Tag: Asheville
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Murder by Death with J. Roddy Walston
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
Thoughts and such from the June 7th, 2024 show at The Grey Eagle in Asheville, NC. What does it take for a musician to make a decent living in this always-streaming, algorithm sucking, Ticketmaster-gutting world we live in? For one, they ask for money. “I don’t have any merch,” Walston says. He’s on stage, alone,…
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Big Dumb Truck
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
The first car I ever bought brand new was a 2013 Tacoma. It was the best truck, the perfect size, and did all the stuff I needed it to do. Over the years I made small upgrades and added a topper to the bed. It was grey and inconsequential; it was one of a million…
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The West Was Always Queer
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
I’ll be straight with you, it was a lively scene. For those of you who may not yet know, Orville Peck is a bit of a hero in the LGBTQ community. He plays country western music, takes the stage in leather pants, an undershirt, and his trademark mask under a cowboy hat. The rest of…
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In The Studio with Violet – May 27, 2024
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
More exploration with the brush pen.
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The Visceral Romance
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
I guess I could take a video of this so you can see it and share it. There are a pair of brown rabbits in the rose garden doing that jump-around thing that animals tend to do in the springtime. It rained aggressively last night, so the ground is covered in pink and red petals…
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Erecting the Seasonal Gravestones
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
The world was not golds and oranges. No, those were when everything was tinted with the blue light of computer screens focused on greed.
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Notes on: The Summer Cold
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The Logic of Reading Well
The current reality: reading isn’t a priority. When newspapers were still a stalwart of our cultural hegemony, even they were written at a 7th grade reading level. After all, everyone needs to know the news. I far the average reading level is far less than that. There is the story about the woman suing because…
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The path to better brains
Write more. All the time. See what your thoughts look like on paper. Writing by hand conditions fine motor control. This can help with everything from improving synapse connections to properly fingering your partner to orgasm. Read better. Learn to read a text deeply and thoroughly. Ideally, spend large amounts of time with novels published…
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This robot will sell you a soul
Was I worried about AI “taking my job”? Never. Mostly because I wasn’t sure what it was they were taking. Oh no, is AI going to run off with all of the people who send me bottom-dollar offers through Upwork? I will say I noticed a two-year lapse of people reaching out for content and…
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Hell Hath No Fury/ Dead Men Don’t Rape
Frustration helps me make stuff, even if I have no idea where to take it.
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The Post-Election Whateverness
I tried to stay connected to the community in the aftermath of the Hurricane – but that ultimately led to hours of doomscrolling and too much social media and way too much anxiety for what I was getting in return. Of course this coincided with the run-up to the elections and before long I was…
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Togetherness and Techocalypse
I’ve had my drinks and nursed the hangover and the feeling of existential dread that I’ve carried over the past 8 years isn’t as intense as I figured it might be. Two reasons: 1) The election is over. It’s done. The process did what it does and we’re not looking at months of bullshit rhetoric.…
The drugs keep me upright and focused. Two parts Dexedrine, five parts dextromethorphan, three parts doxylamine, drink it down with some cold coffee and you’re good for the morning. It is nothing any sane doctor would recommend, but the hours melt away and the words pile up and the little checkmarks on my to-do list…