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The fine line between plastic food and prison is clarified by the attention to dreaming.

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Gabriel Zacchai is a recording musician/ performer, husband, father, locksmith, doomer, ex-carpenter and facilities specialist who...

While searching for a new intentional community, a couple gets caught up in a bizarre plan to 'save the world' that's being spearheaded by a survivalist and a pathological liar.

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Gabriel Zacchai is a recording musician/...

The unenlightened highways of delusion are filled with speed-traps

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Gabriel Zacchai is a recording musician/ performer, husband, father, locksmith, doomer, ex-carpenter and facilities...

 

                Shopping in France has undergone quite a transformation over the past 15 years. These days, French shopping malls are very much like American  ones,...

                Shopping in France has undergone quite a transformation over the past 15 years. These days, French shopping malls are very much like American  ones,...

Awkward rites of passage... sharks circle in the high-school hallways

In 2004, I flew home to Minnesota for my Great Aunt Winifred's 100th birthday. She died the night before the party, so we ended up having a funeral instead. But the real icing on the cake was, well, the icing on the cake.

Alot of bad-ness explodes into a simple decision to pay attention

A tale about demystifying the word "gay" in the second grade and my desperate longing to be a homosexual as a young person. Lucky for me, it all worked out in the end.

In October 2000 the Oklahoma City chapter of Exchange Clubs International declared me "Officer of the Year."

The United States Department of Justice gave me a Community Leadership award for helping the FBI investigate Asian...

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

             I glared at my paddle, convinced that the intensity of my gaze could somehow force it through the water faster. My skinny nine-year-old arms sunk the right side into the...

 

 

I was a young  boy in Grand Rapids, MI - living -

kenston, lived by the pond, "skipping turtles doesn't hurt them" he says, begging me to join him.

The worst night of my life. I was 19 years old. I had a great job working for an ambulance company while I went to EMT school. I lived at home with my mother in a suburb of Boston and if you didn't know me that well you...