There was recently a lucid think piece in, of all places,the New Yorker, reviewing several current books touching on crime and violence in America - the place what I am in.   Many of these try to devise a plausible story about why our badness quotient is so murderously high.  As . . . (More)

 (Owed to Xaos) The Olympic Games are apparently coming to Vancouver, and since Seattle - presumably due to its putative moral superiority and boundless smugness - seems to consider itself Canadian, there is some buzz on local TV.  Mostly, there are amateurish spots hyping local athletes who are b . . . (More)

Here is a rigorous analysis of the weighty matter of rock, paper, and scissors.   In a moment of weakness, I allowed myself to consider that perhaps it is ridiculous to break a long silence with something so pointless...  until we ask:  "Pointless" as opposed to what? For those who insist on . . . (More)

  I took my seat on the bus, as bus riders do, and folded up and tucked between the side of my seat and the wall was a Post-It Note®.  I present it without evaluation or correction. 2009: it's 2009 the same old fucking story Fed Poison by our people to Protect a major company Jus . . . (More)

 I am vaguely comforted by the thought that we were all fucked into existence. (Well, most of us anyway.)Was it as good for you as it was for me? Tags: Everything ; Nothing ; Memoirs ; Whatever  . . . (More)

 I know exactly what I mean to be doing here, and I have no idea how to do it.  I want to strip all the coating off my skewed view, my experiences, what I have seen of the world and made of it.  This is all one can do with words, after all - or most of what's worth doing.  I am no solipsist . . . (More)