Somehow, I manage to be simultaneously a bit of a Pollyanna and a bitter realist. One might call the philosophy that has allowed me to keep my equanimity around the election “Disaster Zen.” What is behind my adoption of Disaster…
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ENTROPY magazine published my flash essay, “There is no main mixtape,” today. In those days, the apartment building was a railroad, a locomotive, three stories on an echo-chamber alley, the echo my new adulthood, adolescence a pocket door sliding into…
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