Transhumanism: How I got there. I always knew I was going to have to go to extreme measures to be a normal person in the world. I was raised without that core of love in me, the thing that draws one to people instead of repelling one from them. I had abandonment issues, ego issues, […]Read more "Transhuman(-ism?), Stanford, and me."
“The combat compliment. I hadn’t heard of this until researching this blog article. I like it – it’s not-quite-oxymoronic, like spite sex or cheese and peanut butter sandwiches.”Read more "Stanford sports for people who do(n’t) sports. An aside about a sportsballer."
For once, Christmas reminded me that I had roots, rather than that they had been pulled out.Read more "On travel, Christmas, and people."
I somehow managed to get into Stanford in 2011 as an adult transfer student after planning, to quote 27 year old me, “to get a scholarship to an ‘Ivy league’ school,” (later adapted to Ivy League or Ivy League-esque when I didn’t bother applying to any Ivy League schools) while attending Pikes Peak Community College in beautiful Colorado […]Read more "Casting the Renew spell"