Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Now Stopping the Killing of Facebook With Fire
The kinks having been worked out, I am officially announcing that I am over on Facebook. Please pop over and have a look if you’d be so kind. It’s a bit naked over there at the moment, but I promise it will start to look a little more homey once the furniture arrives.
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Wabbit Season
Bez and I come up the stairs from the BART station, and the first thing we see is a woman on the corner wearing a plastic rabbit mask. It’s a standard Halloween effort, with an elastic band going around the back of her head, a cartoony-Bugs Bunny rip-off. “I’m in love with her,” Bez says…
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The Last Man On Earth
The last man on earth rides his bicycle through the fog. The only sounds he hears are the chain pulling over the gears and the steady hiss of his own breathing. He is not winded, even though he has been peddling steadily for several hours. After months of bicycling, he is in better shape than…
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The Circumference of Time
I remember the year they killed a million buffalo, putting bullets in their brains and their bellies. They’d leave the beasts where they fell, let them rot in the sun, a massacre for profit and for the naked pleasure of stamping something majestic off the back of the earth. I’m told this is a thing…
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The Return of Richard Widmark
“This is where he brought her,” Bez says, surveying the room. “They traveled light, no luggage. They weren’t here on a trip, after all.” She is dressed up tonight, tight black dress, low-cut, made up like a movie queen. She had made me do the same before we left, and I feel overdressed, but it’s…
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Yesterday’s Fifth
The old man raised his empty glass in the direction of the barman, and in a few moments, the waitress had brought him another beer. “Put it on me tab, love,” he said, his Scouse accent standing out like a naked man in the Sistine Chapel, Iowa being as far from Merseyside as to be…
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Facebook Should Be Killed With Fire
Hold your clicks, at least if you’re going to be trying to follow me on Facebook. Apparently, due to the fact that Facebook is an unwieldy, poorly-designed, user-unfriendly poop machine, I have had to delete my newly-birthed page over there and must wait fourteen days for my account to be truly purged, at which point…
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Ego Boost
“I am so far behind on all of my projects,” I say. “It’s really just sad.” “You need deadlines,” Bez says. “A little outside pressure to get you moving.” “What did Douglas Adams say? ‘I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.’” “That’s different,” she says. “He was a…
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The Fog of Forward Momentum
This photo of Laura, found between the pages of an old book, put there by me what..? Almost twenty years ago? Placed in between pages 180 and 181 of Little, Big, a John Crowley novel. The page numbers don’t matter, I think. I wasn’t using it for a bookmark, after all. The photo paper is…
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Pardon As I Squee
I am all giddy and silly today, and I blame it completely on the folks over at IndieInk.org, who have through secret ballot and the reading of chicken entrails voted me as the winner of the March 2012 IndieInk Writing Challenge Editors’ Choice for my little story, Alpha and Omega. I am the woman who…
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