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Rest in Peace, G
Some words for Gabrielle Bouliane. Less an elegy, more an untangling.
Tightening The Wire
After a two-week binge (which I’m sure was reflected in my electric bill) I’ve finally finished The Wire. Yes, there are spoilers coming, and they are bountiful.
Non-Advice for Online Dating
Apparently I’m not done ranting about social media.
10 Possible Subtitles
When you’re writing a book for so long, you start thinking about the same damn things all the damn time. You talk about those, mostly.
The significance of covers
Have you heard the Gourds’ cover of “Gin and Juice”? It’s one of the only areas in accessible culture hicks and a gangster rapper can interact.
The Social Network Malfunction
My friend Tatyana points out something fascinating: Social Networking culture promotes false familiarity. Because you’re so “close” to the content-producer – reading or watching on your personal device, leaving and retrieving comments – you feel more connected. But you’re not. And that can be crushing. I understand why this system accomplishes so much of what it does. We trade access for intimacy; if you want a hero on the Internet, can’t get one without sacrificing the other. But the delivery mechanism creates a false sense of intimacy. I think that’s unfair. Not like, ‘there’s…
Intentions of the Gods
To set the stage: At the start of Metacom’s War – the bloodiest conflict per-capita in American history, perhaps in all the continent’s story – there was one of those fuse-lighting moments. Most of it happened December 19, 1675. That might seem like an early date to you – but get steeped in the 17th century, and you’ll see it’s almost three generations years deep. It’s not early at all; it’s the beginning of the end. Or, if you prefer, the beginning of this. All this. For more than five decades, the Pilgrims…
gkakdjhhshajsFUCK YOU, Poet!
Sometimes I go to a poetry reading. I think it’s a safe bet, if you’re reading this, you do this sometimes, too. Sometimes I go against my better judgment. Poor judgment here is defined as “despite remembering at least the last three times you went.”
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