It has been just under a year since Donald Trump won the presidency. It's also the year that the new millennium turns 18. To me, things are getting weirder just as they remain the same. Such is life in what Kurt Andersen has dubbed "Fantasyland." This week, Oprah burst on the cultural scene as a … Continue reading Challenge Yourself in 2018
What is the Internet? We "surf" it. We "go on" it. We're "connected to" it. We "browse" it. We "host" on it. We "play" on it. What is it? Do we need to start thinking about it as a place? If so, who governs it? Does it need its own laws? Does it have its … Continue reading Is the Internet a place?
Stop thinking right now. Stop thinking. Stop. You get to choose, Though a shadowy colossus approaches. You are going to feel an infinite variation of pulsating rhythms composed of pain and pleasure. The tattoo of feelings will try to control you, to own you, to take you down. But you are only here In this … Continue reading Mosh
It's falling, roiling, crashing to the sea. That sound you hear, silent quakes of our old country. Yesterday she did, but today, she won't anymore. And tomorrow, she will never again. She won't go back and she won't again; there is no resurrection for yesterday. And for the loss of all your petty comforts, your violent … Continue reading & the .revolution will be Chaos
The modern tradition of disaster-forecasting has become a part of the fabric of the developed world. An author sits calmly, I imagine, at his (in this case) desk and click-clacks out a presumptuous and disquieting headline declaring something like, Insects Are In Serious Trouble. And the report or article the author churns out may be … Continue reading Memento Mori
It is October 13, 2017 in the United States of America. Friday, the 13th, that is. Are you spooked? On edge? Keeping a lookout for strange things? We, in the West, live in a sophisticated world full of wondrous technology and a globalized society with the most cutting edge research and resources to date. Or … Continue reading We, the Tribal
I remember the day that America fell to them. I could just make out the fires raging in Washington from my parents' house in Virginia. It was a late August day and it was unseasonably cold. I walked down to the lake with our dog. On the rocky beachfront, we walked alongside the water. I winked … Continue reading The Very Distant Sirens: Chapter 1