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First, a Thank You to Steemit and Steemians I would like to say that Steemit was the catalyst for me moving into writing in any kind of a vocational aspect. I have always written, but it wasn't until I

I read an article in the Wall Street Journal yesterday about how the movie "Crazy Rich Asians" was flopping in China. I thought that didn't sound surprising , as is it typical American fluff.

I am doing lots of electronic/crypto housekeeping and one of the things I wanted to do was reset my Steemit master password. I had reset and saved it a couple times and had a few passwords lying around,

After much need slate wipe al la this guy : I am moving back into writing daily, and I'd like to return to Steem as my chosen medium. Just wanted a pulse check from the boots on the ground.... Have the

Economics and springtime In a plump verbal package. Smells like Maine in April Yet confounds me every year. I never know what to do with Bulbs. Are they self actualizing or is my labor needed? Non-linear

And who could blame you? Artificial intelligence and the human desire to expand infinitely into space are the most tedious subjects second only to our desire to blow each other up with intense photon beams

I am allowed to be happy, and I am. It is not my sickness infecting the hearts of bigots; Sparkling eyes, filth Dripping from their smiles. It was not my brute force which fenced off the commons, and Made

Sometimes you look at your suffocating student debt in biology/chemistry. You look at years of championing for empathy and reason. Your life unfolds before your eyes, and what is left standing is a shitpost

Ready Player. Why games? Such a waste of your life, hours on nothing. nothing. "You could be mastering so many real world things with the time" I see the outside view. Pity the immaturity Chide

As an infant she cried. For she thinks she’s dying every time she sleeps. The world: Not tiresome yet, Not something from which she needs Respite, Not something to destroy with sockets locked tight. Years.

In-game economies are big business. Specific resource acquisition can get real-world grindy, and not all players have the same goals, so trading is a logical next step. Each player is drawn to different

Two blocks from the beach. 5 minutes to sea But we make concessions. Salmon pink tub Old caulking And rugs. The vaulted ceilings are spacious yet little unseen munchers Sprinkle trails Betraying their

note: I don't take selfies in general and I've never taken a 'sexy selfie' , or body selfies etc, and holy shit its hard. You can see my hand is in it but it is not adding to the attractiveness of the

How did we get here? Find out by reading part 1 Entrepreneur. The word conjures images of business suited investors, tech geniuses or industry titans. Trailblazers who are iron-clad in their perseverance,

One, Five , Two thousand A quadrillion? Numbers are extensions of our perception. We chase numbers because it's something Solid. A raft in an enormous sea, That has incrementally become a cruiseliner.

Into the abyss. Then Back into the fray. We gnaw our way. Caterpillars Driven towards change, Always towards change. Our range is wide, But when we tire It's back into the abyss Then Back into the fray.

Asian islands. Soon, Very soon. I imagine being completely lost In foreign language Foods New friends. The seeming loss of intelligence that Poor communication creates. Everyday soaking wet and salty Brown

Old bones, As old as math, or Older. Like chaos. Our nature is order, Self organizing atoms Yet our soul Is RNG'd Out of the ancient soup. So, We play out of the depth of our bones Wriggling within our

War Whoops in North Dakota We are all connected. Warriors sisters We don't want this, "Winters are tough enough" we say. Boys ready to die Grown men Play 'I'm the boss of you'. Apparently that

I started a micro-economy with my younger sister, starting sometime around when I was 9 and she was 5. She is very good at organizing, always had her chores done and was generally a neat child. I am textbook