Category: Musing

Trying to understand the enormity of life, at least in this moment.

  • A decade ago, I realized that I would not be the person with 1,000 Facebook friends first, or if ever. All of the sudden, I go from easily ignoring the faces from my past to a nostalgia trove of connections that I could not longer forget, unless I opted out. FOMO to the max. Flows of data…

  • Does anyone who grew up with landlines and no cell phones sometimes feel like building a digital identity is a strange pursuit?  As much as I peripherally read fluff job seeking articles that tout building a personal brand is essential for surviving in this moment, to connecting with others, to getting a job, I can…

  • I found this after I posted the 9/11 blog entry about remembering the smell.  It was in an old Creative Loafing my roommate had sitting around.