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! :)
Can we talk about the Internet in general for second? The people seem the same, the places seem the same, but the nature of the Internet itself… What is happening there?
I couldn’t resist doing it again. So, in the tradition of finding synchronicity in disparate mediums, please enjoy the latest installment of my insanity. Warning: Explicit Content.
If you like what you read, feel free to share. Basic Rules: Be civil. We are all people and deserve respect. That’s a hard and fast rule, by the way, it is not optional. Other than that, anything goes.
One of the most awe-inspiring artists I have ever had the delight of stumbling upon, Kishi Bashi’s live performances are always charged with electricity. His unique combination of symphonic composition mixed with modern looping technology creates a sound unlike anything I’ve ever heard. This is my favorite performance of his, and I wanted to share it to celebrate the gorgeous Spring weather upon us.
It’s no secret that millennials are constantly seeking validation. Oh wait, I phrased that incorrectly. That actually is a secret.
I recently read an article about crying that brought to light an old point I’d cooked up. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to reframe feminine traits that the patriarchy has vilified. The subtle inculcations of at a male-based society can seem quite benign at first, then dastardly pernicious.
I‘ve apparently been behind the curve lately. The Amazon Dash button was released, and I just found out about it last week. Everyone I spoke to had heard about it, so I have no idea how it had passed me by.
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 whole Internet seems to be obsessed with Pokémon Go. While I am loath to weigh in on this matter myself, I think it’s important to make a few notes of the phenomenon while it’s still happening. I know you’ve all been *anxiously* awaiting my thoughts, so without further ado, here they are.