Musings
Stripped of "online presence", who are we? This question feels more urgent as personalized technology lulls us ever deeper into self-obsessive surrealities; social algorithms that trap us in feedback loops of self-worth, dealing just enough dopamine to keep us on the verge of feeling seen. I&
community radio
I've been trying to find a solution to the problem of social media. Over a year ago I designed a model I thought might work – a tiered networking platform that offered free functionality to individual users, paid profiles to businesses and institutions, and founder/investor shares to arts
patriarchy
I've sat on whether to write this. Is it worth the potential flack? Is it worth chafing the sacks of men who picture themselves as potential heroes of this uncertain era? The men pulling inspiration from the giants of history – the Marxes, the Lenins and Trotskys, the Guevaras
community
I was raised Mormon, and though I left the church and distanced myself from organized religion in my early twenties, the doomprepper in me never really died. I was brought up with large gardens and cold-storage rooms, small livestock and needle crafts. The earliest dreams I can remember, and
cognitive care
About fifteen years ago I casually started warning my circles that once the speed of information outpaced our bureaucratic systems, society was likely to collapse. I remember mentioning it at a family dinner as we lightly engaged in "what's wrong with the world these days" conversation.
fun theories
This is a revised post that I wrote a year ago on my other blog – I guess there's something about deep winter (and rising fascism) that compels my mind towards turning over the nature of reality. When I don't have plants to play with, I play
ruling class
I'm finished carrying the guilt of the ruling class. This mental shift came to me years ago, I think the tipping point was around 2016. I had read an article in a business trade magazine showing stats about how Alberta's urban recycling programs were sending something
freedoms
I've had Joni Mitchell's "Cactus Tree" in my head lately – as I putter around the house, managing my own little huddle of pets, teens, projects, and thoughts, I've been floating along to Joni's pristine oscillations, and when the lyrics settled