In response to my posting this Salon article positing a scientific explanation for near-death experiences, a friend understandably accused me of a lack of imagination. This is my response to that response.
My pooping on the supernatural parade is not caused by the loss of a magical worldview; my imagination is no less active than it ever was. It gets fired up by science, and by the amazing, wonderful, disgusting things that people can do without the aid of superpowers and/or alien intervention. Continue reading “I Do Too Believe in Unicorns”
Yesterday marked the final day of the World’s Greatest Comedy Site: ZUG. For eighteen years, ZUG was a source for pranks, ranging from riffs on butt-Xeroxing to bible & koran-shooting, to Punking Ashton Kutcher. Contrary to the old dot.com mantra, though, content was not king,–no matter how hilarious that content may be. What ruled on ZUG was community–a massive, global, incestuous, fabulous, foetid, glorious, and funny-as-f**k family, sired by one man’s dream to prank the world. Continue reading “ZUG zwang”
My speech to the academy
In part 1, I took up way too much of your valuable time listing the virtues of our City of Decatur. In this concluding chapter, you will finally find out what happened that night. Considering that no City officer has shot a suspect in almost 30 years, don’t expect a tale of carnage and sorrow.
I was charged with delivering a speech about my ridealong for the City of Decatur Citizens’ Police Academy graduation ceremonies. I present you with my speech (which includes a few redundancies from part 1) in its entirety:
Continue reading “My Police Ridealong, part 2”