Guns N' Roses promised that something dangerous was clawing at the edges of your life and about to get you. They were right, but they were wrong about their idea that the clawing thing was vice.
Fourteen years later, after more than two decades of military service, I still find myself stumbling when I try to talk to people about my experiences.
Also the most embarrassing.
From logistics to loneliness, Facebook was indispensable after my husband died.
What's it like to watch someone play a video game of your childhood better than you could possibly imagine in 1080p at 60 frames per second? It's absolutely enthralling.
My Twitter adventure this week wasn't a garbage fire. It was a burning garbage truck that crashed into a gas station — then volunteers put out the fire and my faith in humanity was restored… until the flame started up again and we realized that this fire was bigger than all of us could have ever imagined.
The rarest pleasure is having things exactly how you’d prefer to have them.
I am a 64-year-old Navy veteran of the Vietnam era and houseless in the tundra, somewhere around 65 degrees north latitude. I have been scrambling around these parts since 2013, inhabiting a variety of iterations. I live like this in protest of our consumer society.
"You might want to look into it," she said. "They used to mix sperm in those days." "Mix sperm." Once you hear a phrase like that you never forget it.
As a kid with a sensory processing disorder, a lot of things that were meant to be fun were actually terrifying. As an adult, I'm making up for the experiences I missed out on.
As you can imagine of a person willing to move to a completely new country, I have a certain amount of courage. Even so, safety, especially for black women, is more than just an idea to ruminate on in essays.
In 2018 I attempted to quantify my life — crushes, emotions, songs stuck in my head — and it actually kind of worked. It can work for you, too.
When you’ve been heavy most of your life, you can never lose the feeling of being large
Mitsubishi was forced to send this preproduction 2015 Lancer Evolution Final Edition to the crusher. We gave it one last ride.
Step by step, I shuffle forward amid the mass of bodies, waiting to get inside.
I got caught up in the hype — and then the bubble burst.
Michael Gonzales reflects on the deaths of a dear friend, and a bookworm he idolized: David Bowie.
Could Punkt’s high-design, low-tech “dumbphone,” the MP02, really help me digitally detox? I decided to find out.
If no one knows how much money I owe, or how much I have, then they don’t know me. And if they don’t know me, then I’m safe.
A Google Alert on my name has helped me wring the compulsion to "stay informed."
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