, and at this moment we do not know how se would have been), but she would have ushered the world onward toward its next, connected, digital, equality filled phase. The opposite has happened. The US, no longer even shakes Germany’s hand.

These are dangerous global times. Those who support the current US president are blind to this. They are all too happy to celebrate the greatness of their country, blind to the fact it’s instead, quickly sliding into global irrelevancy.

Get your act together, America. And get over hating Hillary Rodham Clinton. Have some foresight. 2020, 2024, 2028, 2032, 2036, 2040... my last US election will be somewhere around 2070-2095. I truly hope the democratic process as we knew it before 2016, then exists, just as I prepare to die.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

My past is slowly slipping away from me. Sometimes it hurts, as I look in the non-literal mirror and ponder my own memories. I am starting to have my own history. I’ll be 32 later this year, after all. 11 years ago, I found myself living in San Francisco, and it was the most wonderful summer of my entire life–up until that point. Every subsequent summer since 2006, has been even more exciting than the previous, within my own life history. I have such fond memories of living in Russian Hill in San Francisco, in 2006 and in 2007. I worked in SoMa, and could not have stumbled into a more exciting or welcoming place to work, when I was all of… 20 years old. Suddenly I found myself in San Francisco, free from everyone and everything I had ever known prior, and suddenly found myself as a temporary resident of that city–which I had twice visited before, in the 1990s and early-2000s. I would often leave my house in the mornings, stumble down the avenue to Mason Street, and, if approaching, hop on the next cable car, as it made its way toward me, coming up Russian Hill from North Beach. Often times I would eat fruit on the way to the studio; apples, most often. Sometimes bananas; but it was the apples that really made me feel cool, as I waltzed down the hills to Union Square, and then onward to SoMa, everyday. I loved passing the Prada store; that in NYC, by OMA, had only opened a
, and at this moment we do not know how se would have been), but she would have ushered the world forth toward its future, connected, digital, equality filled phase. The opposite has happen. The US, no longer even shakes Germany ’s hand. 

 These are dangerous ball-shaped times. Those who support the current US president are blind to this. They are wholly excessively happy to lionize the greatness of their country, blind to the fact it ’s rather, promptly sliding into global irrelevancy. 

 Get your act together, America. And catch over hating Hillary Rodham Clinton. Have some prevision. 2020, 2024, 2028, 2032, 2036, 2040... my last US election will be somewhere around 2070 - 2095. I truly hope the democratic procedure as we knew it before 2016, then exist, just as I prepare to die. 

 Tuesday, July 25, 2017 

 My past is slowly slipping aside from me. Sometimes it hurts, as I look in the non - literal mirror and ponder my own memories. I am starting to have my own history. I ’ll be 32 later this year, after all. 11 years ago, I found myself living in San Francisco, and it was the most wonderful summer of my entire animation – up until that point. Every subsequent summer since 2006, has been even more exciting than the previous, within my own life sentence history. I get such fond memories of living in Russian Hill in San Francisco, in 2006 and in 2007. I make in SoMa, and could not have stumbled into a more exciting or welcoming place to work, when I was all of … 20 class old. Suddenly I found myself in San Francisco, free from everyone and everything I had ever known prior, and on the spur of the moment found myself as a temporary resident of that city – which I had twice visit before, in the nineties and early-2000s. I would frequently leave my house in the mornings, stumble down the avenue to Mason Street, and, if approaching, hop on the future cable car, as it made its direction toward me, coming up Russian Hill from North Beach. Often times I would eat yield on the way to the studio; apples, most often. Sometimes banana; but it was the apples that truly made me find cool, as I waltzed down the hill to Union Square, and then onward to SoMa, everyday. I loved passing the Prada storehouse; that in NYC, by OMA, had entirely opened a
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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

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gEt your act togeTher, America. aNd gEt over HaTinG hillarY RodhAm cLinTon. Have some ForeSight. 2020, 2024, 2028, 2032, 2036, 2040... my laSt US elECtion wiLL be someWhere aRouNd 2070-2095. I TrulY HoPe The DeMOcrATiC prOCesS as we kneW iT bEfore 2016, Then EXISTs, juSt aS I prEpare To die.

Tuesday, JUly 25, 2017

my paST is SlowlY slipPing AwAy froM me. SomEtimeS iT hurts, as I look in The nOn-literal MirRoR anD pOnder MY own meMorIes. i am starTing to hAVe mY oWN HIsTory. I’ll be 32 later this YeAR, AfTer all. 11 yeArs ago, i FoUnD Myself liViNg iN San fRAncisCo, anD It Was the moSt wondERfUl Summer oF mY entirE lIfe–Up uNtil tHAt poInt. EveRy subseqUent sUMmer since 2006, has beEN even more exciTInG THaN The pRevIous, within mY own LIfe hIstoRY. I HavE Such fOnd meMoRIeS Of living in Russian HiLl In San FRanciSco, in 2006 and in 2007. I woRked in SoMa, AND Could not Have STuMBled into a more eXcitiNg or welcomINg place tO work, When I was All of… 20 yearS OLd. SuddenLy I FouNd mYseLF In san Francisco, fREE froM eVeryone And EverythIng i haD evEr kNoWn prior, anD suddenlY fOuNd MySelF as a tEMporary rEsIdeNt Of tHat ciTY–which i had tWice ViSiTEd bEfore, in THe 1990S ANd eaRlY-2000s. i wouLd oFtEn leaVe my HOusE in the mOrnings, stUmbLE dowN tHe Avenue tO Mason Street, aNd, If approachInG, hoP on the NEXt cable cAr, as it made its way toward mE, Coming uP RuSsian hill From North beaCh. OfteN tiMEs I wouLd eat fRuit oN tHe wAY To the STUdIo; aPpLes, most oftEN. somEtimeS bAnanAs; but it Was the apples that reALly Made me feel cooL, as i walTZEd DowN ThE HilLs TO UnION Square, and then oNward to SoMA, eVErYday. I loved PAssInG the PraDa store; That iN nYC, by OMa, had only oPened a
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Thes e ared angero us global  t i mes. T h ose who s up port  the current US p r es i dent are blind  to th is .  T h e y a reall too ha pp y toc elebrat e  t h e gre a tness of thei r country,b lin d to t he  fa c t it’s  inst ea d , q uickly slid inginto glob al irr e levancy . 

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Tue s da y, July25, 20 1 7
M y pastis  slowl ysli ppi ng aw a y fr om me.  Sometim es it hurts, as I lo o k in the non- l it e r al mirr orand pondermy o w n me mori e s.  Ia m sta rting  t o  h a ve my own history.I’ ll be32 la ter this year , after al l . 11 years  ago ,  I found myself l iving  in San Fr a ncisco,and i t was th e most wo n d erful su mme r o f m y e n t ir e life–up unt i l  tha tpoint.Eve ry subs equ ent  su mme rsince 200 6, has b ee nev en  mo re ex c iting th an  th epre vious ,  withi n myownli fe his tory. I ha v e  suc hfo nd m emo ri es of  liv i ngin Russ ian HillinS an F ra nc isco, i n 2006 and in  2 007. I wor ke d i n SoMa , and coul d not have stumbled int o  a more  ex citin g or  welcomin g p lace t o w o rk, wh en I w as al lof… 2 0 yea r s  o ld.  S uddenly If o und  myse lf  inSan Fra ncisco, free frome ver yone and ever yth ingI ha d e v er kno wn pri o r , and suddenlyfound myse lf as  a tempora r y r es ident o f thatcity– w hich Ihad twice  visitedbe fore , inthe 1990sand earl y-2000s.I  woul d  o ftenlea ve myho use  in t he mor n ing s, st umbledo wn the  aven ue  to Maso n Street, and, if appro aching , hop  on  the next  ca b lecar, as i t ma de its way  to war d me,  co m ing u p Ru s si anH ill f romN orth Beac h .Oft e n  t imes I woul d e atfruit  on the wa y to  the studio; appl e s, most often.  Som e t ime s b a nana s;  but it was th e a pp l e s that r ea lly made me  feel co ol ,  as I  waltz ed dow n the h i l ls to Uni on S qua re, and t hen  o n ward to  S oM a , ever yday .I love d pass i ng t h e  Prada store; th at in N YC, b y  OM A, ha donly op e neda
, and_at this_moment we do not_know how_se_would have_been),_but she would_have ushered the_world onward toward its_next, connected, digital,_equality_filled phase. The opposite has happened. The US, no longer even shakes Germany’s hand.

These_are_dangerous global_times._Those_who support the current US_president are blind to this._They are_all too happy to celebrate the greatness of_their_country, blind to_the fact it’s instead, quickly sliding into global irrelevancy.

Get_your act together, America. And get_over hating Hillary_Rodham_Clinton._Have some foresight. 2020,_2024, 2028, 2032, 2036, 2040... my_last US election will be somewhere_around 2070-2095. I truly hope the democratic_process as we knew it before_2016, then exists, just as_I prepare_to die.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

My_past is slowly_slipping away_from me. Sometimes_it hurts, as I look in_the non-literal mirror_and ponder my own memories. I_am_starting to have_my_own_history. I’ll_be 32 later_this_year, after_all._11 years ago, I found myself_living_in San Francisco, and it was the_most wonderful summer of_my_entire life–up until that_point. Every subsequent summer since_2006, has been even more exciting_than the_previous, within_my own life history. I have such fond memories of living_in Russian Hill in San Francisco,_in 2006 and in_2007. I_worked_in SoMa, and_could_not have_stumbled into a more exciting or welcoming_place to_work, when I was all of…_20 years old. Suddenly_I_found myself in San Francisco, free_from everyone and everything I had_ever known prior, and suddenly_found_myself_as a temporary resident of_that city–which I had twice visited_before, in the_1990s and early-2000s. I would often leave_my_house in the mornings, stumble down_the_avenue to Mason Street, and, if_approaching,_hop_on the next cable car,_as it made its way toward_me, coming up Russian Hill from North Beach. Often_times I would_eat fruit on the way_to_the_studio; apples, most often. Sometimes bananas; but it was the_apples that_really made me_feel cool, as I waltzed down the hills to Union_Square, and then onward to SoMa, everyday._I loved passing the Prada store; that in NYC, by OMA,_had only opened a