A Well Earned Distrust of Permanence
People stop believing in permanence because permanence stopped believing in them.
I Believe… [Bad Photos]
...that the act of taking photos of yourself is the height of vapid stupidity and unchecked vanity. I wanna see a picture someone else took of you looking like a fresh bag of shit. Then I can know who you are.
The Holy Effing Balance
A semi-poetic, unfocused, whiskey-soaked rant about the sweet spot between isms and that our choices in ideologues is a pack of false shaman preaching horseshit.
I Believe… [Micromanagers]
…that until organizations realize that treating adults like wayward children destroys morale, creativity, and basic human joy, the micromanager will continue to loom—hovering, nitpicking, doubting, draining, controlling—like the world’s least charismatic supervillain.
Hate Speech Is the New Blasphemy
In an age where every word is a potential weapon and every hurt feeling a crime scene, the loudest moralists aren’t protecting the vulnerable—they’re auditioning for the Inquisition.
I Believe… [Absence]
...that absence may make the heart go fonder but it also makes the bone grow harder.
I Believe… [Bad Decision]
...that we’re all just one bad decision from oblivion.
I Believe… [Neo-60 Minutes]
...that, if LiterateApe was suddenly put in charge of CBS, ’60 Minutes’ would features stories of divorce, masturbation, the death of radio, and farts.
REST IS RESISTANCE
The tendency for companies to burn employees to the ground isn’t accidental—it’s systemic, efficient, and, for the moment, wildly profitable.
I Believe… [Soul Sterilization]
...that technology is a brilliant liar—it convinces us we’re connected while quietly sterilizing our souls.
I Believe… [Letting Go]
...that knowing when to let go of people who have already let go of you is good. Actually letting them go and moving on is better.
I Believe… [Neo-Inquisitioners]
...that in an age where every word is a potential weapon and every hurt feeling a crime scene, the loudest moralists aren’t protecting the vulnerable—they’re auditioning for the Inquisition.
I Believe… [We’re Not Machines]
...that joy is found in the act of building something useless: kites in winter, elaborate cocktail garnishes for tap water, or a paper-mâché bust of your ex-boss. Useless things remind us we’re not machines.
The Democracy of a Thousand Voices
Why Free Speech Must Be Absolute, Why Assassination Always Fails, and Why Rage Isn’t Winning
I Believe… [The Ironic Right]
...that the irony that the Right is reveling in their reclaimed permission to say the word ‘retard’ and yet most of them are ‘tards is staggering.
I Believe… [Not My Tempo]
...that the fact that my staff sees JK Simmons’s performance in “Whiplash” as a ‘comically evil version of me’ says a lot about my approach to management.
The Left Can’t Dance If It Keeps Tripping Over Its Own Moral Shoelaces
Progressives have the best playlist, the best snacks, and the best costumes—so why does every party feel like a lecture series with snacks?
I Believe… [New Mantra]
...that my next tattoo will be something along the lines of “Expect Nothing. Hope for Everything.”
Curiosity is a Muscle to Build
Hit the gym. You’re getting soft again.
I Believe… [Manufactured Happiness]
...that happiness isn’t found, it’s manufactured—like bootleg mixtapes in the back of a Pontiac in 1985, hissing but priceless.
People stop believing in permanence because permanence stopped believing in them.