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All My Writings Went Away, Twice

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All My Writings Went Away, Twice

I have always scribbled down my thoughts. I have spiral notebooks, bound journal books, loose pages, notes on train schedules, websites, etc., and they are all over the place. This wasn't always the case. When I was younger, I kept everything in a single folder or computer. But

Maybe You Should Apply To This School

Distrust Of Authority

Maybe You Should Apply To This School

Growing up I fell into a trap that many kids do. I was an only child with parents that, when I was young, hoped that I could make a life better than they had. Now, they were not great parents. In fact, looking back, they were terrible. However, I was

Exploring the Concept of the Wingratch: A Futuristic Wearable Device

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Exploring the Concept of the Wingratch: A Futuristic Wearable Device

In the mid-2000s, I stumbled upon images of a Seiko prototype bracelet utilizing e-ink technology, and I was immediately captivated by its potential. Here was a device that could display information with minimal power consumption, revolutionizing the capabilities of digital watches. However, my imagination soared beyond the confines of a

Jeremy Got Beat Up Then Lied

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Jeremy Got Beat Up Then Lied

It was a hot fall day and the bus was a bit quieter than it usually was. There was no air conditioning on the bus and even with all the windows opened as far as they were allowed to be opened it was still hot in the bus. Mario was

A Paper Airplane Like No Other

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A Paper Airplane Like No Other

I remember loving to make paper airplanes as a kid. You start with the simple standard one that folds the page in half the long way. Open it up and make your triangles. Then fold those triangles in half. Then you fold out the triangle in half again, but this

The Change in Things

We think our thoughts are a linear process They are ours to control We fail to see we are subjects of time Reasons not always clear