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Happiness: A Question
Happiness. What exactly is it? Webster tells me it's "the state of being happy," and provides the telling example, "she struggled to find happiness in her life." From this I conclude two things: happiness is self-referential and most commonly identified by its...
Why Boredom Matters
Boredom. The scourge of childhood. At least, it used to be. I remember long drives in the backseat of the car, all the way across the country with only the horizon for company. Telephone wires that looped up and down, up and down. Static on the radio. Windows rolled...
The Good Shepherd
Jon Linton sees people. That’s what he does for a living and for a life, seeing people who haven’t experienced being seen in days, months, even years. And in seeing them, he redeems them – and himself. The I Have A Name Project was born on the streets of...
Vinyl: The Ultimate Analog Artifact
Vinyl. Is there anything more quintessentially "analog" than the LP? It's the first thing that comes to mind when we think of the term, most obviously because of the technology itself. A stylus in motion interacts with a groove to create electrical impulses that are...
Analog RX for Anxious Times
An election that could break America. A global pandemic. Fires, hurricanes, and the ticking time bomb of catastrophic, exponential climate effects. Protests, riots, polarized politics, poisonous discourse. Take your pick. If you’re anything like me and find...
What Matters is the Robe
Standing barely 5 feet tall and weighing a hundred pounds, Ruth Bader Ginsberg was the embodiment of that old adage, “you can’t judge a book by its cover.” Whether or not one agreed with her views, values and prerogatives, one could not help but note the...
Dispatches from the Apocalypse
I wake up at 2:34 a.m., and my chest feels tight. Glowing numbers from the display clock splay across the ceiling, and I turn over, determined to sleep, but there’s a smell in the air. It’s that campfire smell, nice and woodsy, only it’s in my bedroom, and...
Only Two Things Are Certain…
Tax week. Trouble has come home to roost. Days pass as I sit at the dining room table, scribbling notes and deciphering notes previously scribbled and moving piles of paper from one place to another. Consequently, here I am with very little time to compose my...
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