Posted on February 11, 2020
by Alex V. Weir
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A mess with wine stained lips (and something in his teeth: it’s suggested you just listen and forego looking at the disaster) sits too close to the camera and prattles about the following: Nobody respects your time as an artist – nobody respects…
Category: Alex Weir, Humor, Philosophy, Psychology, The Fractal Journal, Uncategorized, VlogTags: Age, Aging, Creativity, Lifestyle, Productivity, Time
Posted on December 31, 2019
by Alex V. Weir
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Isn’t it interesting or perhaps more fittingly alarming that we have precious few markers of passage? A letter is such a finite thing. Perhaps no more finite than a tweet but certainly more tangibly finite. Because the leaf, the bit of tree, it will…
Category: Alex Weir, Current Events, Philosophy, Psychology, Social Commentary, Technology, UncategorizedTags: Cognition, Essays, Ideas, Memory, Mortality, Musings, Time
Posted on April 16, 2019
by Alex V. Weir
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In any case the TL; DR version of this is every time you sit down to write or learn; you’re not only doing it one more time but also one less. Cause the Grim Reaper is standing right there, playing Yo-Yo, and sometimes…
Category: Alex Weir, Humor, Philosophy, Social Commentary, The Fractal Journal, UncategorizedTags: Death, Illness, Life, Mortality, Musings, Productivity, Programming, Studying, Time, Writing
Posted on December 20, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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Thirty minutes is a long time What if we don’t get another go around the sun Thirty minutes is a long time You had better learn to run Thirty minutes is a long time Divide it now by five Thirty minutes is a long…
Posted on January 16, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
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Hardly are there any hours Scarcely do they ever stay Called as if by unseen powers This strange gift loves to stray First, it was giddy Tearing at tinsel Then it was less greedy A casual spell Finally, I learned to see…
Plastic Rose – The Changing Nature of Memory
Posted on December 31, 2019 by Alex V. Weir
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Isn’t it interesting or perhaps more fittingly alarming that we have precious few markers of passage? A letter is such a finite thing. Perhaps no more finite than a tweet but certainly more tangibly finite. Because the leaf, the bit of tree, it will…
Category: Alex Weir, Current Events, Philosophy, Psychology, Social Commentary, Technology, UncategorizedTags: Cognition, Essays, Ideas, Memory, Mortality, Musings, Time