My grandfather liked Louis L’Amour novels and John Wayne movies. He had a romantic image of the American frontier, and I remember him having a specific fixation on strong cowboy camp coffee. He was certain that these men boiled their coffee into a black tar that they then drank, and would conjure this image almost every time he was served a cup of coffee he deemed too weak.
There’s a new content cop in town.
Reflecting on what I’ve learned after two+ years of apartment container gardening.
My relationship with computers and music is complicated.
Where is my mind? Way out, in The Structure see it swimming.
Sports have always provided a window into society at-large. What does the reaction to athletes with bionic or biochemical differences tell us about existing privilege and power? What should we expect for the future?
Boomers be like, “Yeah I play cyberpunk video games”. The cyberpunk video game: Bithell Games' Solitaire Conspiracy.
Stand up and shout McDonalds!
I’m here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
This is like some kind of Ghost in the Shell Suicide Squad and I am here for it.