Do we choose what our interests are, or are our interests the product of our experiences? Or are we just hard-wired with a preprogrammed attraction to certain topics? I have no idea. And that is not the topic of this post. This post is about my problem. And my problem, as I have recently come to realize, is largely due to my interests. Read this one. It’s weird, and it’s personal.
Let’s revisit an old conspiracy theory from the 1990s: the terrifying mural at the Denver International Airport. Back in the day, it caused quite a stir. EVERYTHING at the then-newly-constructed airport had caused quite a stir. Looking back at the images now, in today’s American climate, is a little unnerving.
Transhumanism is the next step in human evolution, and it is already being taken. Humans are merging and will continue to merge with technology. It is no longer science fiction, but science fact. In 20 to 30 years, humans will be a very different species. What does this mean for you, a lowly service-ape? The answer will disgust you.
I remember back in my college days, sitting around with a few friends and discussing how much better off the world would be in general if they would just legalize marijuana.
“You ever been to Montana?” Stan was asking Aaron. Aaron was falling asleep in the window seat of the airplane that Stan had booked for them not twelve hours ago. From the moment that he had agreed to go on this little sojourn into the upper Midwest, Aaron’s head had been spinning.
I just had the awkward experience of having a friend come out to me. And he’s not gay or pansexual or anything like that (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Actually, he came out to me as an alien. And not just from another country, but from an entirely different civilization. How am I supposed to respond to that?
