Category Archives: Max’s Journal
Feminism, and other synonyms for wrong
I earned a lot of good will with my last post about reading. I think the honesty it contained was touching for a lot of people. Even my girlfriend Marissa Kay complemented me on it, and as a general rule, … Continue reading
The joy, and pain, of reading
A depressing proportion of my friends do not read for pleasure. They are all very intelligent, educated young men and women, and yet they take great pride in the fact that the last book they read for fun was The … Continue reading
Religion? That’s silly (and probably evil)
First off, there is no heaven. Secondly, there is a hell. It’s the DMV in New Britain. Now that we have that out of the way, let me rock your box with some inconvenient truths. I’m going to focus my … Continue reading
Max’s scientific process for writing
I never lack for ideas on what I want to write about, but most of these remain in some sort of unformed amoebal fetal stage, without ever actually making it onto paper. A lucky few click into place however, usually … Continue reading
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