a boy and his tapeworm
He writes. The boy, does.
Taenia solium is the pork tapeworm, a parasite of which humans are the definitive host, and pigs are an intermediate host. Infection is often asymptomatic, but can lead to severe neurological complications…
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epiphany #4 in the next thing
in an information environment where supplies are infinite, it can be helpful to think and remember in themes and concepts. individual factoids (specific dates, places, names) can obscure the larg...
epiphany #3 in the next thing
humans are functionally all the same, and vary only in superficial ways. how varied one human looks from another (say a Dane and an Papuan), they are functionally identical when considered as org...
ephinany #2 in the next thing
the way to heal our democracy and what grieves the good citizen in so many people’s being is through the local government level. making it simple and transparent and responsive and useful. approa...
ephipany #0 (the one to contain them) in the next thing
ephiphany #0: ideas need to live somewhere. they will be ephemeral unless tucked in. and that can be okay, unless one wants to preserve them. for various reasons. this will be a place for ideas.
the day after in forty-eight and a half
on the day the thing is decided, the northern sky is clear and an unseasonably warm wind whips through canyons created both by mountains and city streets, off the vast ocean that extends so far t...
ella siempre vive in forty-eight and a half
en que panteon, brujita? he types in the little wordbox below a cemetery photograph she shot, gravestones and mausoleums bleached and tilting like bones in the grass, etched in branchshadow, the ...
more little birds in forty-eight and a half
wake in the dark…lie in bed, listen to rain on roof, staccato drone soothing, hushing now, moving slowly across the yard, softer on grass, but still cold, wet, bleeding, reaching, down, down thro...
ides of october in forty-eight and a half
the trees sway sinuous, back and forth and beguiling, bending under the violent winds, floating great greyblack battleship clouds across the roiling depths of the atmosphere, as liquid as the dis...
melt away in forty-eight and a half
the rain thunders on denny the good neighbor’s zinc shed roof and galaxy 500 bleeds from the tinny speaker in the corner…i want to melt away. he looks out the window and at the deep moss of his p...
the days pass in forty-eight and a half
the gold-grey light of the sun moves south with the clouds from canada through the windows and across the walls, strange furniture shadows, and if he gets lost deep enough life feels as one of t...
