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My Weekend.
“There is not a star in the sky but one searchlight, the moon gleams with a smile.” my daughter announces to me. READ MORE »
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HACK № 42: The Weaning of Life
Howdy Meltedcheesedeks, welcome to the forty-second continuation of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, there’s a silver lining just over that horizon behind you.
OK folks, here’s how this is going to play out. First I write a few self-referential paragraphs to get it out of my system, while simultaneously holding everything else in. Next, a nice little story about Vineland, NJ to help us forget that any of this is (not) real. Finally, a bunch of unrelated, recently taken pictures. If we have a deal, you may read on… READ MORE »
Letters From God: Fear
“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.”
- Marcus Aurelius
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I Don’t Belong Here: Same-Sex Marriage? More Like LAME-Sex Marriage!
I’m just going to put this one up in the air, because I guess someone has to. There is no legitimate argument against same-sex marriage. None! Or rather, put more accurately, any legitimate argument against same-sex marriage is also an argument against marriage itself in general. That’s the shape of it. I’d rather be talking about Batman villains right now, but there we are. What? You’re confused? Oh, no, I didn’t say there weren’t any arguments against same-sex marriage, just that they’re all stupid and wrong! Let’s run down some of them so I can underline this point.
My Substantial Affair With Life: Make It or Break It
Make It Or Break It
As I wake, I look out the window and never fail to spot a trace of hope no matter what weather. For as long as oxygen still has its dance going, I know I can go on. Oxygen is a very literate thing as it is an extensive metaphor.
Little oxygen = Dying hope
More oxygen = Bursts of creativity. READ MORE »
Letters From God: End of Year, End of Schmear
Hello world.
I know I haven’t been on top of things. I’m still not. But! It is the end of the semester (only two days left) and I am hoping not to slack ANYMORE! For this piece, I am going to post my personal space project statement/end of year statement accompanied by my short Dia: Beacon trip review. READ MORE »
My Substantial Affair With Life: Mad Circles
Mad Circles:
Over and Out
Today is rather deep in the cradle of whatever starting point that rose two thousand twelve years ago. This is not a questionnaire but more like a seed of contemplation. What have we achieved? How do we participate in Life? How aware are we of what might be hanging off the tip of the Cosmic Tongue? However, I am not implying that everything we breathe, see, think, and do are vile or just plain awful. We are in a checkered mentality and that means we are constantly playing a mental hopscotch. There are deep divisions especially from ourselves. Ourselves, I say, in the sense of the place within we should know better than anything we “see”: the core of our being. It resides in all of us. The Silent Voice. READ MORE »
Letters From God: Slackin’ Around
Everyone claims to be a procrastinator. I am not an exclusion. Nowhere near it. I always ALWAYS get immensely stressed when I notice I’m not constantly working hard on something. I hold extraordinarily high standards for myself. I rarely, if ever, meet them. This usually causes me to spiral into a self loathing pit. Without the help and support of the lovely Noel Rogers, I would not be able to come out of that too quickly. Thank you for all the things you do for me.
I have been particularly anxious lately because classes are coming to an end and today I had to have surgery. I won’t discuss the surgery today. The classes, however, will be discussed. Hooray! You all care so much don’t you! READ MORE »
My Substantial Affair With Life: La Cocoon
La Cocoon:
How do I get out?
“So strange, so strange, how something so unnatural has become our norm.” she mutters to herself in her head as she sits behind the wheel in bumper-to-bumper traffic on route 95. Other thoughts more worthy wash away like a good wave ashore as she preoccupies herself about remembering trivial things like where the dress was and why her memory stick keeps on running from her. She is interrupted by how half and half makes sense. It balances our coffee out like, in life, we need half of real-to-the-touch subjects and half strictly non-material functions to remain in balance. However, the 9-to-5 function is clearly not working, hence, the mentioned traffic. It does not evoke fluidity. It deserts what she and her fellow earthlings must take care of including their bodies. It makes things harder to keep balanced and, most of all, authentic. The funny thing is that she is not doing anything from 9-to-5. The imposed norm is just heavy in the air and she lives right off route 95. This slight parallelism lies in the cradle of ironies on a thin, filmy layer of existence, perhaps. READ MORE »
HACK № 39: A Conspiracy of Blessings
Howdy Mediocritons, welcome to the thirty-ninth extremity of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, I’ll go out on a limb if you promise to catch me when I fall.
Dichotomies: What are we going to do about them? What aren’t we going to do about them? Is one side more real or more preferred than the other? Or do they exist simultaneously depending upon the conscious observer? Do my rhetorical questions have answers? Or are the answers simply more questions? I could do this all night folks, or I could not. Let’s pick the latter and move on. READ MORE »
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