Tag: manifesto

  • A Personal Manifesto for 2024

    A Personal Manifesto for 2024

    • 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

    Forget Resolutions. Long Live the Manifesto!

  • Notes On: The Manifesto

    Notes On: The Manifesto

    • 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

    The first draft of every manifesto comes from a place of fear, anxiety, frustration – a position of “fuck this.” A single event – bad traffic, an asshole boss, an absurdly horrible day – and the pressure is let off. The gas burns, the rant begins. Most people rant, rave, have three glasses of wine…