Author Archives: Doctor Quack

About Doctor Quack

Not actually a real doctor. Just another bonehead with an internet connection. I also really like ducks. Like... REALLY like ducks. It's kind of unhealthy.

Fighting from Within the Organism

Allow me a tinfoil hat moment.  I don’t always sound this crazy. To this point in my life, I have had the privilege of freedom bestowed upon me by my circumstances: student life, supportive parents, and flexible part time jobs.  With … Continue reading

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The Depths Whence Elation is Born

Bear with me, Reader; I do not intend to be vulgar.  That is not why we’re here. I had once made the statement that everything is beautiful, and if we don’t find something beautiful, it’s simply because we don’t understand … Continue reading

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Transcending the Narcissism of Guilt

I’d like to think I’m a decent human being, but truth be told, I have a long way to go.  Somehow I’ve come to believe that nodding while pretending to listen is the honorable thing to do in the face … Continue reading

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White Mountain Peak: love atop hell

When I think of the most beautiful place I’ve ever been, I think of White Mountain Peak. White Mountain Peak is an arid and lifeless mountain emerging from the desolate desert floor in Eastern California.  There are no trees.  There … Continue reading

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Trivial vs. Significant

You’ve been traveling for your entire life to get to where you are right now.  Everything you’ve done, every decision you’ve made, every tragedy you’ve suffered and joy you’ve exalted has brought you to where you are right now.  And … Continue reading

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The Chicken Dance: a pathetic tale of melancholic self-pity

I’ve learned in recent years that if I want to do something, I can’t be afraid of doing it alone.  If I always waited around for people to join me, I’d still be waiting.  I can’t let the lameness of … Continue reading

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The Saga of Expression

Once upon a time in Italy, a beautiful woman winked at me.  The wink occurred in a church, and I saw it from across the nave, as clear as a twinkling star.   That was eight years ago, and it … Continue reading

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Being a Stranger

Julia was the first woman I met when I moved to Austin. She was a barista at the Starbucks by my apartment.  Before I had internet, I had Starbucks.  Before I had friends, I had Julia.  So every night until … Continue reading

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Beautiful Insanity

I remember a moment of peaceful clarity: It took place in the Catalina Mountains outside of Tucson, Arizona.  I saw an electric monsoon form over the Sonoran Desert in the distance, with the sun tossing rays through gold-silhouette, towering clouds … Continue reading

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Marriage and the Cynic

Marriage: a dusty relic of a bygone era.  A contractual agreement between families for political or material reasons.  An instrument of perpetuating outdated gender roles under the guise of advantageous child-rearing.  A tradition whose commencement is pompous, egocentric, and undeniably … Continue reading

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