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To maul or to maim’s not part of the game; Either way, we end up feeling the same: Miserable and weakened, or, worse yet, Alive with those things we won’t speak of. These losses aren’t for me or for you; … Continue reading
“Passion and reason are only the transformation of the mind toward the better or the worse.” -Seneca the Younger. Talk to me. Tell me, father, what I must know. Tell me how to plant the seeds we know could grow. … Continue reading
“That we who refrain from sin by self-denial, may be afflicted in time rather than condemned to eternal punishment…” -Litany of Interior Peace
Aren’t thoughts symbiotes? We think, and they grow. We think, and cannot know How or where they will go. We think in composites We would love to know. Now, here is a thought Made up, without giving a thought: Some … Continue reading
“We are approaching: No Return. Do you want a drink with that?” No. Let them learn.
See that? It’s a bronze reproduction of the wax casting of the hands of English poets Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and it is my most prized possession. But, why?
S.F. Journal, 9/29/08. Writing this with crayon and trying not to burst out laughing. Like I need more attention… I guess it had to happen, being hospitalized like this. I finally screwed up, didn’t I?But, I knew that when my … Continue reading
San Francisco is littered with detritus. There are even Instagrams dedicated to the mattresses cast to the curb. Most of this stuff is legitimate garbage, but the odd love-chair (without the plague) or a still-working CRT TV can be found … Continue reading
Journalist Paul Wallace recently went out on a limb with Kotaku in an article entitled What Video Games Actually Sell: Greatness, under the thesis that video games are today no longer part of the entertainment industry. They’re a new industry, … Continue reading