War not only ravages the body. War savages the family. War kills the future. War assassinates the now. A soldier’s widow was forced by the United States Military to not only fight for her right to her dead husband’s sperm, but she was also pressed to dig into the muck and mire of a rigid military system that was unkind to the living remnants of a fallen body. Kynesha Dhanoolal won the battle, but lost her war.
Are we only our DNA? Or is there more to us than just blood and guts? Can the essence of us live beyond our lives and into the horizon of others?
Two recent stories about The Suicide Heart and a Craving for Fried Chicken lead us into the realm of the uncanny.
I have a beautiful, old, writing desk I use all day every day.
Notice I said “writing desk” and not “computer desk” because there’s a big, scarring, difference between the two that you shall soon learn.
You and I know blogging is a job — and a genetic obsession — and now, thanks to The New York Times, everyone else knows blogging is killing us all.
We are all disposable. The longer we live, the closer we move to the trash bin.
As we age, and become less than we were, technology strives to keep us alive, to help the heart keep pumping and to keep the skeletal architecture of us strong and the impulse of our muscle twitching.
There is nothing worse in the world than moving a blog from one publishing platform to another.
I am presently oozing pain and suffering rivulets of blood loss today as my Urban Semiotic blog suffers against a threatening weekend of technical support inaction and un-styled blog content and borked URLs.
I don’t know if cellular phones cause cancer or not, but I can share with you an experience I had many years ago with my BLACK Motorola StarTac cellular phone.
When I had my cellular phone problem — in the early 90’s — Motorola was the king of phones. There was no better purchase you could make that would give you greater sound, resonance and connectivity.
We live on the web and we give up our lives to the technological edge we get in the manic high of discovery and meaning. That effort carves away bits of us in the process of propagating our hopes and yearnings into the ether for a response and a sharing.
We know the end of humanity is upon us when the “Porno Video Awards” are given international cable television propagation on the Showtime network.
What is the purpose of giving light and air to the disgusting and degrading underbelly of humanity when real stars like Tracey Ullman deserve our rapt attention and devotion?
As we live and die and publish and perish on the web together, it is never a delight to be told your work is suddenly missing from publication.
I was informed yesterday that my article, “Urban Semiotic Articles Deleted from Google?” had gone missing from my Urban Semiotic blog hosted on WordPress.com.
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