Turning 15 Years Old
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
Note from October 2014: Google Me was the precursor to Google+. With the latest discussion surrounding the end of the web [http://www.wired.com/magazine/2010/08/ff_webrip/all/1], and now the end of the telephone number [http://techcrunch.com/2010/08/28/phone-numbers-dead/], I returned to speculating about the shape of Google Me and the future of the Internet. I still believe that the way Google Me will be used will eventually be that of a content generator [/blog/2010/7/12/why-google-me-is-n
> It was all just starting to feel too much like an eating disorder or like academic mania — being preoccupied with thoughts you don’t care about, compulsively seeking information that is at once overwhelming and boring, soliciting the approval of people you don’t know, relying on your own anxiety for stimulation. Alice Gregory, Ornament of My Might [http://bluefugate.tumblr.com/post/841565843/new-life] As I sit here, staring at my growing number of unread articles in Google Reader (437 at la
As I mentioned in a previous post, I have finished reading The Primal Blueprint [http://amzn.to/2qQy8jX]. It’s an incredibly easy read to get through, as the writing style is conversational and the layout is straight forward. One could skim this book by reading the chapter summaries, check out the appendixes in the back, and be well on their way to making the change to a primal diet. While reading several blogs about the primal diet, I decided I would run a quick experiment for myself to see ho
A journey always has a beginning and an end, a home and a destination. [http://isolation.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/100_3128.jpg] On most of the modern trips, there is a sound track that follows us every step of the way, whether it’s a few albums or the whistling wind through the trees with a few birds singing. The trip up to the Dawson City Music Festival is quite the journey that makes you feel like you have climbed up and down a mountain, or gone for a long stroll at an easy pace, or just
We are still a solo being, but we have collected together in multiple tribes, with connections between the tribes being apparent to others, or only to ourselves.
In the Immersive Age, information is always there for us, and the amount of information is behaving like a volcano.
An urban-hermit. Seems simple enough, right? I suppose the OED would have a definition along the lines of, "A loner living in a city environment who tends no...
I read [this blog entry](http://www.rushkoff.com/2005/12/business-is-good.php) - written by Douglas Rushkoff, a mainstream journalist/writer, and it's made m...
A few months ago, I came across a [website](http://www.changesurfer.com/eventhorizon/index.html) which expanded on the ideas found in the author's book [Citi...
Last Friday, I checked out a new bookstore. I found myself staring at the self-help section and looking through the titles. One title really stood out to me: Introvert Advantage
A few days to go until the New Year and before I even set down some new year's resolutions to accomplish, or even think about them for that matter, I feel be...
There is one thing in my life that frequently embarrasses, or would embarrass me if I ever were to admit it to anyone I know. I love young, conservative women. Even more accurate is that I love young, conservative business-women. Why is that embarrassing? Because I’m a left-leaning, socialist-anarchist, pro-choice, pro-gay, believe in the separation of church and state, and pretty much every other stereotype out there (except I don’t smoke marijuana or drink wine). You would think I’d be attr
In the beginning, there was me. And I stared up at the world and said nothing. I saw a hot nurse and said nothing. I sat on the floor in my house and stared at the television, stared at my mother folding laundry, stared at the dog running around, and said nothing. I watched people walk around on two feet, sit down on a couch, watched the dog run on all fours and lay down. I did not move. Until one day I moved from a sitting position, onto my hands and knees, and started moving around. There was
I've always been socially awkward in my life. I never talked until I was nearly 4 years old.
Tonight, several things have been revealed to me by close friends, some things that they felt couldn't be shared with other people they knew. This made me st...