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Triggers
On my morning run there’s a spot that smells of a cotton field, triggering an intense memory of harvesting cotton on the King Ranch my summer years in high school. Other major associations that have...
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Orbiter View
Aged 14 and midnight I hover outside a downtown bar in Tulsa Oklahoma. I’m with a coven of Christians hell bent on conversion of the drunken damned and debaucherous. I’m terrified and sweaty,...
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Torch
When we die there are two things we can leave behind us: genes and memes. We were built as gene machines, created to pass on our genes. But that aspect of us will be forgotten in three generations....
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Llano Estacado
Morning runs bring cracked dust trails and seldom used railroad tracks. The California Sun is nowhere near as hot as the one over the New Mexico desert where I roamed aged 12. Yet, it’s just hot...
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Everything’s Gone Green
After interviews I’d often be so wound up I’d hop in a cab on Market Street and tell the driver to take me to the far side of Golden Gate park where he would drop me off and I’d walk back to my truck...
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Triggers
On my morning run there’s a spot that smells of a cotton field, triggering an intense memory of harvesting cotton on the King Ranch my summer years in high school. Other major associations that have...
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Orbiter View
Aged 14 and midnight I hover outside a downtown bar in Tulsa Oklahoma. I’m with a coven of Christians hell bent on conversion of the drunken damned and debaucherous. I’m terrified and sweaty,...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Torch
When we die there are two things we can leave behind us: genes and memes. We were built as gene machines, created to pass on our genes. But that aspect of us will be forgotten in three generations....
View ArticleClik here to view.
Llano Estacado
Morning workouts bring cracked dust trails and seldom used railroad tracks. The California Sun is nowhere near as hot as the one over the New Mexico desert where I roamed aged 12. Yet, it’s just hot...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Everything’s Gone Green
After interviews I’d often be so wound up I’d hop in a cab on Market Street and tell the driver to take me to the far side of Golden Gate park where he would drop me off and I’d walk back to my truck...
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