Loving Machinery
"I can't believe you kiss your car goodnight," - Shania Twain
"I can't believe you kiss your car goodnight," - Shania Twain
After four+ years of publishing with Planksip, the media company has been sold to SOOP Media. With the changeover, I’m migrating my writings to my new platform — Resonant Services. In the meantime, I’ve been sharing much more on Facebook, and I’ve noticed something interesting: nearly 75% of
Where π meets φ — and time bends space into a spiral
Reasons to consider travelling...
A symbolic letter sent to Russian institutions, offering peace through language recursion.
Beyond the Training Data
Hate speech is the fire alarm of language, signaling not just violence of words, but violence of mind. And in the anonymity of the online world, we become little demons, electronic whispers from hell, unaccountable and free to spread our alphanumeric filth."
Humiliation as a Soul Anchor ⚓ We’re taught to treat humiliation as a wound — something to avoid, hide from, or erase. But humiliation can also be an anchor point. A fixed moment in time where your awareness folds back on itself and you catch the feeling instead of just enduring
Since the dawn of history, people have claimed divine inspiration. From Moses to Muhammad, from Paul to Joseph Smith, scripture has been presented as a channel for God’s voice. Christians believe the Bible was written through divine inspiration. But since its final words were penned, has anyone else truly
...butchered languages, timetables, drafty corridors, and waiting benches. Hissing steam, whistles, engineers, track changes, new words, passing friends, grammar, counting to ten in any foreign tongue, windmills, Spinoza, glasnost, Anne Frank, Michelangelo, Czars, Marco Polo, Putin, Charles de Gaulle, perestroika, Rasputin, Stonehenge, Berlin Wall, francs, Swiss cheese, Pamplona bulls, Pisa,
In 2006, only 300 Westerners were granted entry into the DPRK. By some strange twist of fate, I was one of them. It began in Beijing, where we nervously slid our passports across a bar table to two British men we’d never met before, hoping they’d return them
Why is E=mc^2 squared? Why not cubed?