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Now, I have spent the holiday season locked up, locked out and over there, but my strangest holiday was Thanksgiving in the orphanage. My grandmother wanted to name me Dudley Dwight. Thank God that didn’t wash, but if the truth be known my grandmother was the anchor of our family. After her passing my brothers and I moved quickly from being mere children of divorce, to hyper-speed dysfunctional, to the hard landing of becoming wards of the state. This change of status was accompanied by all att… Continue

If I could small talk, I could have been a contender. The web is,by and large, small talk. A never-ending, ever-changing cocktail party, with guests and crashers hurrying in and out,ready with circuit-thin dialogue diluted by its temporal nature. There’s the boisterous, the breathless, the swells and the wall-flowers, chattering past each other in the pretense of exchange. There’s fans and zines and pamphleteers, and porn and tech and torture. There’s lists and bots and links and lies, eye can… Continue