it was a tapestry of chords interwoven one into another progressing like a stampede echoes of a language somewhat akin to love ricocheting off the wall commencing a symphony everywhere and nowhere midway a journey steady, soft, and … Continued
Ever ate an algorithm with some statistics on the side? Ever drank a homomorphism through the prism of capitalism? Yes! said no one ever. But she knew the truth all along. Yet they didn’t consider her credible. … Continued
we stand for something that’s necessary all the time considered absurd by some but in every aspect is sublime the ultimate quintessential protector of the physical and the mental yet so transcendental that it’s esoteric and sometimes hysteric … Continued
The Rant welcomes you 2018. You follow 2017, which left your house trashed and empty except for the Roy Moore bumper sticker on the bathroom door and one naked light-bulb illuminating the sadness within. We believe in you 2018. Make … Continued
“For that man be delivered from revenge: that is the bridge to the highest hope for me, and a rainbow after long storms.” – Nietzsche It is widely known that Heidegger’s career had at least two periods wherein his position … Continued
Detach yourself from a time to which you once belonged and for which you might be longing for the factors dictating its beauty are highly unlikely to exist again all at once as they once did Life teaches that … Continued
The Rant remembers around day six of Rantmas as we trembled, locked in our tiny garrett, down to our last few sheets of vellum while subsisting on a meager diet of absinthe and Haribo gummy bears. The Rant won’t lie: … Continued
The Rant now believes goodness flows from the heart like jazz. You improvise with the person or situation in front of you and create a tune of righteousness. Some days you find the groove and some days you just play … Continued
The Rant queued up It’s a Wonderful Life like we do every year. This time around we were struck by how the character of Mr. Potter echoes so many of our present tensions: a disgust with immigrants (he calls the … Continued
The candles flicker in the dark in rhythm, as the record plays. Seated at the tavern are kindred spirits soon to be in a daze. It’s ’round midnight round here but no one seems to know. They talk of men … Continued