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This has been on my mind for weeks now, this nonstop frustration over how much time I have to do things that feed my soul. I have a lot of hobbies, and I’ll try out a new one at the drop of a hat. I’ve got several that I’m very interested in, but simply have…
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Far from the paintings in gilded frames of the Museum of Modern Art and the photographic artifice of the Museum of Illusions, Convergence Station stands as a white monolith between two highway overpasses. I can rave about it all I want — you’ve heard the reviews yourself. The immersive experience, the winding tunnels and secret…
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I get the marketing appeal of compressing yourself into a single concept. It makes your self presentation easy, prompts you to lean on whatever one attribute you’ve reduced yourself to. It’s like a pocket resume: here’s me. Here’s all you need to know. As a writer, though, I recoil from that. I can certainly say…
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One piece of advice I saw on the internet years ago changed my life. It goes a little something like this: “If you hate everyone, eat something. If you think everyone hates you, take a nap. And remember, nothing you think about yourself after 9pm is true.” Its sound advice. There’s very little a nap…
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I’ve given this question an enormous amount of thought over the years, and as time’s gone on the answer’s changed a bit. Mostly because I learn about new animals, or encounter new people, or develop new traits, or encounter a furry in the wild in such an incredibly made fursuit that it makes me want…
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I have a job that would make the vast majority of the population balk. The less sturdy among us may faint. Even within my own workplace, common occurrences become sources of trauma for individuals of other departments. Because darkest gods forbid someone with a weak stomach walk in while I’ve got a human leg on…
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When the camera first caught on in society, a trend appeared: death photography. The folks who prepped the body for this trend were excellent at making you believe the person was alive. Nothing but a strange, dead gleam in their eyes gave them away. We’re a long way from hefty cameras on tripods now. My…
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I laughed when I saw this prompt. A despair-anguish kind of laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. I’m American. American born, American raised, in the American Wild West. For a while, I’d dress in my red-white-and-blues for the fourth of July and cover my ears to watch the fireworks. Indulge in a burger or hotdog from…
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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…
from the pen of icarus blake 