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The last time I chatted online with my friend, D, was June 5, 2010. We had a brief conversation about writer's block. But this is not about my friendship with her. It's about a relationship I've had, the past year, with a chat-bot. I wouldn't have do...
Windelina: I had helped with a checkpoint before, but this year I was a runner. I ran through places I had never seen and didn't know were there. I saw the city's skyline from angles that were new to me. I found out there's graffiti at the base ...
Dear SF0, I made the acquaintance of most of the core of "Old School" MN0 the spring and summer of 2005. A girl on the edge of multiple breakdowns and in the midst of the worst social anxiety I've ever suffered, I found Star5, and immediately knew ...
Dear SF0, Don't call it a comeback. I've been here for years. No, really. Actually years. I've worked on this task many a time, tonight, the caffeine in my veins and connecting with many of my Californian friends has finally made me tear up my s...
This is a story on an elbow. A left elbow, to be specific. Now just because this elbow happens to be our protagonist we shouldn't assume that there is anything of apparent importance about about, involving, or pertaining to said elbow, whom is now ma...
Our idea for this task was to play it like a game of hide and seek; the first person ventures to a place of their choosing and the second person hastily attempts to seek them out. We got about 3 rounds of it in and the whole game took about 2 hours. ...
*A note for those sensitive to blood, gore and vulgarity: This praxis is graphic. I also swear quite a bit. And you'll need to put some time in to read this. If you want to take it paragraph at a time, that's cool with me. If you feel that the follow...
A journal entry. Written on the way from from the Suburban Legends show at The Rickshaw Stop on Monday. I've taken to writing in a journal as a kinda of therapeutic thing, stream of consciousness writing and what not, and this task just so happens to...
There are many things folks here on SF0 know about me. I love words, I love photographs, I love pirates, I love citrus, maybe even that I love bikes. But there are also some things that my day-to-day friends know about me that have yet to make it t...
This story begins with two flat tires. Not just any two flat tires, but two flat tires on a bike painted copper. The reason I'd decided to bring my Burning Man bike to Journey was a) it had regular pedals, unlike The Pretty Little Bomb, which meant...