Author: dtpennington

  • The Ghost of The Living

    The Ghost of The Living

    • Riffs on: Naps

      Riffs on: Naps

      The collection of notes about taking naps. A work in progress.

    • …this is your brain on drugs

      …this is your brain on drugs

      Less oxygen, more heat, less thinky.

    • Eight Brown Liquids

      Eight Brown Liquids

      Friday Night. John gets to town and we hit up the wood fired pizza place. It’s busy and the people watching is prime. I think my pie should have spent…

    • 6 Months with the Boox Palma

      6 Months with the Boox Palma

      Since day 1, e-reading hasn’t exactly been easy. There is always some kind of chore that stands between where the books are and where you can read them. It’s gotten…

    • Planned Life

      Planned Life

      Words about Alex Shakar’s “Luminarium”

    • The Lost Art of Reading

      The Lost Art of Reading

      Some notes and such from David L. Ulin’s The Lost Art of Reading

    “They say when you meet someone who looks just like you, you die.” p.Wish, The Doppleganger “No one makes themselves; we all make and unmake one another.” Naomi Klein, Doppelganger Going through Naomi Klein’s Doppelganger, something I snagged from the library purely because of the subtitle “A Trip into the Mirror World,” I was opened…

  • The Age of Information, The Aging of Information.

    The Age of Information, The Aging of Information.

    • Riffs on: Naps

      Riffs on: Naps

      The collection of notes about taking naps. A work in progress.

    • …this is your brain on drugs

      …this is your brain on drugs

      Less oxygen, more heat, less thinky.

    • Eight Brown Liquids

      Eight Brown Liquids

      Friday Night. John gets to town and we hit up the wood fired pizza place. It’s busy and the people watching is prime. I think my pie should have spent…

    • 6 Months with the Boox Palma

      6 Months with the Boox Palma

      Since day 1, e-reading hasn’t exactly been easy. There is always some kind of chore that stands between where the books are and where you can read them. It’s gotten…

    • Planned Life

      Planned Life

      Words about Alex Shakar’s “Luminarium”

    • The Lost Art of Reading

      The Lost Art of Reading

      Some notes and such from David L. Ulin’s The Lost Art of Reading

    Some thoughts on James Gleick’s The Information. “The alphabet is like a contagion – both the virus and the vector of transmission in and of itself.” Back in the “learn to code” days – a phrase shot off in mean spirit by anti-intellectuals to journalists and academics who were loosing their jobs by the thousands…

  • The Explosion and a Persistent Challenge of Discovery and Appreciation.

    The Explosion and a Persistent Challenge of Discovery and Appreciation.

    • Riffs on: Naps

      Riffs on: Naps

      The collection of notes about taking naps. A work in progress.

    • …this is your brain on drugs

      …this is your brain on drugs

      Less oxygen, more heat, less thinky.

    • Eight Brown Liquids

      Eight Brown Liquids

      Friday Night. John gets to town and we hit up the wood fired pizza place. It’s busy and the people watching is prime. I think my pie should have spent…

    • 6 Months with the Boox Palma

      6 Months with the Boox Palma

      Since day 1, e-reading hasn’t exactly been easy. There is always some kind of chore that stands between where the books are and where you can read them. It’s gotten…

    • Planned Life

      Planned Life

      Words about Alex Shakar’s “Luminarium”

    • The Lost Art of Reading

      The Lost Art of Reading

      Some notes and such from David L. Ulin’s The Lost Art of Reading

    Artists tend to not stop making things, even if the thing you remember them making isn’t around anymore.

  • Riffs on Paper

    Riffs on Paper

    • Riffs on: Naps

      Riffs on: Naps

      The collection of notes about taking naps. A work in progress.

    • …this is your brain on drugs

      …this is your brain on drugs

      Less oxygen, more heat, less thinky.

    • Eight Brown Liquids

      Eight Brown Liquids

      Friday Night. John gets to town and we hit up the wood fired pizza place. It’s busy and the people watching is prime. I think my pie should have spent…

    • 6 Months with the Boox Palma

      6 Months with the Boox Palma

      Since day 1, e-reading hasn’t exactly been easy. There is always some kind of chore that stands between where the books are and where you can read them. It’s gotten…

    • Planned Life

      Planned Life

      Words about Alex Shakar’s “Luminarium”

    • The Lost Art of Reading

      The Lost Art of Reading

      Some notes and such from David L. Ulin’s The Lost Art of Reading

    It’s like when you buy clothes: if you find something you like that fits well, buy it in every color. But here, if I find a paper that really sings I’ll stock up however I can.

  • July inside of July

    July inside of July

    • Riffs on: Naps

      Riffs on: Naps

      The collection of notes about taking naps. A work in progress.

    • …this is your brain on drugs

      …this is your brain on drugs

      Less oxygen, more heat, less thinky.

    • Eight Brown Liquids

      Eight Brown Liquids

      Friday Night. John gets to town and we hit up the wood fired pizza place. It’s busy and the people watching is prime. I think my pie should have spent…

    • 6 Months with the Boox Palma

      6 Months with the Boox Palma

      Since day 1, e-reading hasn’t exactly been easy. There is always some kind of chore that stands between where the books are and where you can read them. It’s gotten…

    • Planned Life

      Planned Life

      Words about Alex Shakar’s “Luminarium”

    • The Lost Art of Reading

      The Lost Art of Reading

      Some notes and such from David L. Ulin’s The Lost Art of Reading

    It’s been muggy as hell this year. It feels unreal. Still, folks are out trying to make the best of it. “My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is June, and old age is August, but here it is, July, and my life, this year, is July inside of July.” Rick Bass