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IRONJUDEN WAS HERE >_

The old posts survived the migration: dead links, outdated opinions, strange Internet debris, and all. History is more useful when you do not quietly rewrite it.

ENTER THE IRONJUDEN ARCHIVE >_

  • [:ghosts in the signal:]
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    [:ghosts in the signal:]

    There are weeks when the universe desperately needs an editor. This was one of them. Dolly Parton. Tim Curry. Peter Cullen. Three people who occupied completely different corners of popular culture, gone almost at once. And somewhere between seeing the headlines and performing the now-standard ritual of checking whether the Internet was lying to me,…

  • [:we brought tools:]
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    [:we brought tools:]

    We Were Never Cynical. We Were Paying Attention. Everybody is obsessed with generational labels. Boomers killed the economy. Millennials killed napkins. Gen Z can’t look up from their phones. And Gen X? Apparently we just wandered off somewhere in 1994 and nobody bothered to file a missing-person report. Which, honestly, tracks. We are the middle…

  • [:still here:]
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    [:still here:]

    Apparently I’m back. I’d say I’ve been away, but that makes it sound like I spent the last few years somewhere pleasant, possibly with a drink in my hand and no access to Microsoft Teams. Instead, there was COVID. Hell of a vacation. A lot happened while this place was quiet. The world caught fire,…

  • [:once upon a time:]
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    [:once upon a time:]

    in light of my feelings on moving to New York, i found an old poem I wrote many years ago about my feelings on a city. it feels only right that I post up some more.  maybe it’ll help remind me of who i used to be and help me figure out who i want…

  • [:for the times they are a-changin’:]
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    [:for the times they are a-changin’:]

    I’m not even sure why I’m writing again.  I’m not even sure why you are reading.  Hell, I’m not even sure what day it is. I guess that’s the blessing and the curse of being an insomniac; all the days and nights run together as one like a cacophony of city traffic at midday.  I…

  • [:dont believe everything you read, act now time is running out:]
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    [:dont believe everything you read, act now time is running out:]

    I used to like Sunday mornings. When I was a kid, there was nothing more exciting than the Sunday comics. They had their own section, and i could sit at the table and eat my breakfast in glorious full color print. I didn’t care what they were- 3G, Mary Worth, Ziggy. But then I got…

  • [:teach a man to make fire, he’ll be warm for a night. light a man on fire, he’ll be warm for the rest of his life:]
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    [:teach a man to make fire, he’ll be warm for a night. light a man on fire, he’ll be warm for the rest of his life:]

    Faith is not something I often talk about. Raised Jewish, spent eight years in Hebrew School to learn a language that requires you to either have the flu or be congested, I socialize mostly with Atheists, Agnostics, Buddhists, and the occasional Satanist. Hell, the Mormons once tried to convert me. I had to tell them…

  • [:this is not the world you deserve, but the one you let happen to you:]
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    [:this is not the world you deserve, but the one you let happen to you:]

    So I was watching Demolition Man the other day, and as I watched, I began to realize that besides being a horrible movie, the parallels to what was happening in my life (as well as the world around us) were very striking. In terms of the background; It’s a 1984-esque society, complete with a Big Brother…