Posts by Ryan Livingston
Greetings From Florida
Well, I’ve arrived. For those of you not keeping tabs on my recent ordeals, I’ve been in the processes of moving from New York to Florida. And, not that you have to, you can read up on the process here, here. But man, what a long road it’s been. I could tell you the woeful…
Read MoreTechnically Sneaking…
Love (and all it’s sub species) is a many splintered thing. And, no matter where it happens or who is involved, it’s weird. This is especially true when it’s reported on, and especially-especially true when there’s money to be had. Can Turn on a Dime It has been reported that the working girl community of…
Read MoreSelling the Farm III
Moving is a humbling experience (see parts 1 & 2). If ever you feel too comfortable – move. If ever you feel like you have way too much stuff – move. If ever you had the slightest feeling of control over your life, destiny and stuff like that there… MOVE! Pulling up stakes is the…
Read MoreWhere There’s Smoke, There’s Grammar
At first I thought it was a localized trend exclusive to my school. A colloquialism kept within that particular “academic” community. Then I heard it when I changed schools. I hear it at work and on the streets. The predicate, “smoke a cigarette,” is all over and is scary as hell Now I really don’t…
Read MoreSelling the Farm II
The original idea put out by John Locke so many years ago was that all humans had the right to life, liberty and property. Jefferson would later put it down as “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” Odd how parcels of land and shelters of wood got equated to happiness. Where as it may…
Read MoreTwo Years A Webmaster
A few years ago a concept entered my mind, and to this date I still can’t figure out what is was. It was the New World Otter, we all know that… or, at least to those reading this article. I remember when and why it hit my head. The humor section for the Pauw Wow…
Read MoreThe People on the Bus Go Mumble Mumble Mumble
Being one of the members of the seeming marginal demographic known as public transport commuters – and of the even marginal-marginal demographic of occasion enjoyers of public transport – it’s no wonder that I’ve made some observations on my journeys. Well, not as much observations as major peeves. 1) Stop Here on Red – This…
Read MoreThere And Back Again and There Again Yet Again – III:2
Right now I should be painting. I’m taking an oil painting class this term – I may have mentioned it. But one of the disadvantages of commuting to school is that nagging problem of not actually getting there – especially when mass transit is in the mix. I had missed my first bus by seconds,…
Read MoreSelling the Farm
It’s said that one of the most traumatic experiences in life is that of moving. Those in the younger age brackets worry about finding new playmates and a pizza place as good as the old hang out. The elders worry about finding a new job, a new rut to fall into, playmates and a pizza…
Read MoreThe No Spin Zone
If you’ve not heard of Bill O’Reilly by now, you wouldn’t be interested in The No Spin Zone. It isn’t for those who’ve been unconscious all their life. Though if you are the least bit concerned with the world around you, then by all means, continue. Bill O’Reilly is a well-known (and to some, infamous)…
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