Terminal Lucidity

Dearest liver, when did you lose heart?

The blogosphere (stupid fucking word, by the way) is boring as hell.

Today was probably the first day in five years that I’ve done a proper day’s work.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right.

I suffer from Post-Christian Stress Disorder (PCSD).

Everyone who bothers with this inevitably asks themselves, Who am I writing for?

Having children is immoral.

First outing with the new (old) camera.

Dead kids.

Thinking of moves again.

It finally happened.

Sometimes it’s all a bit much.

Reclaim the night.

Feeling nostalgic, I spent my commute singing along to this Incubus album from 1997.

Finally booked a trip.

Every morning, before the family wakes and after the cat has been fed, I light a stick of incense, bow toward a kakejiku of Amida Buddha, and plunge it into the little bowl of sand and ash.

Memories of those years are hazy, at best.

Always waiting.

An RSS reader was the key to breaking my Discover page addiction.

木漏れ日.

I’ve been dreaming of retiring early, selling all my shit, and slow-traveling S.E.

I’ve been dreaming of retiring early, selling all my shit, and slow-traveling S.E.

Philosophy for a rainy afternoon.

Philosophy for a rainy afternoon.

We can give Texas back for all I care.

We can give Texas back for all I care.

Despite my tendency to wax poetic about revolutionary politics and the evils of free-market capitalism, I’m just another tool trying to get that bag.

Despite my tendency to wax poetic about revolutionary politics and the evils of free-market capitalism, I’m just another tool trying to get that bag.

It’s a curious thing.

It’s a curious thing.

We don't truly appreciate the fact that a substantial number of otherwise rational adults believe in an omniscient creator god who watches you pee and judges your sex acts.

空 假 中.

So brave of you to reject AI.

Those who can’t do.

Every generation looks back and shakes their head at the next one.

Everyone is scrambling to find a place on the spectrum.

Brevity is the soul of wit, or so said the buffoon.

I stumbled upon this post about Unstory, who is characterized as nihilistic, contemptuous, and often intellectually sloppy.

A Land Ethic® expands the definition of “community” to include not only humans, but all of the other parts of the Earth, as well: soils, waters, plants, and animals – “the land”.

My son started playing competitive soccer this year.

Some of my past rants might suggest that I’m a militant atheist.

My little unintentional writing streak was broken yesterday.

This is, ultimately, a pointless post.

"When you coming home, son?"

I have a note on my desktop with topics I plan to write about.

Does every generation go through this?

Wednesday comes from Wōdnesdæg, or Woden's Day.

For me, wanderlust is more than just a clichéd way to say I like traveling.

We spiral.

I used to get a lot of shit for the way I relate to my hobbies and interests.