Every tree in the orchard dangles ripely, unjustly dripping luscious fruit the size of four hands. The imposter sits, supremely still, in the midst of it all and gazes upon the garden scene. The kale is full to overflowing; the carrots are digging a well for themselves; the rabbits have compounded labor for a new wire fence and the imposter gazes down at her hands. These hands? Only two hands. What’s the … Read More Raw Materials
She smelled like bubble gum and humanity burst back into vision when I passed her. I’d been browsing license plates like self-help manuals and shaping my shoes against the concrete carpets. My vision was dull black the birds sounded flat for the third time in a lifetime I’d asked for plastic at the local Countdown. I was resolved to stay sane but only … Read More She, Like a Bubble
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