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Articles by Gray Hendryx
The World’s More Full of Weeping Than You Can Understand
© Warner Bros/Dreamworks “I am convinced that there is not a god.” – Douglas Adams, novelist “A year spent in artificial intelligence is enough to make one believe in God.” – Alan Perlis, computer scientist Millions have starved to death. As sea levels creep further inland, pregnancies of the privileged survivors are licensed by the state. Robots are the servile class, made to satisfy the economic and sexual needs of humans.
Preserve the Moose
illustration by Brianna Ashby “Do you feel that playing rock ‘n’ roll music keeps you a child? That is, keeps you in a state of arrested development?” “No, no, no. I feel it’s like going to a national park or something. And, you know, they preserve the moose. And that’s my childhood up there on stage.
Monsieur Neary, What Do You Want?
I quit my job and alcohol on the same day: September 30th, 2015. I stopped looking at clocks and drove west. I was free to eat, sleep, and go whenever and wherever I pleased. Thus it was that I found myself awake, fed, and dressed at 4AM one morning. The day before, I had pulled into the parking lot of my AirBnB, a tiny condo that promised “the best views and trail access in all of Sedona.” True enough: Bell Rock trailhead was a quick walk across the street.
A Hard Day's Night (1964)
“Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!” ― Euripides, The Bacchae Scene: an olive grove, warm and shadowed under the fading sun. Summer, a year when years weren’t measured. Women in various states of undress rest in the shade. Some of them still sport the elaborately threaded hairdos of the well-to-do, now beginning to unravel in the heat. A pile of sweat-stained togas lie at the foot of a tree. Those who aren’t naked wear the skins of animals: bull, lion, leopard, buck.
Haunted Blondes | Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975)
One of the deepest movie-watching experiences of my life happened in the wee hours after a party. I came home slightly buzzed but too keyed-up for sleep. As so often happens in these situations, I craved something to smoke. With no cigarettes on hand, I settled on a pinch of weed tucked into the bowl of a pipe.
The Lines of Power
I’ve been a holdout against smartphones for some time. I don’t like replacing an old tool when it still works. My Pantech, a dumbphone I got for free nearly four years ago, has continued texting for years even through water and wear. I’d admit to my frustrated friends, “Yeah, I’ll get an iPhone once the Pantech goes kaput”—and so it thus refused to die, almost as if to spite them.
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