There is nothing quite as serene as being slung between two trees on a bed of nylon woven cloth; the gentle breeze providing a cushioned sway to the beat of the Universe pulse. It is as if all forest dwellers sign a pact with my intelligent hammock to stay away, simply to observe and not to eat. There has never been a time when … Read More When Hammock Met Thunderstorm
Dear Squadron, Hey there. You beautiful, auspiciously good-willed bellwether of a callipygian nature. You, my formidable invisible audience, have changed me over the past year and ten months. I don’t usually write for you specifically, but your very arcane presence has given me opportunities to practice authenticity, courage, vulnerability, and passion. This site doesn’t generate that many hits, I am fully aware and fine … Read More Happy 100! Letter from the Editor and Most Memorable Posts
Here we interrupt the excitement of reading Freud’s proposal of Psychoanalysis (on my end, not yours) to give some clarifications on what makes a pigeon a badass. Wait. Strange choice in adjective. Chub-glubber? No no, that’s not a real word. Upstanding moral citizen? Not quite. Luficer’s handmaiden? Hmm–a bit too far right. Let’s just let pigeons be themselves. The phrase “to pigeonhole” exists for … Read More MAD Pigeon Respect
If I could offer any advice–to you, to myself–it would be to go about boldly. This is more than living boldly or going into the world with boldness. It is not as calculated as that. It is simply going about, in whatever way one interprets such a phrase, in a bold manner. Alright, onwards now with a short* narrative filled with tales of nights … Read More Sleeping in Airports, Hitchhiking through Romania
Human beings are social creatures. The desire for a good, satisfying conversation is inevitable, no matter the degree to which one identifies oneself on the “introversion-extroversion” spectrum. What is it that lends hand to a good conversation? How does one go about hosting a good conversation?
“Be brave enough to begin a conversation that actually matters”.
“Hydrogen jukebox” comes from a line in Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Howl” (1955): …who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox… Ginsberg explained that the hydrogen jukebox signifies a state of “hypertrophic high-tech, a psychological state in which people are at the limit of their sensory … Read More Press Play