My Collected Writings on history, science fiction, philosophy, and women.
“A better class of people,” as Aaron puts it. There’s no garbage to be found on the mountain – maybe the occasional wrapper that fell out of somebody’s pocket, but that’s quickly removed by another hiker. Decency and openness in all of the faces you see. People who have the gumption to commit to such an exhausting hike, and whose physical bodies – while not necessarily ‘model-skinny’ – are in solid form.
“Confessions of an Online Hustler” a step-by-step set of instructions on how to become a “professional blogger”. Make no mistake: blogging effectively is a lot of work (even if you can do it in your underwear), and there are no short-cuts to success. If writing is just a hobby for you, don’t even bother, but if you are thinking about writing on a professional, or semi-professional basis, then this is the book for you.
Ain’t it funny how the left and the right talk past each other? Liberals think that “Capitalist” means crony-capitalists; that’s not what Conservatives mean by the term. This mis-communication isn’t a bug, it’s a feature.
…and entering it into a contest to earn a grant from the Telus corporation. Short version, I need your support: Telus will be awarding 5 films with grant money, based upon which one receives the most votes. I’m asking that you spend a minute of your time registering on their StoryHive website to vote for my film, Lust in the Time of Heartache. Long version: I think you’re going to like this film (and yes, upon completion it will be available for free online). Note: if you prefer, I’ve uploaded an 8 minute video which essentially the same as this...
A reading of W.F. Price’s translation.
The hell with ’em all, and let God sort it out. Seriously; obsessing over this broken world will do nothing but drive you crazy.
On Tinder: a handful of carefully chosen photos define the person. Not their written self-description – not the full-movements of a person in motion, existing in time – but the still-frame snapshots. The pure, distilled ego. An archaeological artifact of a dead civilization. Any connection to the inner self is ephemeral at best.
Does the realization of the meaninglessness and absurdity of life necessarily require suicide? ~Millenial King, “Aurini and Nihilism: A Reaction“ Enjoy the Decline. I remember the first time I ran across that particular catchphrase; a somewhat-popular blog, with a black/orange aesthetic, run by a man whose call-sign was as witty as his prose. After reading for a some time, I started a blog-war argument with him – some minor point of contention, to explore the ground upon which we agreed. Dialogue followed, and not long after that, friendship: my good friend Aaron Clarey – the Captain of Capitalism. It’s struck...
Virtuous action does nothing but aid and abet the enemy; an enemy focused just as much on murdering you, as they are on committing suicide. Participating in this culture is not virtuous – but refusing to participate does nothing constructive, neither for you, nor for a civilization which caught a terminal illness 225 years ago.
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