Pathologically American

This country has an addiction to freedom, afforded to it by modern information technology, opening up once-in-a-lifetime sets of possibilities. 

Pure unadulterated freedom is like sensory deprivation, where long/forced durations of it "can result in extreme anxiety, hallucinations, bizarre thoughts, temporarily senseless, and depression."

Shawn Conn Wed, 04/04/2018 - 16:34

Embodied Memories

Submitted by Shawn Conn on Mon, 09/05/2016 - 21:37

I've recently been trying to reduce my possession footprint. It partially started in 2015 with the move, but it was more a utilitarian process of "will or won't I need this?" than a introspective "why do I have this and what do I still think about it?" It's good to do that time-to-time to remove the glut of stupid possessions that we all pile up. I like to reflect on what I own, with the Fight Club quote "The things you own, end up owning you" still hanging on after all these years.

The Meaning of Life

Submitted by Shawn Conn on Sat, 07/16/2016 - 21:13

I like to think that I know something about life. I've had 36 years of it. In that time, I've experienced much, and have met a diverse group of people, all of whom are driven by different things. Career, family, religion are some common examples, but there are so many others. If the world has taught me anything, it's that people have a broad and deep list of passions that drive them.

So what's the common thread here? Is there an objective way to say that something, definitively, is the meaning of life?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Adventure Begins

Submitted by Shawn Conn on Sat, 06/06/2015 - 01:38

I decided to put down some thoughts to the long-abandoned blog. Getting back to Who Is... was something on the agenda, but I just lost track of the time; between a career that has been sucking the life out of me, and trying to decide what to do with my life, the blog fell by the wayside, a victim of shifting priorities I suppose. 

Home

Submitted by Shawn Conn on Sun, 08/11/2013 - 13:30
I'm at the Sayre Lair, the alter ego of the voluminous Sayre household, heading back to my car. My schedule of the last week had been one of stress, accomplishing deadlines, and tying up loose ends before I hit the road. I felt a mix of sadness and frustration that loose ends would not be tied up before I would be taking off. Knowing of the futility, my reasoning just distilled it into sanguinity.
 
My was phone was buzzing with a call from Davis, likely regarding preparation details for arrival, my sanguinity was tossed in preparation for discussion of logistics.

Return

Submitted by Shawn Conn on Sat, 08/10/2013 - 08:53

After a year hiatus I've returned. This post is going to be somewhat short; I'm using it to tie continuity between what's happened in the last year and the following posts which will be a 2 month travel blog.