When the protection racket fails to produce a beneficial outcome Huey Newton is a bad boy, a hard case, a tough guy. It was kind of the point, and how he got his name. The problem is, he’s so disruptive that we had to kick him out of the house for…
The Man Beneath The Beard
The tricky nuances of visual identity and personal expression I lost the beard yesterday. The whole thing. Kaput. Gone. Adios. Sayonara. I went upstairs with a long, grey beard, and when I came down, it was gone. Just some stubble in the shape of a beard, like the shadow of an…
Stories I Tell Myself
A few years ago, I came across a story that has stuck in my mind ever since. It was about a small-town newspaper in Alaska.
The Reason You Need To Be Making Art Right Now
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering; these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love — these are what…
The World Burns While I Wrestle With A Chicken
Say It Loud (Black And Proud) There is an Eastern European proverb that goes something like, “The village is burning and grandmother combs her hair.” I’ve seen several variations of this attributed to multiple European countries and cultures, from the Romanians to the Greeks. Sometimes it has to do with war…
The Moral Failure Of Using AI In Your Art
The moral ascendancy of the Luddites and why you should resist AI in your work and life with ecclesiastical fervor In the early days of the 19th century, highly-skilled textile workers in England revolted against the industrialization they rightly believed would replace them with the introduction of machinery that required only…
On A Scale Of One To Ten
I have a high tolerance for pain. I’m not saying I feel any less pain than others, although that’s entirely possible. I mean, how would you know? I don’t know what you feel, and you don’t know what I feel. Maybe it actually hurts you more than it hurts me.…
When The Sun Is Out And I’m Still In
I feel guilty when the sun is out, and I’m still in, but there has to be some sort of grace period during which this is acceptable.
Fat Fingers And Toes
Since Christmas of last year, I am down 60lbs to about 205 lbs, which is incredible to me in the first place. I could probably stand to lose another 20 lbs, maybe more, but I don’t want to look like I’m dying of some sort of wasting disease. I should…
The Tao Of My Rage
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