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I don’t often post in the moment because I‘m either without reception or—most of the time—too caught up in the moment itself. This was a combination of the two, though by the looks of it, I am in the middle of taking a picture. Needless to say, I post a lot of pictures after the …
I never saw the need to call myself a feminist, much less a proud feminist, since the basics of feminism always seemed like common sense. If you exercise common sense, what’s there to be proud of? Nothing. It’s a waste of energy. The crucial detail of common sense is that it’s common. Therefore, just follow …
Hope and fear have outlined the political discourse since the beginnings of modern democracy. The actors are compelled to either fight for something or to fight against something, and this leads to campaigns that are either optimistic for what we can obtain, or fearful of that which are trying to avoid. At no time has …
Continue reading "Drop Your Pitchforks and Raise Your Glass. Political Parties are No More."
It's not for me to say whether sports have become better or worse these past few years. I have no way of knowing that. But as the NBA playoffs wind down and old tales of the Dream Team resurface, I am reminded of how much it has all changed in such a short amount of …
Richard Nixon was not a bad man. He was a man. He wanted to be loved, and they all want to be loved. He just got caught, and so he payed for it. There's a thread of the main intrigue for me. They all go into it with such optimism only to come out beaten …
Continue reading "Leaders and Lions in the Arena of Love and Fear"
Everything would be silent but I hear the noise now. The grumbling that predominated the past year has broken through the first layer of Earth as I hear the trumpets begin to play. They mark the ascension of some joyous finale, or maybe it is some epic war. And so lie the images, scattered in …
No key representative or figurehead is leading Occupy Wall Street, and any public figure who has participated in it has been dwarfed by the sea of citizens who, frankly, aren’t looking for a leader. Therein lies the key to what has escalated throughout the country in the past month. It has been patronized by government …
I once held a theory that what motivated people to vote was merely a perverse sense of competition perpetuated by the two-party system, and that most of us had little to no idea what the candidates represented or what they planned to do, and that we were instead attracted mostly to the idea of the …
The Miami Heat got the living piss kicked out of them by what is being hailed as the new ‘America’s Team’, the Dallas Mavericks. Why are they hailed as such? Because the Mavericks defeated what eventually rose in the mind of society as an unbeatable, obnoxiously inflated and ego-driven giant of a sports team--a living …
Continue reading "The Case for the Miami Heat, the NBA’s Whipping Boy."
Yesterday I realized that I’d missed Bob Dylan’s birthday. What do I mean by ‘missed’? Don’t know. I guess I didn’t get to stand back in reflection and think about him for a good five minutes or so. Play a song of his off my library or something. Just the idea of that strikes me …
"A Possible Eulogy for Terrorism" I remember walking into class ten years ago and being surprised to find the television on; and I didn’t think twice about the image of New York City on the screen, in which a lone black raincloud hovered strangely beside one of the Twin Towers. There was an explosion moments …
I look out my window this morning as the hour slowly approaches noon. Outside there is no lifting wind, no cleansing rain nor looming thunder. There is nothing that might distinguish this morning of August 19, 2010 from any past. I suppose it is the sheer gravity of last night’s events, its profound yet bittersweet …
>As technology grows, so too should our minds. I am writing now from my sofa using my trusty miracle phone, which is a device capable of pretty much anything but launching me to the moon. I am often surprised at the extent to which we have come to depend on and indulge in certain technologies--namely …
>"What do you look like?", he asks. There is nothing but static on the other end of the phone until he hears the voice whisper back softly. "It depends on who's looking." I've always been deeply interested in the unexplained, or more specifically, in the mysteries of the world that exist beyond the realm of …
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