Korean food and cultural similarities
Storytelling – Narratives Neverending
I don’t wonder how much of the mental clutter we have in our lives is a result of this constant stream of unended stories in our mind, some of which will never reach a conclusion. The 8 book series we’ll never get around to reading, or the TV show cancelled after only 1 season without an ending. All these things are left dangling in our minds, and it’s something that our tribal storytelling didn’t worry about.
Storytelling – First Steps
Every story begins somewhere, even a story about telling stories. I hate to write something that ends with a bit of a cliffhanger and risks feeling too fluffy without any meat, but I have to get this out in order to move on. I hope you’ll forgive me
One from the road
I’ll write something new one of these days
Written back in Costa Rica, part of a continuation on musings regarding expectations. Amusingly enough, managing expectations is the one of these I still haven’t posted yet.
in this case, love
maybe life wasn’t quite as terrible as I thought
Fuck Me. This fish-head soup is good, and exactly what I needed right now.
Eventually I begin to plead with The Cuban who thinks the sea and the puke and the rain is sort-of par for the course and looks at me in much the same way that any action movie hero would look at a sidekick who said ‘Rather that shoot the bad guys, can we just go home and nap? I missed my pilates class and I’m feeling gassy” Which is to say he called me a pussy with his eyes.
Quick Karma, The Rapture, and You (Me)
You: A person in need of some extra Karma on a rapidly approaching day of rapture.
Me: A person in need of cold hard cash…
I think this whole rapture thing is going to work out for everybody.
More Robot chas
Talking to ZoeOnAOL back when she was cool. Talking to yourself makes you crazy, what about talking to a non-sentient robot?
What’s a Robit?
This picture doesn’t have anything to do with the article. The article is about me fucking with chatbots. The picture is a grim look at our future.
A little bit of lovey dovey poetry for you.
A sleeptime princess drolled out my name through a haze of fading life I cast her out into the world of dreams to be predator, lover,wife She raised an arm, gesturing in my way blinked her eyes shut and, then tried to smile I placed a solemn finger on her lids and left a fleeting…