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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The old posts survived the migration: dead links, outdated opinions, strange Internet debris, and all.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 >_

  • [: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…

  • [:here i go again, on my own:]
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    [:here i go again, on my own:]

    There are two increasingly useful postures for dealing with modern enterprise technology. The first is a certain kind of Gen X feralness: a deeply ingrained suspicion of anyone who tells you the future has arrived and you need to get on board immediately. The second is anger. Not screaming-at-the-clouds anger. Not Twitter outrage. Not performative…

  • [: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,…

  • [:gee, i’m really sorry your mom blew up, ricky:]
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    [:gee, i’m really sorry your mom blew up, ricky:]

    jesus, it’s been almost a year since i touched this thing.  then again, given the advent of the twittersphere/facespace/tiktok/whothefuckknows it’s not like i need to wax ad infinitum when clearly limiting my brain to 140 characters or a cat video will do. here we are.  again.  i felt the need to do it this way, if…

  • [: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…

  • [:today we teach poodles how to fly:]
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    [:today we teach poodles how to fly:]

    Lie when you have to, lie to anyone you want to if you think it’s necessary, but never lie to yourself. For that way lies madness. We are vicious, self-serving, and at times blindly stupid animals. The only difference between us and a pack of ravenous wolves is that we are capable of convincing ourselves…