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Sustainable Inspiration: The Visual Wonder Of Johnny Dutro

Each piece had a tangible vibration and message for the viewer.

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It’s Like My Dad Always Said, “To Make An Omelette, You Have To Raise A Few Chickens. And Then You Have To Slaughter Those Chickens-Yes, Son, That’s Blood. Please Stop Crying. Do You Want To Eat Or Not?”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you into Canada, Sean.” I had been mentally toiling under the certainty of hearing these […]

Freedom Isn’t Free

So what happened?

Last Call

It is with an overall sense of profound appreciation that I write these words. Thank you to everyone who’s ever walked through my door and every advertiser who wrote a check to help support this dream.

The Vine: Once a Synner…

by Max Sidman | I stared at the words on the screen for a minute before I could reply, a thousand thoughts and memories rushing through my mind during that hesitation.

Top 5 Synthesis Accomplishments

by Maurice Spencer Teilmann | Here’s the straight poop on five of my favorite/most memorable/most cringe-worthy things I did during my nine years writing and editing at Synthesis

Al Green: Still Wants To Get Next To You

by Jake Sprecher • Originally Published Sept. 2007 | Sing your love and happiness; sing all of it.

Farewell and Adieu to You Fair Spanish Ladies

And I got to say FUCK a lot.

Spew-o-Matic: The Legend of Esplanada

Every day she would walk up and down the Esplanade

The Hall of the Gods

Best Cover Feature: Ganga Giri

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Print is fucking dead. The written word and human experience are alive and well.

I Lift the Weights so Gently, They Never Know How Strong I’m Getting

I like-like you guys.

Slavery Still Exists

While we are celebrating our freedom from slavery, I would like to take a few moments to remember the people still trapped in slavery’s clutches

We Get What We Give (And What We Deserve)

If we don’t appreciate this totally fantastic human diversity, these strange unexplored corners, they don’t exist for us, our worlds are smaller, and we are less for it. And then, one day, they’re gone.

Communication

As a child, I could spend all day knocking around the neighborhood, maybe going home to eat, maybe not, but my family didn’t hear from me for hours on end, which was fine with me. Now such a thing is unthinkable.

So You’ve Lost a Newspaper Column

Let’s start from the beginning: how the fuck did I get a column? Where am I? Why does it hurt to breathe? All good questions.