As of July of this year, I’ve been writing this blog for seven years. That seems fucking impossible, but it’s true. Seven years ago (August, 2004): Today (August 2011):
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower*
09/26/2011
I’m feeling really old these days. If you’d have asked me in my teens or twenties at what age someone would be considered “old,” back then I probably would’ve said forty. Now here I am, forty-one years old. Feeling it, inhabiting it. And the strange thing – the thing I couldn’t foresee and wouldn’t have … CONTINUE READING »
In the realms of the unreal: or how I learned to start worrying and hate social media
09/21/2011
Like many of you, I woke up this morning, looked at Facebook, and said aloud to myself: “Oh, FUCK NO.” But there’s more to it than that. Much more. And the more-to-it part – things I’ve been rolling over in my head for months now, honestly – is why I’m going on a social media … CONTINUE READING »
Anthropomorphism my ass
09/19/2011
I know some people would argue that animals don’t have feelings, or experience what we humans understand as emotion. But I beg to differ. And I have evidence to support my position. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Locke – the happiest freaking dog on the planet: If that face of his isn’t objectively radiating PURE … CONTINUE READING »
