see what happens.”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:jnwhlckbw7xogdsrmmibmbrj/bafkreie23gs6vc7sogjm4p3l2b3ih7kywfulqcahjdzslzae2y5bepb2he@jpeg)
Reposted by Geoph Essex 🤨💭 11742d/4h/3m; 16940d/18h/34m 🕟
Reposted by Geoph Essex 🤨💭 11742d/4h/3m; 16940d/18h/34m 🕟
Reposted by Geoph Essex 🤨💭 11742d/4h/3m; 16940d/18h/34m 🕟