It is not a pleasant thing to watch the spread of truth. The truth crosses the landscape, half an angel and half a zombie. The truth crosses the landscape looking like a hero to some and a devil to many. The truth lifts some people up and dances with them and the truth sucker punches Read more about I Don’t Know…[…]
…The Tyranosaur doesn’t obey any set patterns… The essence of chaos. It [chaos] deals with predictability in complex systems. The shorthand is the ‘Butterfly Effect’. The butterfly flaps it’s wings in Beijing and in Central Park you get rain instead of sunshine… I’m going too fast, I did a flyby… ..Tiny variations [that] never repeat and vastly Read more about Children of Chaos[…]
…And everybody fucking hates poetry. I heard this line in ‘The Big Short’. Nobody saw it coming. Nobody ever does. Let’s just ride the wave. I’m making money man. There can’t be an end to THAT. Denial ain’t just that river. I watched the movie with some trepidation, but having seen how it all happened, Read more about Truth is like Poetry[…]
5/17/17 I wrote a letter to an old friend on my blog. It was basically a ‘Dear John’ letter to my friend Jack. Jack Daniels to be specific. I originally wrote that letter when I was in Rehab. Since then I’ve bid adieu to a few other friends. There was my friend Luke. He died Read more about Dear Jane…[…]