For centuries, people armed with curiosity and a bit of time have kept notes as they observed the world around…
If you can’t laugh about things, about life and this crazy “society,” the freakish spectacle of famous people…
Being an independent contractor can be a fantastic way to earn money; when you are contracted by an honest person or company. Unfortunately, if you…
The online headlines scream at us daily. “15 Things Emotionally Strong People Don’t Do,” “10 Tips That Turn On Your Lover,” “The 10 Biggest Mistakes People Make on Their Taxes.”
Yesterday, as part of a family trip to Florida, we were treated to an extraordinary…
In the future gay marriage and relationships will be cool, as will marijuana (hippie victory!). In the US this stuff is just happening, and the barbarous persecution of gays in places like Africa…
In my room you’d sit, patiently waiting through the discomfort and distress that I let out. My life was a mess, that much…
The last three days I was visiting the city of Vilnius. It’s a beautiful city: the old town UNESCO…
“Why are they bullying the fish people Dad?”
“The fish people?”
“That man on the telly all the time, Salmon — his friend too, her name is Stujon or something. They…
We often like to believe that bad things happen to bad people. Or when something good happens to someone we try to…
Staring in his intense melting eyes
As expected, the defenders of the system have stepped forward and tried to attack Auroracoin. One can not help but…
My first and best foray into online everything came in the form of a cozy little website called Aetheri. This was ten years ago. Pre-Facebook. Pre-MySpace. Pre-everything. A few hundred brave and reckless pioneers, testing the limits of virtual community, building…
Hell, you were the Last High. The song plays on like a chant. The high creeps in, intoxicating, overwhelming. The memories flow back…
I’m suppose to write something on every 16th of the month, as a promise to myself that I would at least write a blog post at least once a month. At least.
Fuck, I’m high on Dome.
Wheat grows far away, on a different land in another place. The dawn comes slow and the sun hangs low, radiating warmth at a temperate pace. I can see my face in a puddle by a well, all too swell from the dew of the morning mist. This is bliss.
Battered and defeated, he was seated in a chair, sloped, hunched downward, without a care. The pressure was crackling, the laughs were cackling, from…
