How Reviving an Island Tradition Could Make Neighborhoods Strong Again
A Modern Kula Ring for Communities When I first heard about the Kula Ring, it sounded like the sort of invention that would only make sense if…
Social and Self-Help
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Why The Currency of the Future is Trust
There was a time when the answer to nearly every human problem was money. Need a roof? Pay someone. Need food? Pay someone. Need to feel less…
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Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say, Then Follow Through
I think that most of life’s disappointments can be traced back to someone saying one thing, meaning another, and doing precisely nothing. Maybe a friend promises to…
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Techno-feudalism’s Kafkaesque nature. Where is it going from here?
The kings are dead, but their castles remain. They hover above us, not in stone fortresses but in glass towers and on distant servers, humming with the…
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The Great Cosmic We; Not Me
The wind blew cold from the west and I sat in the coffee shop staring out the dusty pane at the people moving in their little blinks…
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Of Towers and Tables: What We Build Says Everything
There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked,…
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The Weight of a Day Given
There are many who give money and many more who wish they could. And there is nothing wrong with that. You give what you have, and if…
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I Swear I Didn’t Agree to Be the Idea Incubator
There are moments when I read a book and feel as though the author is personally haunting me through time. That’s how I felt with The Handmaid’s Tale.…
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The Universe Probably Thinks I’m an Idiot: Notes from a Quantumly Entangled Nobody
I’ve been accused of overthinking things. Like, a lot. My friend says that when I stare at a jar of pickles too long, it looks like I’m about…
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The Vanishing Volunteer: What Happened to Showing Up for Each Other?
Somewhere between the endless scroll of our overly-curated lives and the tightening squeeze of economic survival, the spirit of volunteerism has quietly withered. Fewer people show up…