Listen to the stunning narrative of Whitney Jones, a man who struggled with losing his faith and had the courage to tell his story.
I‘ve been reading a lot about why millennials resist advertising, and how different generations have responded to it. If advertising doesn’t work on our generation, then it must have worked on previous generations. There has to be a bar worth comparing us to.
No one can hold me accountable for my power. I must impose self-regulation or become saturated in the power that I have grown into.
Austin is a diverse city with many types of people. Some new, some old. Some love the thought of new people coming in, some loathe it. This article is not about any of that – it’s simply about what we used to be able to do in Austin. I hope it resonates with you! :)
That cell phones can arrest the spread of stories that have stood for millennia is rather galling, and for geomythologists it could mean the irretrievable loss of vital information.
Our society spends a lot of time in a culture where we speak to each other silently. The difference between verbal and nonverbal communication has long been researched, but many studies still focus on face-to-face conversation. In the silent communication of IM, email, and texting, nonverbal cues are simply not present.
This link will take you to a multi-part blog that discusses exactly what it says, the Metaphysics of Morrowind. It is seriously one of my favorite blogs ever written, and if you’re a bit of a lore hound like I am, I’m sure you will soak it all up.
As the blog discusses the poetry of Morrowind, I’d like to share one of my favorite poems from the game below.
A whole World of You.
God outside of all else but his own free consciousness, hallucinating for eternity and falling into love: I AM AND I ARE ALL WE.
–Loveletter from the 5th Era
You’ll notice a comic with a Bukowski quote running along the side of this article. I read it once, long ago, before I knew what a Bukowski was or that he had such a stunning reputation for being an asshole.
In the great Internet tradition of being an asshole to an asshole, I’m going to pick on Bukowski a bit. But only a bit, I promise.
The rhythm of my body has become unpredictable. Weeks of no rest, sparse food, sparse sleep, and transitory places have left me in shambles. The dreams I do have feel as if I’m awake, and in those dreams I’m still learning lessons. My mind has no way to relax.
I love Austin, and when I first moved here, the city had a reputation for being filled with tree-hugging hippies. I have yet to meet any tree huggers, but I have met some amazing trees. They’ve got as much character as the residents!