Let’s Play a Game: Life as an Escape Room

We’ll start with an assumption: Life is an escape room – one of those games where you’re trapped in a room, and have to find and synthesize strange clues to escape (you may know it best as one of the many online game variants). This is not a new assumption. Many religions conditionally promise some version of heavenly escape after death. If you do the right things… More Let’s Play a Game: Life as an Escape Room

A Blog About Why I Don’t “Get It.” Alternate Title: Wow. Tertiary Title: Brains of Steel

Life is pretty nuts. If you just consider what’s happening, what’s going on here… this shit is WILD. I think that’s what most excites and frustrates me about being alive – the possibilities are endless and yet we engage in systemized dogshit whirlpools of offensive stupidity. Like, it’s offensive how stupid we are. But we’re also awesome. Take… More A Blog About Why I Don’t “Get It.” Alternate Title: Wow. Tertiary Title: Brains of Steel

What’s the Dream? – How We Can Maybe Suck Less

I finished a book last night. It was Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind, by Yuval Noah Harari. Did you know banks can loan ten times the amount of cash they physically possess? Our economy is a lie!! Actually, the thread that tied the whole book together (at least for me) was the potential benefit of such “lies,”… More What’s the Dream? – How We Can Maybe Suck Less

Frank’s Log IV

Alphabet soup. Tourniquet loop. Flip-flopping summer troop with Albanian ethnic roots. Did the word “diary” come from a mispronunciation of “diarrhea?” The words don’t matter to illiterates, bro. They can’t read. Tell ’em on the mountain, or whatever. If I were a spaceman, I’d be Spiff. I’d have lunch with Taylor Swift: Finger sandwiches and big… More Frank’s Log IV

Frank’s Log III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III