"More than anything else I do, I don’t show up."
The artist that does not ask for a person's eyes, ears, and heart, is one that easily becomes just another weirdo in the din.
To My Future Political Slanderers: Fuck You Oh boy. I am so psyched right now. I want to share my excitement with you. Someday, maybe a couple decades out, I will beckon to the call of public life, and may run as a politician (...you know, once my syphilis kicks in, my brain lesions, and... Continue Reading →
#BoycottTims On Media Literacy, Slacktivism, and Resiliency So why are you boycotting Tim Hortons today? Is it because they aired ads by Enbridge? Or is it because they pulled those ads? Or are you the usual mass of morning commuters I see every day, at the five Tim Hortons in my city, who don’t really give... Continue Reading →
Some ambling post-psychedelic thoughts on social media & how it has made us all into sound-bite excitement junkies, among other things.
He’s reaching out as far as his virtual arms will go. Every social media platform, dock, station and page, every identity that personifies the man, the complex organ that touches a glass screen and makes huge worlds inside his own head. He is far from home, he is far from himself, he is distant from... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, when I’m frustrated with work and feel aimless in career-mode, I fantasize that someday (when I am old enough to grow a salt-and-pepper beard) I will have the balls to shirk my workday—and I will live out my fantasy as a catharsis counsellor.Because everyone needs catharsis. If you think you don’t, then you’ve either... Continue Reading →