Elon Musk recently fell from grace in the public eye. After years of overpromising, underdelivering, and mildly questionable behavior, he finally crossed the line by supporting Donald Trump. This was the final straw for many, who had previously enjoyed his products. Tesla owners, who predominantly live in large urban cities which lean left, were particularily vocal.
Are you satisfied with the current state of social media? I know I’m not. Endless feeds of content that entertain, elicit a chuckle, or make me angry all leave me feeling empty. This mental masturbation is algorithmically facilitated to waste as much of time as possible.
Have you ever noticed two small bumps on the road, spread apart a few feet? So small, so inconspicuous, they’re easy to just roll over. But these pneumatic tubes are there for a reason.
Nothing good comes easy. I would argue that nothing good comes without pain. The best things in life are hard. They are cruel and cold, like the Cascades that greet me. And like climbing a mountain, each precarious step could crumble below you. Yet, these are the things that make us feel alive, that make us human. But they are also the things that can hurt the most.
I’ve long been a fan of the Dune saga. From it’s commentary on power and religion to its personal vignettes on drive and cunning, the series stands as a precient allegory of our own world.
Yesterday, a former coworker called me. I hadn’t worked this job in over a year, and I hadn’t spoken to her in months. Yet, she called me. The question was simple, cordial. Asked and answered.