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We don’t outgrow the things we love, not like a plant outgrows the pot its in. These things simply fall away from us when we no longer need them. Less like a too-small shirt and more like pine needles that drop off in the winter. They can always grow back. I can always pick up…
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This is an age of polished media. I’ve talked about it before in my review of Videodrome, on how the polish often paints over the grime and devalues the time put into something imperfect. I pick apart and apart and apart my crochet projects because I’ve missed a stitch, misread the pattern, and the project…
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My first computer — the first one I have clear memories of, anyway — was an off-white boxy monitor running Windows 98 on a dial-up connection. The dial-up didn’t last long, though. My whole family had to use the internet connection, and in those days my mom was still on top of her computer science…
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Paint a picture of the American West for me. Paint me sprawling yellow deserts and blue mountains reaching to the heavens, arches of red rock and dusty ghost towns beneath stone spires. Draw me the abandoned mine shafts, the long lonely highways. I want to hear the sad twang of guitar between that night sky…
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The act of naming is strange. As a nonbinary person, I’ve been named a number of times — by my parents, by my friends. This blog itself is written under a penname, but the name I use when I publish is no less real than the names I use with my friends or family. In…
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Look upon the polished face of the internet and ask yourself: are you having any fun? When you look something up, can you find any decent answer without tacking “+Reddit” onto the end of your query? When was the last time you watched a video uninterrupted by ad breaks? Blame Web 2.0. While Web 2.0…
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I am eclectic by nature. My habit of picking things up off the ground, of taking any plant clipping offered to me, leads to a house full of curios. However, not all of those collected objects stay very long. Twice a year, I get an itch that says its too much. This urge to delete…
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|∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| ∩＿＿＿∩ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| | ノ ヽ /⌒ ) |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| /⌒) ● ● | .| |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| / / ( ● )ミ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|.（ ヽ |∪| ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| ＼ ヽノ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|_ / / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴∵∴∴ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴∵∴∴ ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴ ∵∴∴ ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|￣￣￣ I’ve been on the internet for a long time, a member of that weird in-between generation that grew up just as the old internet started to die, when forums and niche internet communities were replaced by the inexorable creeping illness…
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Starting around the age of 5, I became obsessed with dragons (and dinosaurs, of course, but these were just two parts of the same puzzle as far as I was concerned at that age). My mother, ever the supportive parent, took this enthusiasm and ran with it. Along with books like Dragonology, she also began…
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Now that the holidays are finally over, I can spend some more time with you here. I took myself down to Pueblo, spent some time with old friends to ring in the new year, and completely forgot about an assignment my life coach gave me until about an hour to midnight: pick a word for…
