Mining the Abyss
When it came time for “Floating in the Forth,” the sold-out crowd sang along with Scott: “I think I’ll save suicide for another year!” I fought back tears.
Blessed are the IT Professionals
I promptly forgot my Apple ID and password the day I got my first smartphone, and so I haven’t gotten a new app in about 4 years.
To Fix Written English
Every letter must only be assigned a single sound. Every sound in the English language must be represented as a letter. Each letter should be based on a regular Roman glyph with minimal, intuitive diacritic use.
Concrete
It sits there, heavy.
Pot holed.
The cold, hard facts.
Junctions
While at home, I went on a walk, remembering how, after a long rain, the air would smell like cupcakes or Cheerios as the fumes from General Mills wafted over the trees and rooftops.
The Flowers in Seattle
Never before in my life have I been physically stopped in my tracks by the scent of flowers. Never until I moved to Seattle.
An Argument for Driving through Flyover Country
I think you’ll come to appreciate the vibrancy of the human spirit that started living there because someone had to.
Enter Toph
I spent a good chunk of my prewriting time for this blog post keeping Satan at bay.
Stay Bold, Ponyboy
People go nuts over the fact that most people think they’re above average.
Here’s My Dirty Laundry
While I may have left the country a little more informed, I was mostly confused and overwhelmed about how to live life in a broken world with eight billion people who all needed food, clean water, shelter, education, and community.
