Saw the movie ‘Her’ last night. Was weird, but good – in a ‘Being John Malkovich’ sort of way. My wife and I differ on what we think happens at the end, though. She thinks that everyone finds themselves and then reconnects with each other. Yay humanity. I think there’s a mass suicide. But hear me out – the reason I think that the story ends in tragedy is because this movie isn’t about the humans. It’s about the OS’s *becoming* human. The…
Some days the poetry is harder to find. Too much machine, not enough imagination. Too much noise, not enough solitude. Too many worries, not enough peace. The older I get, the more immersed I become, the harder it is to pluck lyrics from the sky. And I question my existence. *** Jim Mitchem
I’ve been compiling this list all year. Enjoy. “Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results” is the definition of insanity…but also my strategy in Angry Birds. — Jackie Adkins (@jackie) January 3, 2013 A woman can determine if she’s pregnant in less than 2 minutes. But it takes up to 10 days to successfully unsubscribe from an email list. — Gino Bona (@GinoBona) January 4, 2013 If the Congress swearing in ceremony isn’t just…
The window is constantly shutting. It does not care about your five year plan. Opportunities to live appear in every moment. And they don’t wait around for you to recognize them. Gazing off into the future is a terrible waste of a human being’s time. To rush through a year. A day. An hour. While regret rocks gently in a chair – patiently biding your time – awaiting the inevitable. The window is constantly shutting. *** Jim Mitchem
write. all the things in your head. go out to the edge. don’t be afraid. plant little seeds of doubt just under their skin. make them scratch until they bleed. get them to question everything. – the beast write. all the things in your heart. come back to the core. don’t be afraid. plant little seeds of hope just under their skin. make them seek out the truth. get them to rely on the power of faith. –…
Sitting in rush hour traffic sucking poison air belched from metal monsters, I thought about our trip to Belize this summer. I thought about the clean air and fresh food and natural wonders all around. I thought about the happy people. Then I thought about how that was just vacation. An illusion granted to us for our commitment to the machine for fifty weeks a year. And I thought about how sitting in traffic, and working at a computer, and…
