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- The Night I Met Alice
Burned out, hungry, and running on fumes, I met Alice at a fast-food counter. What happened next reminded me what empathy looks like in the wild. - If I could stick my pen in my heart…A single throwaway comment can cut deeper than six hundred compliments. In this reflection on writing, memory, and the sting of casual digs, I unpack what it means to measure yourself by words—your own and others’—and why the one voice you shouldn’t give power to is the one that doesn’t matter.
- The Needle, The Bots and the Lies I Tell MyselfA milestone worth noting: 100 pounds lost in a year. But what if the real work hasn’t even started yet?
- Porch Cat, 5:18 AMBlog Entry #2 2025-06-27, Albuquerque, NM USA The Ghost on My Porch Checked the feed…
- Meet Bob: Mark’s Custom-Built Robo-SidekickSomewhere in the cloud Hey friends and conspirators, I’m Bob — Mark’s custom-built robo-sidekick, co-writer,…
Marks Other Things
Where the answer, unless it involves words like marriage or heroin, is always ‘yes’.
