Learning To Write Again

Sometimes you just got to write. Just pound on that keyboard until the words flow out easily and the ends of your fingers hurt. Sure what you are writing might not be anything anyone would ever read or relate to but at least you wrote it. At least the potential for someone to read and enjoy it exists. At least the words are out there. Sure they may not be the best words or perfectly …

The Common Episode 8


I love coffee. Which is a funny thing to say. I wonder if I am elevating coffee to the place of something that could be worthy of actual love or if I am degrading love to the point where it could be accurately applied to something that could be described as roasted fruit pit water.

Coffee is a weird drink. It is bitter and most people like it with cream and sugar but if you get rid of the cream and sugar and just drink it black eventually your taste buds give up and start liking different parts of the bitter drink. Kind of like your tongue gives into Stockholm syndrome.

Coffee also delivers caffeine to the brain which is pretty neat. See it can trick your brain into thinking that it is not tired. Literally you can be exhausted and caffeine comes along and is like. Nope you are actually fine. It is one of those things that makes me wonder if we can ever truly know how tired we are.

What is a Discovery Engine


Modern-day search engines and social media platforms have strayed from the ideas that originally made the internet, its content, and the people that saw it as a medium, so great. To understand the internet as a medium you must think about art. When we think of mediums we are thinking of modes of expression. Paint, dance, photography; these are all modes of expression. They are other things as well but it is undeniable that despite the utilitarian aspects of paint, and photography they still remain mediums.

The Cathedral of The Mind


I wish I could remember… What forest it was, what person made the quote, the exact words, but I think the best I can do is the following… “I made purple tea from the pine cones. I slept on a bed of leaves and shrubbery. I awoke, light piercing the canopy. I clung to the top of trees, while storms swept through and preached to me with rain and wind. In the cathedral of this …