Bangkok changed the way I think about cities. In its neon streets, crowded temples, and layered history, I discovered what urban texture truly means—and why some places stay with you long after you leave.
A reflection on my daughter turning 16 and how she continues to grow.
A year of change, road trips, shared meals, and learning to be present. From Yukon highways to meditation cushions, this is what 46 taught me about showing up.
Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
I think through obsession, necessity, cellphones, email, and how modern technology can start to feel less like a tool than a dependency.
I reflect on Changesurfer, transhumanism, FM-2030, and ideas about technology, relationships, and possible futures for humanity.
I wonder what history might have looked like if ordinary people had always been able to preserve their thoughts through blogs and media.
I share late-night thoughts on new music, iTunes downloads, Beck, Louis XIV, and the small thrill of finding songs through Pepsi caps.
I explore abstraction as a way of seeing, where art, beauty, language, and perception can either clarify or distort the world.
I wrestle with how we judge art and music, and whether calling something garbage says more about the work or about our own limits.
I argue that art has lost some of its wonder as criticism, judgment, and overanalysis crowd out direct appreciation.
I question whether new media formats and consumer technology are solving real needs or simply feeding the demand for constant upgrades.
I gather older notes and short essays from before this blog, including stray thoughts on politics, capitalism, disease, and daily life.
I call for a burst of creative energy, urging poets, writers, musicians, and artists to share ideas and make something new together.
I reflect on how quickly the world changes, how global awareness reshapes responsibility, and why modern life can feel more selfish.
I define what being an urban hermit means to me, from solitude and city life to work, theatre, and choosing a quieter routine.
A first-person introduction from me, covering early life in Canada, theatre studies, a move to Syracuse, and the interests that shaped the blog.