My neighbour set off fireworks, I ducked for cover. A new year begins.
One of the more disheartening aspects of cancel culture is it is my generation that is doing it. We, the vanguards of internet connections, the children of the 80s, who grew up with Commodores and Apple II's, decided we should police speech. We agreed when twitter delisted. We shaked our fists to #metoo. We said … Continue reading Oh fuck, we’re burning books
The thing about buying weed in oka is you really don’t know what you are getting. Today it really is a mystery. As in mysterious mix, $5 a gram. As in I am poor or under employed. This holds some appeal. Stretching the dollar. No name chips and questionable weed; distractions have never been so … Continue reading Smoking the question mark
How a war is fought when the people don't like it. Or, why greater powers now control the news. Every war after Vietnam has been in exercise in carefully controlling the message the public receives. You can't report the story if you aren't there to see it. The powers that be decide where the journalist … Continue reading History Lessons. Low-IQ Troops in the Vietnam War
If writing is rewriting, I need to get faster at typing.
We're chilling. I'm with beer. He's with conversation. The best times are there.
Three cameras have a history Old school TV cameras. What the iPhone 11 Pro alludes to. BTV Cameras from history The iPhone 11 Pro camera And the final design from Jony Ive. The three camera setup on the iPhone 11 Pro. Photo credit I have a iPhone excess. Iphone XS cameras. Photo credit I'm now … Continue reading The iPhone 11 Pro camera
The clouds indeed partied. A beautiful day at the camping.
I remembered I wasn't a poet. Ot a writer. Or a has been. Then I remembered I was never was a something something. Then I remembered I'm not that person. Fuck the words. Fuck that. And then has no meaning. And then there was no more. I lied.
Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing?