80 Days
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Indieweb Carnival: The Internet as Personal Museum
Self portrait in the Smithsonian Hirshhorn Museum, Washington DC, 2002. The mirror is actually Luciano Fabro’s Buco (Hole), (1963)...
Pile of Rubble
I posted this thread on Mastodon on Feb 27th. I would link to the original posts, but they will be automatically deleted in three months. I will make small edits here...
Good Work Lights Us up
This one surfaced 14 months after I captured it...
Indieweb Fiction Carnival: We've Got to Dream past It
Scout woke up lacquered in sweat again.
Indieweb Carnival: Intersecting Interests
It's all connected
The Project of the Technocracy Is the Automation of the Human Intellect
Eugene McCarraher, “You’re a Slave to Money, Then You Die”...
Inclinations Driven Out by the Exigencies of War
There but for the grace of time go I
The Ideology of Isolation
When love thy neighbor is a cry of resistance
More Brennan Lee Mulligan This Time on Ask Hank Anything
When did it start to feel like science and technology were two separate things, and am I crazy or does it feel like they have started to appeal to and attract the interest of very different types of people?
Code Is a Liability
Cory Doctorow 🎯 again
This Was the Moment I Realized Brennan Lee Mulligan Was an Important Artist
I'm a Critical Role stan now
Indieweb Carnival: The Meaning of Life
Connect Connecting Connected Connection
Stone Soup Blues
📃 🥳 Switch-Lit published my first collab on their platform, done with a friend, the prompt was a prose poem where every word has at least one letter in W-R-I-S-T...
Small Cypress on the Meaning of Life
TLDR; it's love
On Being a Founder
Being a founder is terrifying.
How to Horribly End a Year
I crashed my bike on Dec 23rd and broke my hip.
Chipping Away at Our Capacity for Difficulty and Uncertainty
The future is not Skynet or lasers in the sky but something more sinister, slowly chipping away at our capacity for difficulty and uncertainty...
They Are the Same
I'm finding that the journey through, if there is one, involves sacrificing a personally meaningful narrative
Lucy Is 14
For her birthday, she wanted to go to the family 'farm'