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October Bouquet
It is unusual, as a mammal, to experience coolness from the inside out, I say to Linda as she takes the needles out. Afterwards, I go for a walk. The sun is out. The moon is out. The sun is loud and...
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The Quantified Five Year Old
Colin, in an attempt to earn a toy gun, has started drawing out behavior charts. Days with check marks are good days, and days with X’s are bad days. The most charming (disturbing) part about these,...
View ArticleRainlight, Candlelight
I am walking on the estate again. It is windy and rainy. Everything is saturated. Black bark is blacker. Pale green lichen is brighter. Stones on the path glisten, winking their suddenly lustrous tones...
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The Immaculate Deaths of Trees
The grass bends easily in the wind. The great oak stands unmoved. A strong wind can uproot the oak, but no wind, however strong, can uproot the grass that bends flat before it. -Chin-Ning Chu, Thick...
View ArticleGifts, Mother-Fucking Gifts
As I clean out objects from my house, the number of gifts I come in contact with is astounding. Paying attention to my reaction to gifts, as I decide to keep them, or give them away, I’ve begun to...
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February, Love
Ahhh, Love. That ubiquitous force that captures our hearts and imaginations equally. It rivals the body in its graceful bondage of these aspects of our nature. Love is of course notoriously difficult...
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Refactoring the Identity Machine
Kevin Kelly has been “trying to listen to what the technology wants, and the technology is suggesting that it wants to be watched”. I have been a big fan of Kelly since I stumbled across his Cool...
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Love and Culture Shock
A funny thing happened on the way to love – I got distracted by desire. The dominant event in February was presenting at TFT14, about the relationship between technology and culture. This was a lot of...
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March, Listening
I don’t know how to listen to myself, and so I don’t know how to listen to others, so desperate am I to be heard. – A letter to Sophia The biggest question that came out of my February practice was:...
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Sweet Weeping
For Keri One hundred yards back, looking towards the clearing, I see the drops gleaming. Shining all the way down. It is dry. My coat rubs electricity out of the air and sends it snapping out my...
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