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  • Keep The Faith

    Some of my most vivid early childhood memories are of Bon Jovi VHS tapes. Mostly I watched them. Sometimes I played with them. Sometimes I simply laid them on the floor and admired them. Those memories hit me as I started watching the new Bon Jovi docuseries. I knew they were there, I suppose, but…

  • Lex

    For my nineteenth birthday, I dragged my friends to a rock bar, and then a rock club, drank a likely obscene amount of vodka, put eyeliner on my bandmate, and moshed the night away with a big guy with a mohawk. Maybe I made out with him, that sounds like teenage me, but I don’t…

  • Wherever you go

    The one thing I wanted as a kid was to get out of my town. I hated it. It symbolised entrapment, drudgery, isolation, futility. I dreamed of running away, or being abducted, or the apocalypse coming and embarking on some barren adventure through the wastes of a scorched earth. Yes, I fucking loved Fallout as…

  • Things we cannot escape

    There are many examples of suffering in the world. Always. But, especially, it seems, right now. I don’t have the credentials to speak to most of it. But I have suffered. And I can’t gauge how much, exactly – there is no adequate metric. But I’ve suffered enough that I thought it might end me.…

  • Action!

    I prefer my words written. It lets me have them organised; at least by the time you see them. If I can’t practice what I’m going to say, I’m a bit scared to say it. Until I hear it, I don’t quite know what it’ll be. Sometimes it’s genius. Sometimes it’s madness. Mostly it’s just…

  • The right metric

    Before I quit my job I worked in data analytics. I wasn’t quite a wizard, but I could certainly baffle the townsfolk with my fine displays. I enjoy playing with metrics. So I thought, at first, I would keep doing that, at least for a while. That data wrangling would be how I made my…