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Palliativity 176: Pop Love 2012

Posted on December 27, 2012

The Year the World Ended 😉


Palliativity 175: Viral Meltdown 2012

Posted on December 20, 2012

Count-down to the Apocalypse

Meme's just want to have fun… and take over the world.


2012 – Enter the Dragon

Posted on January 2, 2012


… and we shall look back on these days as a Renaissance.

I can feel the moon pulling me to go out beyond the break-wall as we stand at the brink of the next great adventure in human capabilities.

I hope that this year will be remembered as a time of celebration rather than that of defeat. I hope that we have the resolve to create more than we destroy and to live rather than simply fear to die.

I have faith that we can accomplish this, each of us together.


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2011: life hits back…

Posted on December 15, 2011

"Will the circle be unbroken
By and by— by and by?
In a better home awaiting
In the sky— in the sky?"



Palliativity 112: Jump-Cut — The Lost Decade

Posted on December 31, 2010

Jump Cut

We are Generation Jump-cut the abrupt change of tempo; the endless burst of disruption.

We are captivated by the fast flicker in the mirror.

Without lift, we ride onward on pure momentum. The promises of endless possibility in the shadow of the past millenium.

We are the sophmore slump.

Where did the good go?

Embrace the Collosus in the corner: Welcome to the End of the Oughts.

Jump-cut: Continuity is not the goal. Rhythm: communication lost in the fall.

We are Atlas's cigarette-break, the bang-brushing unreadable shrug.

Like the single-geared track-bike, we un-invent the wheel.

We are the Roadwarriors of Goodwill; Vintage without the Vantage.

Y2K+X=Then. Analog turns to Digital.

Our war is syndicated before the bodies go cold. Terror is knowing what only could have been...

We have outgrown the old gods and harvest the blood of titans; a greasy fingerprint on the face of a world dug hollow.

This is my 1080HD Resolution.

Jump-cut— don't think too long. We are the break-beat, one-two punch to the soul.

We are malapropism misfits flash-mobbing at the end of the rainbow. Though distant, we are in constant contact.

Through viral memes we see the face of god.

Don't blink. It's already over.


Here's to tropes and new beginning. Here's to toasts and winter nights.
All I ask is that we keep spinning, and give us each our chance to-

Fight the Future, Save the Past





Jump Cut


The Lost Decade