My name's Chris Hoke and I'm a writer, blogger, podcaster, knowledge junky, ex-punk-rocker, tea enthusiast, and bass player who lives just a bit north of San Francisco. And this blog is about my life.
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- The Android and The HumanAs I delve deeper into research for the novel that I’m working on, I keep stumbling across thing like this: A speech/essay given by one of my heroes, Philip K. Dick, on humans, androids, and the mind. Even more interesting is the circumstances...
- A Little Bundle Of Joy.on Sep 3, 2009 in Humor Life baby birds and bees birth control james bond mad stork poison superhero supervillainI’m not against having children. Quite the opposite is true, in fact. I’m delighted with the notion that, someday, in the not-too-distant future, the wife and I will have a little bundle of joy. There will come a day, I imagine, where I w...
- Blog Post: Strippers, Parasites, and Beer.Just returned from Crescent City (yesterday), near the California/Oregon border, where the band played a fan’s birthday party. Very nice, great food, great people who love blues and country and classic rock. Also, free rooms which meant beer-fu...
- The Cold, Wet, and Naked Truth.“I woke up, last night, cold, wet and naked.” Speedicut told me. “You don’t say.” I remarked, taking a sip of my tea. Some people might be shocked by a comment like this, but not me. Certainly not coming from Speedicut.
- Blog Post: Dancers, Parasites, and Beer.Just returned from Crescent City (yesterday), near the California/Oregon border, where the band played a fan’s birthday party. Very nice, great food, great people who love blues and country and classic rock. Also, free rooms which meant beer-fu...
- Write A Story With Me, Won’t You?I’ve been playing about on Ficly.com, which is a website where you write short little narratives and then other people can write sequels and prequels and aftquels and mequels. It’s all a bit creative and community-oriented, but that’...
- Dead Drunk Deniability.Upon coming home to our ground-floor apartment on a Halloween night quite a few years ago, my lovely wife and I found something on our doorstep. No, not a flaming bag of dog excrement, or a smashed pumpkin, but I like the way you think, reader. It wa...
- Dogs, Death, and Dancing.Whenever I visit my parents house, I’m greeted by a fierce but tiny growling. It’s a low, guttural sound that lacks any depth whatsoever, a sound that could very well be an angry grasshopper or a gargling mouse. “Oh, Rita, you stop...
- This Desert Night: Part 2 of 2If you missed Part 1, please go here. “We’re going to be bagging and rubber-banding papers on-the-go here. When I call out for a paper, I’ll either say ‘bag’ or ‘tube’ (referring to the special tube next to t...
- This Desert Night: Part 1 of 2As we rocketed along through the vast winding outskirts of Reno, Nevada, kicking up dust with the tires of my wife’s mother’s Chevy Malibu, under the inky blackness of the new moon, I let out a manly whoop that probably startled a few coy...
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