I don’t get the flight that I needed to get, because I tried to standby it and it turned out to be oversold anyway. So, I’m still in SLC. Next soonest attempt opportunity: Wednesday, it looks like. Meanwhile, I was supposed to go out with my sister tonight for her birthday, but it’s a raincheck there, too, since we couldn’t get last-minute tickets for a play at Hale Theater. Uh-oh! A night with nothing to do! I dye my hair a nice, bright red, have a fizzy mineral water, and watch some television. Oh yes, there is also a slight homepage update.
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§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)