Category Archives: Other

post-twitter crisis

When I drink a cup of cof­fee, I don’t care about it. I expect a rea­son­able tem­per­a­ture, an inof­fen­sive taste, and a famil­iar aroma. That’s it. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to look at it. I don’t want to take a pic­ture of it. I don’t want to doc­tor a

Tumblr Rededication

Some­times I read my posts here and I think I come across as hav­ing my head up in the clouds or some­where else. If you know me, you know that’s not me, at least not com­pletely. But what am I to do? I’m blog­ging with a pur­pose (“Pur­pose Dri­ven Blog­ging”). I ago­nize over pop cul­ture

postoperative tweeting

To be fair, this post by Joel Mathis for Mac­world is a warm, humor­ous, first-person, human inter­est anec­dote on the role of social net­work­ing in his own recov­ery from surgery. I’m gen­er­ally hes­i­tant to apply a neg­a­tive tone to someone’s account of a per­sonal expe­ri­ence. I feel wor­ried by this one, though, and, any­way, it

Angry Birds

After months of play­ing Bejew­eled 3 on my lap­top dur­ing down­time at home — some­thing to occupy my hands and time while watch­ing TV or lis­ten­ing to music, because, appar­ently, those things aren’t enough, on their own, any­more — I became bored with it. I’d earned all the badges and accom­plished every­thing I’d hoped to

there’s no I in individualism

Usu­ally, I try to limit my blog­ging to music, books, TV, or (in the­ory) movies. Some things I’ve heard, read, and watched lately are con­tribut­ing to my thoughts here, but this post isn’t about those things. Instead, I’m moved to expres­sion by a vari­ety of things I’ve read online. Fore­most is a Jür­gen Molt­mann quote