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Introspection Time: MBTI Types

A few days ago I was reading something about relationships with the INFJ psychological type, from Myers-Briggs typology. Something about the description got me wondering, and I'm still wondering: am I an INFJ instead of an INTJ? Normally I test very strongly as an INTJ: Very high on Introversion, because I'm an introvert Typically fairly [...]

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2016 Warriors against 1996 Bulls…

ESPN has a set of videos where they're comparing the 1996 Chicago Bulls against the 2016 Golden State Warriors. They're talking about this while the championship series is still ongoing (with the Warriors up 2-0 against the Cavaliers), so it's a little premature - but having watched the Warriors eviscerate the Cavaliers twice, I can [...]

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Extremism

I find that I'm okay with extremism. If you want to hold to anti-Semitic views, okay; if you want to destroy America, fine; if you hate the President (whoever it is) so much that you wish something bad would happen to him or her, cool beans; it doesn't really bother me that that's how you [...]

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Accountability in Writing

I've been writing a lot lately, a trend that makes me very happy. I'm writing a fairly large variety of materials, too: poetry, fiction, even some nonfiction. However, most of it is still under wraps. I have one fiction piece that took a while to write and edit (to be published soon, along with author's [...]

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Poetry: Run

I tell myself I am not afraid Of being consumed By the thing Eating me But I am afraid Of losing my soul And forgetting Who I was Who I am And so I run Not to run away Not to run toward But to run To be To remain.

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I think that history will look back on Donald Trump's presidency and smile. That presumes, of course, that we survive Trump's presidency, which I think we'll manage; those who think we won't are betraying a fundamental distrust of our resiliency as a society, and that distrust itself is a result of that very resiliency. But [...]

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Poetry: Said

I don't know what I might have said If I had had the room To say It

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The simplest words

I was thinking of my epitaph this morning, after reading the colophon of a book I love. It struck me how different my epitaph would be, if it said "He died," with the addition of one word: "And." Both are good epitaphs, I suppose; they communicate the essential information. When I die, I will be [...]

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Changes

I believe that art has to be a source of mutation to be any good. It has to change the person who's viewing or listening to the artistic work; it has to change the artist; it has to change in form. If it fails in any of these, it's not art any more, it's just [...]

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Poetry: Alive

My tears keep falling in the middle of the night I tell myself that it will be all right Through years of ache it’s come to light They are still alive. I cannot touch them, a veil remains But is no longer the source of pain The truth, it shines, the light retains They are [...]

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