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When The Well Runs Dry

September 29, 2010

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Today in The New York Times, Felicity Barringer writes: LAKE MEAD NATIONAL RECREATION AREA, Nev. — A once-unthinkable day is looming on the Colorado River. Barring a sudden end to the Southwest’s 11-year drought, the distribution of the river’s dwindling bounty is likely to be reordered as early as next year because the flow of […]

Thought Crumbs

July 12, 2010

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Letting you all in on a little not-so-secret. I started a blog recently, thought crumbs, that I’ve been keen on keeping on the D.L. until I got into the groove of writing it. I update every day, usually containing stream-of-consciousness spur-of-the-moment rants, brief notes on my personal life, as well as little blurbs and blips […]

Wires

June 28, 2010

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As I type this on an office Dell, shrouded by the clarity and presence of the monitor are an ever-winding series of cables. Tangled, dangled, and angled in all different manner of overlapping, this is another de facto mainstay in a world increasingly dependent on gizmos and gadgetry just to feel stimulated. Like the creeping, […]

Underlying Themes of “Red Dead Redemption”

June 14, 2010

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Who would have thought that electronic gaming would be the ideal medium for perhaps the greatest western experience since 2007’s 3:10 to Yuma? In the spiritual successor to their coolly-received 2004 western epic Red Dead Revolver the player is thrust into a fictionalized West as the gritty, hardened outlaw-turned-rancher John Marston, reluctantly forced to do […]

My Day As Typed In One Minute

June 11, 2010

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Wake up. Get dressed and go to work. Late again. Toil, toil, toil til seven—then I see Sam who tells me about her day and we go to see the Two Bees and we have fun bullshitting for hrs. Get home, try to condense my day in under a minute as experiment for my blog. […]

Fluids, Among Other Phenomenon

April 16, 2010

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People often ask me, “Why?” and they often seem to often ask that one word with a veiled contempt and indignation; usually the Why in question surrounds the usual implications that I am Totally Fucked Up. Largely that corruption is the fault of my father, who introduced me at the tender age of eleven to […]