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Hi! I am a queer student, writer, photographer, and filmmaker focusing on developing critical theory through journalism, philosophy, computer science, history, and art.

Here on Google+ I primarily share commentary in the form of poetry, photography, essays, reviews, and more. I'm primarily interested in exploring the intersections of history, technology, and sociology as they relate to power structures like capitalism, gender, and imperialism; if that sounds intimidating, don't be alarmed, I also love cute animal GIFs too.

I'm disabled and very poor so I am trying to use my work to sustain myself financially - you can help by funding me and subscribing to exclusive content for as little as $1 a month! You can also commission me to write articles and more. If I am able to gather enough interest here on Google+ I will even create an exclusive Collection just for subscribers!

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I'm looking forward to making great things here with your help!

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Just another reason why canceling Project Ara was a big mistake.

An Open Letter to Google About the Graveyard Formerly Known as Google Calendar

Dear Google,

Honestly the public can only speculate as to what kind of horrors unfold on a daily basis at Google Calendar to prevent their developers from making a functional or consistent product. A basic redesign and inclusion of several important features from the web version of Calendar is quite literally years behind, meaning that those people paid to fulfill that relatively standard task must be bound and gagged to their chairs, forced to watch helplessly as their code falls further and further out of date - only some time-consuming Lovecraftian nightmare could explain the total dysfunction and apparent malignancy of the Google Calendar team, who could not possibly be so inadequate out of choice, and whom I'm sure would be very capable and likable developers, were they not totally consumed with fighting for their lives and have therefore spent not one but at least two or three years unable to even begin work at their desks.

We all can hope that your multi-billion dollar revenue is simply being devoted entirely to containing some kind of horrible, apocalyptic fungal outbreak, or to paying off demons who would otherwise wreak havoc across the globe, or to stopping some kind of interstellar alien computer virus which has lodged itself entirely and exclusively inside the Google Calendar code base; we all have faith that you are not actually accumulating massive profits, and spending extremely large sums on lavish salaries and expansive research and maintenance costs, only to allow a vital and very useful feature to decay absolutely without care or reason.

If and when the entire Google Calendar team is able to stop doing whatever presumably hellish thing they are doing, and actually resume working, even part-time, on the product which they are all paid very well to maintain - despite any signs of life, let alone indication that they are fulfilling the basic requirements of the job - it will be a wonderful day, and the entire world will be shocked to find that perhaps, someday, Google Calendar can only be one or two years behind, instead of three or four.

Signed,
Concerned Customer

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Checkmate, atheists.
Despite 30 years of efforts, the world’s top scientists admit they are no closer to knowing which Tetris block will show up even just 10 seconds in the future.

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"Jacobson’s discarded cleaning products, batteries, and takeout containers will reportedly have a considerable effect on the political landscape, eventually serving as the source of heated policy discussions and debates—even spurring vast movements of entire civilizations—thousands of years after everything the man has ever said or done has been erased from human society’s collective recollection."

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A #ThrowbackWednesday to when I looked really stylish and sexy in +Hacking Andover​'s own Google Glass. I miss exploring with it, even though it wasn't the most useful device for someone who has to spend most of their time sitting in front of a computer.

#GooglePhotos
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To all the people with abusive mothers, estranged mothers, deceased mothers, shitty mothers, missing mothers, or no mother at all -

To all the people who are victims of sexual assault, heteronormativity, domestic or gendered violence, and transmisogyny -

I am your mom now. I love you and you are wonderful!

#MothersDay

Photo taken by my HTC One X on Tuesday, July 10, 2012, at 8:44 p.m. in the Neue Residenz rose garden in Bamberg, Germany.
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Is there anything more despicable than the new Silicon Valley faux-spiritual bourgeois?
This article reads, at best, like some kind of sick satire; at worst, a depressing, post-apocalyptic hyperbole imagining the most horrible, self-centered society imaginable. Unfortunately, and beyond all reason that the extremely wealthy must have some degree of self-awareness and humility, this article is entirely real.

There is too much to say about what's wrong with all of this for a small post, so for now I'll just quote Percy Shelley's famous poem "Ozymandias":

"I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—'Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'”
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