Journals

Is it just me, or do the days just keep getting looonger and looooooonger?
Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster it’s almost over. No, not winter; spring.
I don’t know why, but spring tends to be a very bad time of year for me. At the Free State Project’s recent PorcFest, a delightful event full of [...]

You know what really burns my butt?
A flame about three feet high.
— Miss Mona, Best Little Whorehouse in Texas
I have a deep, dark confession to make.
I love Dolly Parton.
I know, I know, this totally clashes with the hip kid persona I have tried (and so utterly failed) to cultivate. [...]

[editor’s note: the following post may be offensive to hippies, Christians, and people who don’t find South Park funny]
A few weeks ago, I received an invitation to attend an organizational meeting of a new “ecovillage” that’s being developed in Barnstead. I didn’t know what an ecovillage is, or where Barnstead is, but I was [...]

A few weeks ago, when I was visiting the fam in California, my mother asked, “Why do you blog?”
To which I replied, “That’s a very good question.”
Since then, I’ve been giving that some thought. Granted, I often crack myself up writing this shite (I laugh at my jokes, whether or not anyone [...]

When not thinking deep anarchocapitalist thoughts and compulsively listening to FreeDomainRadio, I work for a software consulting company, where almost all work is project-based. Periodically, as a project is completed (or “goes live” in the geek vernacular), the project manager sends out a company-wide email announcement about the successful implementation/upgrade/bilking (just kidding on that [...]

Just got back from my first trip to KKKalifornia in almost two years. It hasn’t changed. I spent the first week in the East Bay attending training for work, then spent a few days visiting the fam (which I shall not discuss as it has recently come to my attention that my mom [...]

This morning, I worked from home in southern New Hampshire. Tomorrow, I’ll be working in Ann Arbor, MI. The day after that, I’ll be working in the San Francisco Bay Area. And last week I could have worked in Dublin, Ireland if I thought I could pull it off without my brain [...]

You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. — Morpheus in “The Matrix”
As I mentioned in my recent blog entry deep thoughts, I [...]

Editor’s note: the views expressed herein are those of the heathen blogger’s and do not represent the views of any organizations mentioned

A few months back, a young man contacted the Libertarian Party of New Hampshire looking for info on how to join the party. He mentioned that he lives in Greenland. I offered [...]

It bugs me when people comment, seriously or jokingly, about how everyone in New Hampshire is white. I see non-white people everywhere, every day… at work, at the grocery store, at the mall. And despite the fact that, prior to moving to New Hampshire as part of the Free State Project, I lived [...]

…stays in grafton. Except when you invite a blogger over for dinner.
A few weeks ago I journeyed out to the tiny town of Grafton for only the second time (read about the first time here). I’d heard that several Free State Project participants had moved to this town of population

I had planned on trekking to Montreal for Thanksgiving weekend, but the need to pay my last respects to the patriarch threw a wrench in those plans. Fortunately, I was presented with a delightful alternative. A recent Free State Project transplant to New Hampshire from Rhode Island graciously offerred to host Thanksgiving dinner [...]

My grandfather turned 97 last Thursday. I had made plans to drive to Yonkers, NY to attend his birthday party that weekend. Unfortunately, he died that day, so the birthday party morphed into a funeral.
My grandfather and grandmother were the patriarch and matriarch of an absolutely ginormous, Roman-Catholic Italian-American New Yorker family. [...]

I celebrated a birthday a week ago. I use the verb “celebrate” very loosely, as, for reasons I don’t quite understand, my birthdays have a tendency to suck. Now, there are those who hate the annual anniversary of their birth and prefer to ignore them; they feel older, closer to death, further from [...]

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…I immediately contacted Stanhope and let him know I had found a venue. He quickly replied that he was no longer available on three of the four different dates he’d previously offered; Thursday was my only option. Um, OK… Thursday it is! The show must go on!! Started [...]