November 7, 2019 · Industries
Children of the future Age Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime. William Blake This is the sickness, right here. The moment we decided that ecstasy needs credentials. That you can’t just be happy, you have to justify being happy, prove you’ve earned it, demonstrate […]
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November 1, 2019 · Engineering
As bohemias go, Perry Lane was Arcadia, Arcadia just off the Stanford golf course. It was a cluster of two room cottages with weathery wood shingles in an oak forest, only not just amid trees and greenery, but amid vines, honeysuckle tendrils, all buds and shoots and swooping tendrils and twitterings like the best of […]
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October 1, 2019 · Engineering
One RV. One of hundreds in Palo Alto. Families living in these things because rent in Disruption Town is no longer a number that makes sense to anyone who actually works for a living. State and city laws say they have to move every 72 hours. Can’t get too comfortable. Can’t put down roots. Keep moving, […]
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September 28, 2019 · Engineering
I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society. Henry David Thoreau, Walden Look at this shit. Emerson Street, Palo Alto. A driveway. And in that driveway, a lineup of chairs that looks like someone staged an intervention for ergonomic seating and nobody showed up. They’re just standing […]
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September 23, 2019 · Adventure
[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer. Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose […]
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September 16, 2019 · Collusion
Bodies defying the institutional geometry, movement carving rebellion into all that brutalist concrete and those sterile fluorescent slashes. This is what I’m talking about. This is the escape velocity made flesh. I’m talking about that electric moment when you’re three drinks deep into a conversation that matters, when the music’s so loud it rewires your […]
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September 12, 2019 · Individualism
The man built a wall that refuses to be a wall. It doesn’t keep anything in or out. It just exists, this undulating spine of sandstone crawling through grass and under trees, going nowhere in particular, and that’s exactly the fucking point. It’s not trying to be profound. It’s not begging for your approval. It […]
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