Steve Gill

Hallo-Wamp-Wamp-Wahhhhh

If you were, at any point, a child – at least, one of those kids whose childhood wasn’t super-lame – this time of year had you beside yourself with excitement. I don’t think that’s an unfair generalization; I don’t have…

Voicemail of the Wild

Because when the moon hangs heavy overhead and the crisp night air tautly pulses with the fierce purity of life and whatever else made Buck think about hulking out and becoming a direwolf, I’m way more likely to let the…

The Call of the Domestic

Remember the Looney Tune in which Bugs first accidentally met the Tasmanian Devil, and went to research his dietary habits, and the lengthy encyclopedia list went something like “eats alligators, aardvarks, cats, bats, rats, stoats, goats … and especially rabbits”?…

Patriokie

My wife is, for the record, right about many, many things. Like, a staggering percentage of the time. So even though I remain privately convinced (well, I suppose this hardly counts as "private" anymore) that it was always the Union…

Prime Cuts

You know what’s great? Parties. How do you celebrate a compendium of popular favorites representing (in the collective opinion of our fabulous readers) the finest aspects of life in your community? With a feature article, yes, and by making sure…

Que Fresco!

There’s a lot to enjoy about working here for all of us, but one of the special benefits of being the Steve-shaped cog in the Slice machine (aside from the capacity to point out on this blog that a pirate’s…

A Little Dark Reading

I understand that H.P. Lovecraft’s oeuvre is not a universal source of delight. I do. Different styles appeal to different people – Faulkner once cracked that Hemingway “has never been known to use a word that might send a reader…

Ice to See You

Now that we’ve had the first frost of the year – finally – it’s beginning to seem like slightly more of a possibility that we’ll actually experience some sweater weather this winter. (As opposed to sweat-ING weather, aha ha.) We…

Out of Bounds

In the October issue of Slice, Lauren Hammack chronicles some colorful superstitions practiced by metro fans – and even a couple from Texas – to ensure their team of choice’s victory. Mine’s not particularly complicated or laborious, but it can…

The Tipping Point

It’s the last moment before the Fall, you see. I dunno, I’ve never been able to work up much of an appreciation for Autumn. I love watching Sooner football as much as the next guy who won’t permit himself to…

Motorvation

For a phenomenon that generally makes less than ten minutes’ difference at most, it’s kind of amazing what an impact the vagaries of vehicular chance have on my mood. If traffic and Tyche conspire to sail me smoothly to my…

Paternitas

When I was about a week old, I turned yellow – my liver hadn’t kicked in yet or something. It turns out that isn’t terribly uncommon, but this was in 1978, before WebMD, and my dad only knew that there…

The Razor's Edge, Track 1

So here we are in central Oklahoma, and lots of people are talking about a local sporting event. Nothing unusual about that… except that it’s the middle of June. And those conversations in elevators and around water coolers don’t include…

First Principles

Let’s start with the basics, in the ever-reliable format of the numbered list. If I am fortunate enough to continue posting on our blog, there are a few things you might find helpful to bear in mind. And here they…