Year: 2015
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: butting out :
Digital technology has wiped out traditional forms of communication and replaced them with fancy, new electronic devices. This isn’t sentiment talking or nostalgia, it’s harsh reality. Take payphones, they’re history. Although you can, with persistence, still find a few relics languishing in weird, godforsaken places. Whether they work is another question. Cursive handwriting, that’s on the…
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: on addiction :
You know what’s kept me away from drugs? Fear. I’m a chicken and a weakling. I’d be no match against the euphoria and bliss of narcotics. What I’d be is a freaking stoner, an instant junkie. Alcohol wasn’t a threat since I don’t like the taste, except for vodka and tonics. They’re a perfect summer cocktail. Hot toddies with Jack…
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: the expiration :
At 3:51 this morning my upstairs neighbor began stirring. No, not stirring, crashing. No, not crashing, either; setting off a loud, discordant, unrelieved cacophony. You see, noise pollution is her vocation. She has a fervent, God-given talent, this woman does, for straining furniture and floor joists and rebar to the thunderous brink of implosion. Only…
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: buried in the fine print* :
Like most everyone on the planet, I rarely read the fine print. Also like everyone on the planet, I know I should. But, egads, it’s so little and there’s so much of it, plus it’s dry and formal and dull. My eyes roll back in my head at the thought. In typography, small text is…
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: a thanksgiving what if :
I was stopped behind an ancient red truck with rust holes so spacious I could’ve stuck my head through them. Stickers and decals abounded, loudly proclaiming the joys and manliness of bow hunting. My first thought was: Ted Nugent’s in town? My second thought: ew. Then an interesting notion sprang to mind: what if we…
the whirly girl 