Don’t Trust Me
Seriously. Don’t. You don’t know me. (Well, you probably don’t. Most people who read my writings don’t know me. Not well enough to trust me.)
Seriously. Don’t. You don’t know me. (Well, you probably don’t. Most people who read my writings don’t know me. Not well enough to trust me.)
Yesterday, I met this really cool guy. He’s a scientific comedian (THAT’S A THING!!) and communications educator to scientists. He teaches super-smart, super-technical people how
Before I start, I want to let you know that I’m speaking of an ideal. A perfection, if you will, a nirvana. But it’s one
I think this is a lovely sentiment by William Golding, expressed in a loving well-intended way. That said, I could not disagree more. To suggest
If only it worked that way, right? Life would be so much easier. But, alas. We need to look for other methods. Luckily, I have
I’ve been having a conversation with a perfectly nice man. At least, he seems perfectly nice, in our online conversation. According to my FetMail, he
I spent a few hours on the Clubhouse app the other day. I realized I’d installed it over a year back, and just never really
“What is, ‘Hi, can we be friends?’”“What is, ‘Hi, could I be your slave?’”“What is, ‘Hello, do you need someone to worship you?’”“What is, ‘I
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