He was damaged, like many of us, and had tapped into the sources of that damage just before the lyrics spewed eloquently from his mouth. The apparent pain and frustration that flowed between his words stood as proof that my assumption was correct. The content of Paranoia describes a lifestyle that Black men in Chicago are all too familiar with — and not by choice.
What if we had another option in this election? A candidate without any of the typical east coast, Washington ties? A nominee programmed from birth with the kind of temperament and intellect necessary to lead? What if we could vote for someone whom the American people trusted? What if Google ran for President?
For most of us, tax season imparts a special “wintry” mix of despair, frustration, and disillusionment.
For as long as there have been groups there have been insiders fighting to protect the cultural values of their group, and outsiders trying to join, borrow, or steal what it is that makes those groups special.
We’re back from CES 2015, and now that our retinas have recovered from the 1 bazillion super uber hi-def screens, we find ourselves reflecting on it all. Sure, we were wowed by the Toshiba Robot Hostess, inspired by Neil Young’s take on high-resolution music, and amused by the plethora of chargers that charge chargers for your charger. Yet in the midst of all this tech, what caught our eye was the sea of people and the unspoken code of behavior on the showroom floor.
What follows is our first experiment in examining our relationship with stuff, and a challenge to ourselves to buy less and buy better.
Found Fiction is a collection of quick stories about a single object that has been found on the streets— in this case in Rome. We only give ourselves 15 minutes to write, ensuring unfiltered creativity and tons of awkward mistakes.
Every so often we hit on a topic that generates an email chain worthy of sharing. This article/video from NYTimes.com sparked the following conversation…