Steve Lovelace

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The Finest Hell is a Waiting Room

There is no finer hell than a waiting room. In fact, if there is such a thing as Hell, it’s probably just the waiting room outside the Pearly Gates. You sit there waiting for...

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The Hunger Games: A Review

This is a review of the entire Hunger Games trilogy. It contains major spoilers for those who haven’t read all three books. I came late to the Hunger Games franchise. It wasn’t until the...

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A Secret Messiah

What if Jesus Christ came back to Earth and didn’t tell anyone? It sounds like the start of a joke, but I mean it quite seriously. Imagine a Second Coming of the Messiah, or...

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A Morning Walk

The morning coffee turned stale in my mouth. Right out the door I felt like turning back. A muggy wind blowing up from the Gulf Made me want to flee back to my bed....

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Death and Faxes

Fax machines are a fascinating anachronism. A modem fax machine is just a low-quality scanner and a dial-up modem. Faxes persist because of people who think that something’s not real or official until it’s...

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The Salazar Bunker: Deep in the Jungle

Deep in the jungle of the Salazar Rain Forest, there lay a primitive-looking village. Long ago abandoned, the village was just a front. Inside the most beaten and broken-down hut, there was a staircase....

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A Charming Little Shithole

It was a charming little shithole: a small town whose rustic beauty belied its backwardness. Anywhere else in the country, it would be filled with mobile homes and mini malls. But in the verdant...

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The Siren Call of the Coffee Shop

I could not resist the siren call of the coffee shop. As the bus sped down the street without me. I looked down at my watch. Fifteen minutes till the next bus. An eternity...

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Workplace Adventures: Door-to-Door

One summer, just before I started college, I got a job for an environmental lobbying firm. I’ve always had a bit of an activist streak, from grade school to college. So if I could...