Reveries of Starvation – Proust, Melville & Donuts
by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Blog I spent a large part of my teenage to early adult life starving myself, to various degrees. My memory around these […]
Tips For Better Conversations From Celeste Headlee
by Carl Kruse Apologies for the click-baity title though no click bait here only notes from a Celeste Headlee TED talk in Savannah, Georgia on how to have better conversations. […]
On Walking or Psychogeography
by Fraser Hibbitt I started walking because there was nothing else to do. Walking, I had found, was one way to disperse those sobering complaints of everyday tasks, leaving blind, […]
Music, Memory and the Cloud
by Hazel Anna Rogers My father will often, upon hearing a song from his youth, be able to conjure up when exactly in his life he first heard the song […]
Happy Birthday Bitcoin
by Carl Kruse Twelve years ago some guy (or group of people, nobody knows) called Satoshi Nakamoto, published an 8-page white paper called “Bitcoin: A Peer-to-Peer Electronic Cash System,” giving […]
How To Name Your Band
by Carl Kruse So you have put together a band but no idea what to call it. You also are uncertain what to name your new album. Nor are you […]
Neurosis in Santorini
by Hazel Anna RodgersI think in the past I had quite a stressed personality, quite erratic and meticulous without much room for spontaneity within my rigid regime. I still enjoy […]
A Poem by Monica Korycinska
by Carl Kruse My friend Monica’s mom ended her life following years of chronic pain and Monica penned this poem for her. At first I thought Monica had not titled […]
A Few Words on Coleridge
By Fraser Hibbitt There is something lovable in the cursory brain. I had read Virginia Woolf describing the poet, Coleridge, as ravenously talking for hours on end about anything his […]
Look to the Skies – The Enduring Connection of Bird to Human
by Hazel Anna Rogers When I was younger, my family and I would drive around eighteen hours every summer to the south of France to meet with my mother’s family. […]
Poems by Otho Campbell
Here are some poems from my friend Otho Campbell. As he did not title them, I follow the way Emily Dickinson poems are labelled, which is to say by the […]