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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

– Jack Kerouac
young girls playing with plastic ponies

A lesson in letting go…

By Family

In the far northeast tip of Minnesota, about eight miles out from the small town of Ely, there lives a wretched old barn that defies death… and gravity. The crumbling wooden beast opens its mouth to a sort of storage zone for…

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SeekIng uncoMPLication
by any means necEssary


All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.

-Khalil Gibran
flat Mario

UX ponderings

By Gaming

Gaming has been part of my life since I figured out how opposable thumbs work. Before Playstation, Xbox, Super Nintendo, and Sega came good old-fashioned Duck Hunt and classic Mario. I couldn’t even guess at the number of hours, days, months I’ve…

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Kody dog running towards camera on a green landscaped lawn

Kinetic Type

By Creative Writing

Script so far: (narrated by my dog, Kody) On September 4, 1985 2:42a.m. and 53 seconds a yellow beast of the cat species, whose purrs are the same frequency as a diesel engine (26ps), mewed in the alley of Park Avenue, Minneapolis….

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