You slide your finger across the screen of your phone to quiet the screeching of your alarm. You’re up, kind of. Rather you’re in that state of semi-wakefulness where you’re not quite sure if you’re in your childhood bedroom, on vacation with your partner, or on that rollercoaster made of caterpillars and twigs you were…

On January 22, 2017 the libs truth triggered themselves. For those of you who have repressed those horridly chaotic days of the early Trump administration (a totally reasonable response to the barrage of cortisol producing malevolent incompetence spurting from the administration at that time) let me refresh your memory. Following Sean Spicer’s misrepresentation of the…

Though I was hot under the collar as my train pulled into King’s Cross when I finally reached the fish and chip shop where we were to meet, as if by the same alchemy that transforms scaly, slimy cod into deep-fried gold, the self-piteous rage I was feeling was replaced by magic. Excellent food and…

They say it’s never a good idea to meet your heroes, that flesh and blood humans can’t possibly live up to our idealized projections of those we know only on paper and film. Until about nine months ago I was happy to take that bromide as gospel. To that point I had met people I…

People often feel a sense of annoyance with neologizing intellectuals. This sense of annoyance is justifies, and is one I share, when the neologizing is undertaken in the service of pomposity. That is to say that academics who play too cute with words deserve all the eye rolls they garner. This, of course, begs the…

A brief disclaimer before we get started, dear reader. This post will deal with the construction of ability and disability from my twice-exceptional point of view. It will therefore necessarily draw on my own experiences, in this case these will be high school experiences. If at any point I come across as salty about my…

Two warriors stand on a dust whipped battlefield waiting to face each other in single combat, the fate of their respective sides hanging in the balance. Each side is aware of the warriors’ track records, they can see the warriors’ physical stature, they know and compare their equipment.  On one end of the field stands…

He not busy being born is busy dying. Bob Dylan’s poetic observation on stagnation has been repeated and bastardized so often that at times it can feel trite. That gut-reaction is misplaced, however. One need only to look to Plato and oral based systems of knowing to find the epistemological value of aphorisms made manifest.…

At the core of the Theory of Everyone is the idea that reality must be understood through capacity. That is to say we take measure of the world using the yardstick of possibility – can do, can’t do, may be able to do someday. Ultimately, it is an optimistic vision that responds to the chronic…

Memory can be a tricky thing. It wobbles, distorts, and reconstructs itself – varying over time while giving us every assurance of stability. I know this because I know that my memory of the germ that grew into the Theory of Everyone is distorted. Rather, parts of it are. Let me explain. The Theory of…