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The stars all winked at me They shouted: child!- Your funeral, my trial. The universe has a lot to answer for. I’m not sure its offerings of sublime beauty make up for the abject horror living ...

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And why Art is more important than Science. There are many different types of Love songs. Love songs about new romance butterflies. Love songs about loss and grief. Love songs about separation ...

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It’s interesting, the things we learn about ourselves and the world that we didn’t know we didn’t know. One of those things, for me, was just how easy it is to affect the physical world around u...

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I can’t stand either of them. Yet I have been forced, mostly against my will, to deal with plenty of both over the course of my life. Something I don’t particularly wish upon anyone. I don’t ...

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That’s my Uncle, one of many, sometime in the 90s. He passed during Covid. There was no funeral or ceremony because his oldest brother (pictured in the back, hugging his own daughter), who w...

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Ever take a bite of something and swiftly realize that you can either A) immediately spit it out or B) wage a white knuckled campaign of war against the Puke Gods with every horrific chew, not k...

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Are control issues universal? Do people feel compelled to control others, or if not, themselves? I have as strong of a desire for self control as I do a loathing for the idea of being controll...

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Or something like that. Giving it a re-watch after many a year, and I find myself obsessed. I think this happened the first time. There is just something exquisitely otherworldly about this mo...

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Been thinking a lot about my mother lately. For some reason I have a much harder time talking to and being around her now than I ever have in my life. Part of that is the new marriage, even thou...

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My high school girlfriend and I had a pretty funny meet-cute at this Christian “youth group” my buddy would invite me to every Tuesday (free pizza after). It was a whole new scene for me- new gr...

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Good horror films usually target and accentuate certain primal fears, common to large demographics. Often multiple, layered into a tiramisu of finely honed terrors, set in its intention to raise...

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I am having a hard time dealing with a fundamental truth tonight. That first paradox we learned about in Logic class. The “you can never get to the door” paradox. I get it now. As it suppose...

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You know that cover of Somewhere Over The Rainbow by the Hawaiian guy that died quite some time ago? Movies overplayed it, but I still consider it a very special song, from a distant time and pl...

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Jumped into a fresh job site this week, new home construction, first whole-house I’ve had a chance to do since late last summer. Now that the three month solo grind of carrying hoses up and down...

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Someone once said that “time is a flat circle.” That it’s essentially an illusion created by our subconsciousness to explain a part of our hardware that we can’t observe- like the built in egg t...

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I have been quietly obsessed with this movie for a year, I think, based on loose recommendations I read- but I avoided it, and spoilers, until I was able to watch it in the original Japanese a...

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I was listening to Chelsea Hotel while I was working on this little trip back to the 1960s: That square turd of a brutalist brown brick shitbox has been there my entire life. I had no idea th...

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Drove to work this morning completely in the pre-dawn dark, though dark blue was creeping over the black by the time I rolled past the church into town. I was feeling a bit uneasy with it. Somet...

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The reverence I have for art is similar to the reverence I have for science. Both are rooted in a fascination with the heights of power the human spirit can achieve through accurately perceiving...

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I was there, Gandalf. 25 years ago, I was there. When the strength of men prevailed. Right around the time I was preparing to graduate high school rumors grew of a shadow in the east. Whispers,...

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I can’t convey in words how surprised I am with how much I enjoy my job, this holiday season in particular. Now that I have had a couple years of more or less routine to get me off the panic bus...

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Eight miles, straight up, downtown somewhere. That’s Kenny Rogers, in case you were wondering. Might remember it from The Big Lebowski. I remember it from the radio in my dad’s truck in the 80s...

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