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    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages
    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages
    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages
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    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages

    By William Baga

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    ...So Asimov, Sandler, and Wahlberg walk into a bar... This is what stumbled out:

    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages is comprised of the following short works: 

    Isaac's Apple Phi - Never again will you look indifferently into the dark screen of your cell phone. Isaac’s Apple Phi begins, humbly, in a New England-esque apple orchard and ends in a frenzy with readers left pondering whether God, gods, artificial intelligence, mega-corporations, or humanity is in control. Though deeply influenced by the shorts of Sci-Fi heavy-hitters like Asimov and Orwell, Isaac’s Apple Phi is a near-term dystopian work like none other. From romance, to WWII history, to Marxist economic theory, to lively discourse between a man and his communications device, the themes can be snacked on lightly or voraciously digested. One need not be a Sci-Fi aficionado to enjoy Phi. A desire for a smart story involving a smart phone will do just fine. 

    Take 2 - Tap your sophomoric humor funny bone with Jeff Jondawski and his wife Shelley. Jeff wishes he had some “do-overs” in his life. After dreaming with outlandish 20/20 hindsight, Jeff comes to terms with his real life, which isn’t so bad after all. 

    Let Nature Decide - Simple scene, intense drama. In blue-collar Southpoint, loyalty is the only currency. Once inseparable friends, Danny and Tommy see their boyhood bond eroded by the tide.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSocratic Paradox Publications, Miracle of Motherhood, LLC
    Release dateMar 3, 2018
    ISBN9781732042322
    Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages
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    William Baga

    William Baga was born in Hyde Park, MA (Boston) in 1980. He attended school in a nearby suburb, Randolph, where he graduated Salutatorian. Baga attended the College of the Holy Cross where he was among the nominees for Valedictorian for his work within his economics major. Baga worked in financial/investment analyst positions for four years prior to earning a master's degree in education from UMASS Boston. He went on to teach mathematics for 12 years within the Boston Public School system. Currently, Baga has three released publications. 'Camilla of Grayville' is a dystopian children's picture book that promotes technology-balance in the lives of 21st century children. 'Isaac's Apple Phi' is a science fiction short that spans many socio-economic and political topics. 'Think.Laugh.Cry. in 100 Pages' is a collection of 3 shorts comprised of the previously released 'Isaac's Apple Phi', the comedy 'Take Two', and the drama 'Let Nature Decide' Baga has a wife, Melanie, and daughter, Camilla, and resides in Somerset, MA.

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      Think.Laugh.Cry in 100 Pages - William Baga

      Isaac’s Apple Phi

      An instant gratification Sci-Fi novel that opens, strangely, with tender romance.

      This short/screenplay is rated PG-13 – Parents Strongly Cautioned

      Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13. Parents are urged to be cautious. Some material may be inappropriate for pre-teenagers.

      Mild profanity

      Enjoy.

      Preface

      My father introduced me to the world of Sci-Fi literature, first through Isaac Asimov. Asimov’s brilliance is beyond description. Perhaps never again will we witness such a combination of scientific and literary genius.

      My father was also the first to read a draft of this novella. Oddly, his reading session had begun while exhausted, at 1 AM. Excited, the next (or same) day, I called him and asked him about his initial thoughts. He paused for an unusually long period of time, then said, I-uhm-well-uhm-liked it. I mean-uhm-ya…I did. My first reaction was to scrap the book. But, then he said that he didn’t get many of the references (partly due to his fatigue). This made sense to me for a number of reasons. I have a background in Greek mythology and The Classics/Antiquities. This makes for some strange allusions. While writing, I also had the benefit of being able to instantly research things via Mr. Google.

      My solution to the references dilemma was the following: I decided to footnote everything. I understand that this is not the traditional use of footnotes, but did this to create a better and more fluid reading experience. No need to stop for a net search or need to get inside my bizarre mind.

      Let me be clear that you, the reader, are probably far more intelligent and well-read than myself. You may think the footnotes are silly. In this case, please disregard. No doubt they serve as evidence of my inability to be clear with my writing. Still, if nothing else, the footnotes kept me from dropping this book completely.

      Upon reading the second iteration, my father was overjoyed, as if it were a different story entirely. He said, Now that is something I’d certainly pay to read! So here is the revised version, written for Dad.¹

      Anniversary

      I

      saac and Miryam had lived together for what seemed time eternal. Though they had grown old, their love had not. They existed as one entity and a beauty, a majesty, and powerful energy resulted from their bond. They lived perfectly simply and were as content as the apple trees that they religiously tended.

      Isaac was a tinkerer by trade. His mind periodically pulsated with flashes of brilliance and his workshop suffered with each lightning strike. Shelves groaned under the weight of binders, half-filled journals, and boxes labeled with one brainchild or another. Strata of tools weighed on the floor and made movement a tip-toe affair. One instant, Isaac would grab a tool to manipulate his latest contraption, next he’d flash, dance the floor’s maze to a journal, and furiously scribble some improvements. The breadth of Isaac’s innovations spoke to his genius, the depth to the disjointedness of that genius.

      While Isaac’s devotion to a given project was whimsical, his devotion to Miryam was resolute. From the workshop, as he sat on the creaky piano bench that dismayed at Isaac’s inconsistent affection, Isaac would gaze out at the orchard. Though ideas could provide fleeting moments of captivating lust, only Miryam truly held him captive. He would watch as she floated effortlessly through the rows of apple trees. Her long skirt hid her delicate feet, heightening the gliding illusion of her movement. He would smile, the kind that reverberates in mind and heart, reminding him of his immeasurable fortune.

      If Isaac was potential, Miryam was kinetic. There was only ever one task for her, that at hand. Her meals surrendered to her exacting attention and sighed in joy when given her final approval. The joy was transferred to Isaac by the forkful. She allowed Isaac to exercise her kind, attentive ear and nodded approvingly during each transient flash. She understood that Isaac derived his very being from these mind spouts, but would crumble under their weight, and his indecision, without her gentle buoying. Many nights Isaac’s mind raced incessantly and his only repose was to fall asleep, head upon her seated thigh as she ran her fingers through his sweat-moistened hair.

      The couple raised and cared dearly for many children, their apple orchard stock. Miryam, mother of the orchard, hummed and sang to her trees while bathing them in cool water drawn from the river. She encouraged them to twist, sway, and shake, to perform unique dances while in the spotlight of the sun. Isaac, as father, was far more calculated and stringent with his behavior management. He braced trees, insisted they stand straight, and wagged his finger disapprovingly when they fruited poorly. No matter the style, it was undeniable that these parents loved all of their trees and the orchard cooed from their kind-hearted care.

      Among the few points of contention in their partnership was the conception of sapling offspring. Miryam was a Seedist. She relished the romance of pollination and the surprise of its moppet. She seeded in a waltz…"Ba-da-da!"…cast a seed, twirl around, "Bee-do-do!"…flip a seed, spin, frolic, repeat. Isaac cringed as seeds rained randomly about the orchard. Isaac was a Grafter. He methodically partnered trees, harvested anthers, and applied them to flowers with a tool that he had concocted. If favorable fruit were produced, he grafted onto trees to clone the results. Subsequent generations from the clone would fall under his lens and begin the scientific process anew. Isaac’s choreography was a line dance, examination, pollination, graft, good...repeat, examination, pollination… Miryam would chuckle as Isaac agonized over each graft, imploring them to follow his directives.

      The affectionate orchard rivalry followed into the kitchen. Miryam, with her discerning apple palette, selected eager fruits from her seeded trees for her universally recognized pies. Year after year, she composed new and wonderful apple desserts. She never needed to improve on a recipe, but enjoyed playing with new flavors from each season’s unique crop. In contrast, Isaac, whose solitary culinary endeavor was apple pies, donned the apron once per annum to challenge his beloved. Despite

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