Most of this post was originally written in response to a question by my former housemate on Facebook on what Wall Street actually does. It summarizes what I spent this afternoon telling the protest camp at Zuccotti Park today. He requested that I post it on a blog somewhere, so here goes. Read the rest of this entry
Shit, there’s no way to measure it
Not everypony grows up to be a pegasus
You gotta let people be hypocrites
Count your blessin’s and mind your businessitself
- Atmosphere, “Like the Rest of Us”
If, twenty years ago, you had told me I would be voluntarily attending a My Little Pony convention, I probably would have run into traffic. Twenty years and two death-defying auto accidents later, here I am, dancing to a techno remix of a song about dressmaking with a bunch of teenagers in homemade unicorn costumes.
This isn’t as Lord of the Flies as it sounds. I can explain. Honest.
Excerpts from actual messages I have sent to unfamiliar women on OKCupid since January.
As promised, my ludic narrative paper “Massively Multiplayer Macbeth: Hamlet After the Holodeck.” It’s a bit rough in places because of the 8,000 word limit, and the bibliography is garbage because I banged that part out at the last minute, but the general ideas are all there.
Next time I’ll plan my writing and editing schedule better. If there is a next time.
(Filtered HTML and no norobots…I give it maybe two days before spambots start harvesting snippets of it to put in fake blogs. Markov chains, hurrah?)
Virtually every country in an emerging position of power has produced a document to this template at some point. Read the rest of this entry
