#writing

Guilty

namvastum

Guilty Guilty of having believed, of still believing, and hope that it is my right to exist. That Existence has something to do with this 'me'. And thus, feeling the need to beg forgiveness from all, from all the people I've crossed paths with. Confusing...

#aboutme

Who am I?

kristoyanova

Who am I? I am a serial disruptor for certain things. A follower and a pilgrim of others. I believe in becoming whole, beyond duality. Alchemy of opposites. I was born in Varna, Bulgaria, on the 3rd of April 1992. My life number is 1, and I am an Aries Sun...

#tuhat

The Human Algorithm

robotkinz

“I do not always know what I want, but I do know what I don't want.” ― Stanley Kubrick "They want you to do the thinking, the testing, the trial-and-error. Then give them the conclusion." ― Some random guru type on Substack. When I write these types of posts,...

A Beautiful Thing

michael-graeme

I leave Patterdale early thinking to get a start on the Kirkstone, before it becomes busy. It’s a beautiful morning, top down, warm. The fells are bathed in a magical light, and I’m reluctant to take my leave of them. There’s no hurry, but I keep up a...

#sci-fi

The White Space. Chapter 17 Everything went differently than planned

slwriter

The White Space. Chapter 17 Everything went differently than planned The closer he got to the border, the more clearly he understood one thing: if they discovered him, there would be no way to explain it. This was not an extra color cartridge, something he had permission to work with. It was not a material he could simply classify as a professional tool. This was something far greater. Something dangerous for the white world....

I Just Want to Work with Fucking Professionals: Tools Don't Create Professionals. They Expose Them.

jdubyou

I Just Want to Work with Fucking Professionals: Tools Don't Create Professionals. They Expose Them. I expected great things as I stood staring at my coffee machine. Coffee before a long Zoom session is a ritual I've repeated for years. It marks the transition. The emails have been answered. Slack has gone quiet. Whatever is about to happen deserves my full attention. The few minutes before a demo are my favorite. Nobody is...

#loneliness

View from home.

mer

No-one can help you in this world. Sure someone can pull you from the lake if you can’t swim or out of a burning car for that matter. But I continue to notice—I can’t help but notice by the way, that in this world with all these people—we are very much...

The Loo

keeperofsheep

The sky lit up, the people replied, “Aaaahhh!!!”. Sally and I hurried beneath, past all of it frantically in search of a toilet! The Portland waterfront was just a huge, harried bustle Independence Day. What, with the vendor markets, and the pressure-valves called cops, or “security” milling around and about, and the distant reverberations coming from the 38th Annual Waterfront Blues Festival, the whole bolt of the...

#writing

Long Days

keeperofsheep

I'm a bit uncomfortable submitting the story that's to follow, and the reason for my unease I shall explain shortly. Regardless of my reservations, I feel the story must be read, and it must be read because it is a story of a young working class man who yearned to be an artist, as written by this man in the process of testing whether he had the strength to meet that task. It isn’t clear if he ever felt he did. The story...

#tuhat

A viable alternative

sbr

A viable alternative Since starting tuhat, I've had one major goal: that tuhat be useful. For it to be like any good tool, enabling you to do more of what couldn't be done without it. While at the same time to be built on radically different principles than the status quo tech platforms that we've all become used to over the past 25 years. Those that claim to be free, all the while commoditizing every interaction you have...

#short story

Troubled souls must go to troubled places

ruthschenk

Troubled souls must go to troubled places The clouds have been building up – a coming together of moisture, vapor, and hope. The colors changed from white to beige to grey to a looming darkness that promised relief. The tension sat on the shoulders and necks of the town’s people. They hoped the clouds would let go, so they could also relax, even just for a moment. But as they thought they could smell the rain, the clouds...

#wisdom

Little League Rocks!!!

keeperofsheep

Little league evokes thoughts of early summer afternoons, young boys and girls in dirt-stained uniforms sponsored by the local hardware store and cheering happy family members! In reality though, particularly with the advent of Club sports (private, high priced tutelage for the parents of children who have fantasies of being mom and dad to the next Shohei Ohtani or Caitlin Clark), little league has become a raucous hellscape...

#philosophy

AA and God at the End of the 20th Century

keeperofsheep

I came into the late 20th century at the nadir of American industrial dominance, 1971. Both of my parents worked in Chrysler factories, and as I grew up, job insecurity and financial pressures dominated my young life, though in different degrees from year to year. 1979-1982 were probably the roughest; my ma and dad were divorced, and my mother was laid off in ‘79 for at least three years. Food stamps, state financial...

#meditation

A Fine Evening Spent With an Old Friend

keeperofsheep

“These are the writings of a very young man, whose life unfolded nowhere in particular; he had no FATHER, no country; he cared nothing for the things one cares for, and he fled from every moral law, as many pitiful young men have already fled. But so tormented was he, and so afflicted, that he only drew on toward death as toward a terrible and fatal innocence. Since he did not love women- although full of passion!- his heart...

#onethingless

One thing less – Running

sbr

One thing less – Running I've written On Running before, detailing some of the lessons I've learned over my fifteen or so years of being a runner. As part of a bigger life project of reviewing what's important to me, I've made one change. I stopped tracking my runs and stopped wearing a fitness device entirely. I never took to organized runs; I've only taken part in a couple of races. The first was a marathon that started my...

#writing

साँझ भई औ कान्हा, दरसन ना दियौ आय

tusharpandey

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published साँझ भई औ कान्हा, दरसन ना दियौ आय, बालक बिलखें भूख सों, चूल्हो न जरयौ हाय। सुनु मैया जसुमति, आइ जाउ द्वार पै, पकड़ि हाथ मोहन कौ, जियरा अकुलाइ जाय। गइयाँ पुकारें ठाढ़ी, पीवैं दूध कबहूँ? लल्ला बस तेरो नाहीं, सबहुँ कौ है कन्हाई। देव, रिखी भेषि धरि, ब्रज गलिन डोलत हैं, लीला मधुसूदन की, और कछु नाहीं भाय। हरि-भजन कहत गावत, होड़ लागी मोय ऐसी, 'ओस' बनि, गोबिंद के चरणन पखारूँ धाय। Artwork: Yashoda Binding Krishna (Damodar Lila) by Shri Indra Sharma. Image courtesy of...