Author Archives: Brian H. Gill

About Brian H. Gill

I was born in 1951. I'm a husband, father and grandfather. One of the kids graduated from college in December, 2008, and is helping her husband run businesses and raise my granddaughter; another is a cartoonist and artist; #3 daughter is a writer; my son is developing a digital game with #3 and #1 daughters. I'm also a writer and artist.

Minnesota Spring Weather Continues

Posted on April 15, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

That’s what my webcam saw, a few minutes before 8:00 this morning. It’s now about 10:15 am here in central Minnesota. The view is still much the same: a bit more light, off-and-on snow and wind. Lighthearted poems about April … Continue reading →

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Materialism, Robots and Attitudes

Posted on April 15, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

Robots are starting to look and act a lot like humans. Wondering if robots can be people, or if humans are merely biological robots, involves assumptions about reality. I’ll look at one of those assumptions in this post and why … Continue reading →

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Minnesota in the Springtime

Posted on April 14, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

“…I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall….” It’s been years since I heard “I Love Paris.” Nice song, but a bit schmaltzy for today’s tastes. And nobody’s written a follow-up, expressing affection for Minnesota in … Continue reading →

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Spirit Photographs

Posted on April 11, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

My wife asked me if I knew some of my ancestors were spiritualists. She’d seen an odd picture of my Campbell forebears while putting together a family photo album. This was in September, 2011. I had, and even knew a … Continue reading →

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Writing, a Raven and Pallas

Posted on April 8, 2018 by Brian H. Gill

Once upon an evening dreary, while I pondered, fogged and bleary, Over many a disconnected fragment of erratic text, While I dithered, nearly dozing, suddenly I started thinking: I should be sleeping! Sleeping more and brooding less might have done … Continue reading →

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