Kieran Mulvaney

Another new look to the site - I change things up around here more often than Paris Hilton changes outfits - and a proposal sent off into cyberspace that may propel me on yet another new venture. It's just all so new.

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One more election-themed post.

Yesterday, Mitt Romney was recorded speaking to supporters about why he lost the election last week.  Read More 

I predicted 294 electoral votes. In the end, it wasn't even that close: 332-206, with President Obama carrying Colorado and Florida, as well as the states I had guesstimated. Here's the thing: it threatened to be close in a number of states, but day after day, week after week, the polling was clear. The president was ahead, and was clearly favored to win. But going into November 6, the right-wing punditocracy insisted otherwise, truly, genuinely believed that Mitt Romney would not only win, but would do so handsomely.

Yet there was absolutely no indication that this was the case. Polling, and analyses of polling, pointed only in one direction. The response of conservatives to all this evidence was to ... decry the evidence, to claim the polls were skewed and biased. So comprehensively did they convince themselves and each other of this that they were in absolute disbelief, not only at the defeat but the scale of that defeat, epitomized by Karl Rove insisting on air that Fox News was premature in calling Ohio, and thus the presidency, for Barack Obama.

This election, and that reaction, encapsulated so much of what is horrifically wrong with elements of the right wing in the United States today. It is one thing to have your own opinions; it is another entirely to think you are entitled to your own facts.  Read More 

Two days from now, the United States will vote for president. It has not been an especially distinguished or edifying campaign, but then campaigns rarely are, it seems. It will be my second presidential vote since becoming a citizen in 2007, and I will vote this year as I did in 2008: for Barack Obama.
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I love science fiction. Actually, I love good science fiction. Good science fiction takes its basis in science fact and stretches that to create fictional scenarios that, while not necessarily probable, are at least plausible within the bounds of scientific theory. There are exceptions, of course: on 'Star Trek', the 'Enterprise' can communicate instantaneously with Federation headquarters across millions of miles of space, which simply couldn't happen. There's that little thing called the speed of light - which, of course, the 'Enterprise' itself appears to at least push up against at times.  Read More 

My Tombstone article was published last weekend in the Washington Post Magazine. Great to see it come to fruition, although I feel as if I could yet write a great deal more - and perhaps will, for that matter.

Readers' responses sent to the Washington Post have run the gamut: from "how can you glorify such despicable people [the Earps and the cowboys, not today's Tombstone residents] and such gun violence?" to "I think you missed important pieces of information," to "Thank you, what a great article."

Most important to me, however, has been the response from those who matter the most: the people in Tombstone who helped me so much with the story - and who have thanked me for "getting" the town in a way so few people do. That means a great deal. Read More 

You'd think I'd be getting used to this by now ...

For all my harrumphing and sighing and self-flagellating over my footprint and accumulation of electronics, I've added another device to the family. My phones seem to last no longer than my laptops, but I reckon this one, which is an absolutely beauty, should be around for a while yet.

It has been two years since I completed my last book, and the creative itch needs scratching. I've been busy doing the kind of work I need to do to fill the coffers, the urgent nudging aside the important, but after much consideration and contemplation, feel like I'm down to two or three possible titles, each quite different from the other. certain events not entirely in my control will help dictate which one falls into place, but I strongly suspect that, one way or the other, this time next year I will be hard at work on my next full-length title. Read More