When I was ten I saved my father’s life. At least, that’s what he claims. The essay I wrote with the line, “Red, the color of blood” prompted him to…
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Image Credit: Magritte’s Atelier, Kyung Min Nam, 2004. Some days I can love you and see you. Everything is clear: you can see me too. Some days I want…
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Sometimes I don’t know if I fear because I feel too much or because I can’t feel at all. The hands of you come to me like the third person:…
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There is something about not sleeping that can make you tell many lies and many truths. In the light of the Vegas sun, what is artificial and what is real…
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OpinionForgiveness Can Start With The Follicle: On Identity Formation, Re-formation , and Perception
What can you give to me? That I haven’t already created? That I haven’t carved out for myself? I think endlessly of possibilities to form, to shape. My childhood obsession…
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ArtOpinionRandomThe Fractilian Monster: Possibilities of Failure, Forgiveness, and (re)Formation Amongst Patterns of Self-Similarity
A fractal is mathematical. A fractal is a never-ending pattern. Both of these things frighten me. To be infinitely complex, to be on continual loop no matter how the scale…
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ArtOpinionScience/TechnologyLetting (the, his, your, our) Light In: A Response to a Lecture on Color Perception
The pain is still there. But I want to use it as wood, as coals, as embers. There is always a light. — April 21, 2014 There is something about…
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Tall, Slim & Erect: Portraits of the Presidents by Alex Forman Les Figues Press, 2012 Les Figues / Goodreads Lyndon Baines Johnson once said, “The presidency has made every man…
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OpinionRandomTravelThe Poetics of Spaces: Because I Am Alone With the Desert, I Will Never Be Alone
I wrote this the morning after leaving Palm Desert, California where I had gone for three days on a solitary adventure. In the desert I had some sort of spiritual…