in my better moments, i could charitably be called a word rotator. they
certainly run loose in here
"in here" being "my head"
enough.
old papers
the classes that got me through my senior year in engineering school were two
humanities electives, taught by the eminent william germano. the intellectual
stunts i pulled for him (and, let's be real, for myself) are artifacts of a much
earlier me, but i think this writing still basically holds up.
these papers
are also the first real manifestation of my now-ubiquitous visual style,
including baskervaldx.
4000 Words on Death & the Distributed Self
this was mostly an excuse for me to make myself uncomfortable — and then way more comfortable — with my particular brand of "afterlife." death is, apparently, decided by committee.
Respect for the Body & Mechanical Beings
if you've ever described yourself in computational terms… you'll surprise former routledge publishing directors if you admit to it.
perceived time
this is a thing i wrote a long time ago with my dad that had us excitedly scribbling equations with chalk on his soapstone countertops.