I am coming to you from a high atop your city skyline, in a fortified bunker I’ve dubbed Radial Matrix Tower for reasons I wish not to disclose. This is a dispatch from the future. Continue reading Dispatches from the Future, #2
If you spend enough time at this you start to see everyone as a character. Their little quirks and idiosyncrasies become synecdoche. Their rhetorical tropes stop sounding new or interesting. Anecdotes start to feel rehearsed. Continue reading Volume XXIX – March 2024
I have to admit, first, that I’m lucky to be here at all. The journey to this discrete location is long and arduous. I do it because I feel a compulsion to speak, to yell even, into this microphone and regale you with the latest news you won’t hear from official sources. Continue reading Dispatches from the Future, #1
Sometimes, when I’m sitting here with nothing to do, my mind starts to wander. Sometimes it happens when I’m avoiding work that needs to be done. Sometimes I act like I’m working while straining to overhear other people’s conversations. There are these moments when people are talking and they pause to scan their surroundings. They … Continue reading Volume XXVII – November 2023
There aren’t many places that are more depressing than a hotel bar. They can be necessary, essential even, when a road weary business traveler needs a stiff drink and warm meal. Continue reading Hotel Bar
I have an aunt who likes to talk about her various bosses. I think she does it as a weird status symbol thing. Or it could be a case of wish fulfillment. Continue reading My Aunt
Map? Check. Compass? Check. Boots? Check. Inspirational literature? Check. Backpack, water bottles, sensible clothing, hat, sun screen, tent, sleeping bag, notebook to catalog my adventures and deep insights into the human condition? Check, check, check, check, check, check, check; yeah why not, check as well. Continue reading My Soul Searching Hiking Trip
EE Cummings said something like a poet is only a poet for a few minutes in their life; the rest of the time they are a would be poet. I have no idea if that’s something he actually said. I wrote it down sometime in 2019 and attributed it to him. Continue reading Volume XXIV – May 2023
I see a lot of people worried about how old the leading presidential candidates from both parties will be if elected in two years. Those concerns are fair. Biden is already eighty and Trump is seventy-six. The bench is thin and dwindles with each misstep or unsavory label. Continue reading The George Soros Conundrum
There are a handful of vivid images I associate with every western I’ve ever seen. There is always a main saloon where roughneck cowboys carouse and establish their dominance as lawmen or villains Continue reading Wild West Dreams
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