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Anybody can write a manifesto and there is nothing that says it has to inspire anybody. But if you are going to fill space with corporate jargon, what are you hoping to accomplish? Why would you share it with the world if you have nothing new to contribute?
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2020 Year End Review
over a year ago 13 votes
The 2020 Simulator

Let’s say you could load 2020 into a simulation that you could replay on your computer over and over. I know that sounds like torture but stick with me.

over a year ago 11 votes
The Invisible Golden Age
over a year ago 9 votes
ETHDenver: A Glimpse into the Future

I signed up for ETHDenver 2020 hoping to learn more about cryptocurrency. What I came away with was questions about the viability of, well, everything.

over a year ago 12 votes
My 2019 Year in Review

I entered 2019 with more optimism than I have ever had going into the new year. I just felt like big things were on the horizon. I was right.

over a year ago 11 votes

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Preorder My Sci-Fi Novel, Husk

A limited time, first-edition signed hardcover with bonuses

10 hours ago 2 votes
Dog Days Are On

Just some facts about pet lifespans, honestly.

18 hours ago 2 votes
Randomly right

One of the great lessons of nature: Randomness is the most beautiful thing. Every forest, every field, every place untouched by humans is full of randomness. Nothing lines up, a million different shapes, sprouting seeds burst where the winds — or birds — randomly drop them. Stones strewn by water, ice, gravity, and wind, all acting on their own in their own ways. Things that just stop and stay. Until they move somehow, another day. The way the light falls, the dapples that hit the dirt. The shades of shades of shades of green and gold that work no matter what's behind it. The way the wind carries whatever's light enough for liftoff. The negative space between the leaves. Colliding clouds. The random wave that catches light from the predictable sun. The water's surface like a shuffled blanket. Collect the undergrowth in your hand. Lift it up. Drop it on the ground. It's always beautiful. However it comes together, or however it stays apart, you never look at it and say that doesn't line up or those colors don't work or there's simply too much stuff or I don't know where to look. Nature's out of line. Just right. You too. -Jason

7 hours ago 2 votes
"Late Bloomers" in Life in Their 40s, 50s, and 60s Are Incredible

Some naive people make the mistake of thinking you can only do big things while you’re young. But these “late bloomers” showed me this is untrue.

15 hours ago 2 votes
how to be a domestic goddess

notes from nigella & myself

5 hours ago 2 votes