It’s been so long since I’ve been here that I almost forgot the uber-complicated password I constructed to keep Chinese secret agents from hacking in and orchestrating the downfall of Western civilization. Because we all know once this place goes, the rest isn’t far behind. Which is why I won’t give it up, though I do neglect it so.
I’ll write again, I will. For now, I recommend to you A.G. Harmon’s lovely essay at Image, “Best Laid Plans.”
Be well, dear readers.
This is How You Heal the Wound
The Subdivision
On the Virtues of Peeing Outside
Imagination destruction
The Things We Build
Our Love Affair With Fairs
Curse of the Greedy Copyright Holders
Boy, the Scout Handbook Keeps Changing
Ya Gotta Have (Real) Friends
G.K., Santa, and Me
How Can I Teach My Kids to Work?
Intelligence Designer
Elective
The Glass Child
Name
The Grace I Know
Coming Apart
Uninterested
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