When I think about unpacking writing to its constituent biological processes, or to the rules of grammar and tone that comprise it, I feel nauseous like I do when I think about what’s outside of the universe, or God, or my most profoundly embarrassing moments.
This is part 3 of an ongoing series about the Internet. Previously, I explored the positive role that social media can play in modern life and bemoaned how e-commerce has bastardized the art of writing. I don't have future posts planned for this series, but stay tuned several years from now for my Silicon Valley… Continue reading i contain multitudes of data
If I die this summer, it will be on a staircase.* So recently, my life became a giant sausagefest. For the past nine years, I’ve been surrounded by women, men who are mostly in touch with their feelings, and people who don’t subscribe to the gender binary. This is a direct consequence of attending performing… Continue reading dudes in a hurry (silicon valley culture clash #1)