HELLO INTERNET HATES STAR WARS

OK, that might not be true, but Hello Internet really did not like the movie Rogue One, and I need to make sure that everyone in the world knows that I did not appreciate this episode of Hello Internet just about as much as they did not appreciate the movie. They've let me down just as much as they say Rogue One let them down. I really did not leave this episode with a good feeling. They really missed the mark here.

SUNBURNS AND VIOLENT TIMES

OHMYGOOSH IT IS SO NICE TO HAVE A WORKING LAPTOP.
Damn this is so nice. The laptop is from 2009, but damn it's nice. It's so gently used - I need to get a hard case for this thing so it doesn't wind up like my last one:

Where did THAT come from?

Donald Trump is now the president of the United States of America. As much as I'd like to believe my favorite people - that this country will be fine - I'm not so sure of that. I'm terrified not just because of Trump's move into the White House - but because I'VE MADE FUN OF HIM.

I FOUND THIS IN YOUR KIA

I'm working at a car rental agency, and I've decided to write this list, this list of things that I've found in your car. Things that aren't valuable enough to keep around, but things that I'm making a list about anyways. You won't find any of these things in the lost-and-found bin, because they're not there. I've kept a few of them around to remind me to get around to this article, so if one of them is yours, tell me about it.

"WE'RE NOT SAVING THE WORLD"

Apologies for the delay in this post. I accidentally deleted everything that I had written and had to redo the entire post. All of it. Now it's a lot shittier than it was before, but what the hell, you have to use the cards you're dealt, right? FUCK! I hate windows! I want my mac back!

BACKTING

My break is probably over.

JUST SOME STUFF

THIS IS JUST SOME STUFF I WROTE ON BREAK
I'M STILL ON BREAK
WHICH IS ACTUALLY A FULL-TIME SUMMER JOB
TO PAY FOR MY JOB.

DAYS ARE SEPARATED BY A "/"

Games played by men are war and death. I wish I was a better writer. I wish I had the constitution to perform admirably. But all that I am doing now is writing on napkins… words to keep my mind alive for the moment. Words to keep our enemies at bay. Words that filter through my soul like cannon fodder.

OUT OF THE OFFICE

I will be out of the office for a while. Where am I going? I do not know. You do not know. We do not know.

I will be out of the office for a while. It is unfortunate, isn't it? It is unfortunate that I will not be here to answer the raging queries posed by the fuckloads of fuckholes and fuckheads in real life.

I will be out of the office for a while.

Have fun in my stead.

MY CUP OF TEA?
THE FUTURE IS UNCERTAIN

I'm enrolled for classes at Everett Community College for Fall. I'm hoping for the best. Ilyana Dayan said something to David Axlerod the other day that surprised me. She said that it is time for Jews - and Bibi's foreign policy arm in particular - to stop expecting the worst in people and in life. That Bibi was a stereotypical Jew. I'm not Jewish, but I can deffinetly incorporate that advice into my own life. Be more optimistic about the future. To not expect the worst.

#TFI

#ThisFuckingIsland

ON BULLSHIT AND NOAM CHOMSKY

This is a response to an article sent to me by one of my Political Science professors. None of this should be thought of as a scholarly approach to any of this. This is just how my brain works.

THE THROWAWAY

The first thing that you see when you land is the 1970's Ford pickup truck with ten young soldiers in the back, carrying large caliber fully automatic weapons.

MY RESTING BITCH FACE

Have you ever seen a movie with some kid and some dude, the dude takes the kid’s arm and starts slapping the kid with it, asking him “why are you hitting yourself, why are you hitting yourself?”

THE INTERNET HAS A SOUND

There is this sound that the internet makes.

THE THREE TYPES OF NEUTRALITY

I was listening to a podcast today called "THE PUB" from an organization called Current, and on this episode New York University professor Jay Rosen @jayrosen_nyu makes the claim that National Public Radio, NPR, is loosing trust with its listeners because it chooses a position of neutrality when there are clearly issues that it should take a stance on as an influential public media empire.

FOR QUANTUM AND 80

Mimi,
There are many things that I need to explain in response to your email:

COBALT AND JUMPSUITS: INTRODUCTION

Freedom is at the best and the worst of all times merely the luminescent illusion created by an imaginative political strategist in an age long since skimmed over by those not interested in the lessons of history.

 

THE SOUTH END EXCERPT:
THE SLOW TRICKLE

Excerpt from my upcoming novel, THE SOUTH END

SO COLD

You were cold last night. Your familiar warm embrace felt unusually distant, and the soft contours of your arm felt... devoid, null, withdrawn.

THESE FUCKING MUGGLES

I am the aim of a thousand individual voices ringing into the unborn stillness as rage and fury. Enraged at the night, fury piercing the truth of empty vessels. These idolaters and the raunchy sickness that flows within the normal... the Muggles.

REVISED:
MY RIFLE AND MY TRUMPET

These are the sounds of my rifle and my trumpet

THE SOUTH END EXCERPT:
BROOKLYN PARKER

The following is an excerpt from my upcomming novel:
THE SOUTH END.

COMPLETELY RANDOM

The clouds tonight are really amazing.

I'm laying here and I'm looking at the moon shining through this thin layer of cumulus clouds.

ON BEING ONLINE

This is about being online in our digital age.

RACKS

I wrote this poem over the summer while working in the staff kitchen as a dishwasher at Camp Pigott Boy Scout Camp, in Monroe.

GUEST POST:
WHAT INKHARES IS, AND HOW TO THRIVE THERE AS AN AUTHOR


BY MICHAEL HAASE

Michael Haase is the author of The Madness of Mr. Butler, winner of the Nerdist/Inkshares Space Opera contest and writes for Renderosity Magazine.

ON ZEN AND WAR: THE CONCLUSION

When I joined the United States military in the summer of 2011, it seemingly contradicted every solid foundation of my upbringing.

ON ZEN AND WAR: PART THREE

Zen is this thing where when everything is going right in life, the universe is at peace. But that's not exactly it, is it? Everything is a hard concept to understand, after all.

ON ZEN AND WAR: PART DEUX

I was put into the Catholic Church at a late age, when I was around nine years old, but my sisters were even older. By that extent, we were put into Sunday School as well.

ON ZEN AND WAR: PART ONE

My father was a hippie. A sex-crazed, baby-booming, stateless, transient, hippie. He was like this for a great many years. On the outside, this was all that anyone could see: the hippie with the huge beard that lived in the school-bus and occasionally got free food and drinks from the locals by impersonating Che Guevara.

RE: DO WORDS HAVE POWER?
NOT A COMPREHENSIVE REVIEW OF KRAKEN PODCAST.

As today marks the Tenth Anniversary for Twitter, I thought I'd share something at least semi-Twitter related.

NOTE: THIS IS NOT AN ADVERTISEMENT AND KRAKEN IS TOO FUCKING BROKE TO PAY ME ANYWAYS, HOWEVER, IF ANYONE DOES WANT TO SEND ME MONEY CLICK ON MY CONTACT LINK IN THE MENU. I'M ALSO BROKE AF RIGHT NOW AND COULD REALLY USE IT.

JUST THESE JUST MITES JUST MIGHT... MIGHT JUST BE JUST.

Apathy is the enemy of the republic. The 2016 primary election has become the ultimate authority on all things blunderous in America. And in our inspired states of distress, this republic has become a playground of vicious raptors with an audible malcontent. It’s ugly. It’s bizarre.

LAND

The forrest is a place where a man might go and loose himself. The cascading beauty of the earth flows fourth sometimes - but most often only for those with the eyes to see it, and the ears to hear it, and the will to know it.

AMPERSAND

THE FOLLOWING IS AN EXCERPT 
FROM MY UPCOMING NOVEL: THE SOUTH END.


“Have you ever lied down in the grass on an indian summer’s day, stared up at the trees without leaves, and thought that the branches were scratching at the sky?”

WAITING ON A BOX

In the edge of space, at the edge of time, and at the edge of a small cliff that never ends, a man stands in desperate haze...

ANOTHER NEWSLETTER

My inbox has another newsletter in it.

I LOST THAT BAKERY JOB...

LOOK.

I know you guys are expecting some more artistic blog posts, and don't you worry, I'm writing one right now on why I FUCKING HATE NEWSLETTERS...

(I'll link it when it's finished. Right... here.)

But for now, just a quick update on my life in general in the last four weeks:

MORE RIBBON... FINALLY.

I should think that it's quite abundantly clear that this blog isn't my primary function these days. It used to be, back when it was on Wordpress... but that was a few years ago.

THE LEAPING LEOPARD: SOMALILAND...ISH

NOTE: this is a copy of the article that I submitted for review by the Oxford Society of International Relations in 2016. Interesting anecdote: I wrote the majority of this on the top bunk in the billets at Camp Murray while in training for a new roof-mounted humvee weapons system called the CROWS.

When I was given the opportunity to submit a draft for SIR on the particular region in the Northeastern corner of the boomerang that you call “Somalia” – the region itself is called “Somaliland”, and we’ll touch upon why I just called it a “region” and not a “country” just then – I was hesitant.

THIN PAPER NAPKINS

No man is an island... is a fucking lie. No man an island... who ever came up with something as pathetic as that?

WORLD BUILDING

Dull drums pound

echoes of carbonate