Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

Sometimes the client wants to build a shittier mousetrap and what can you do? Capitalism is a crappy economic system and the only ones worse are all the others so when the client says, “Corrupt the efficiency of your device,” … Continue reading →

Well, the day’s a wash. Your thoughts are in a swirl and nothing good’s gonna get done anytime soon that much is clear. You won’t be able to focus until… well, you don’t know what. That’s the problem, isn’t it? … Continue reading →

This pizza here I’m not sure if you knew but this is the pizza of my youth. It is the first pizza I loved. After I had sworn off the food for an early five years because of a primordial … Continue reading →

You will survive this night but if you don’t make sure you fulfilled your destiny as best you could. Tell the truths you had available. Keep the oaths you swore. Dance with what ones that brought you and fight whatever … Continue reading →

These are all the same poem – I know that – just a favorite eighties’ cassette played with auto-reverse over and over again and over and over again and over and over again. I can’t help it. I still feel … Continue reading →

Maybe you’re not what you think you are. Maybe the attributes you believe you have you indeed do have but not to the degree you believe you have them Maybe you’ve read about Dunning Kruger? Maybe not. Maybe the face … Continue reading →

Please stop. You look too deeply. You look too dangerously. You look lovely when you look at me under that microscope but please stop. What perplexes me so is that this is what I’ve always wanted: someone who seeks to … Continue reading →

I will never admit this to anybody in the world including you but we may be better together than apart. It is possible that the sum of us is greater than the components. Is that how math works? That might … Continue reading →

She says you’re shallow and you know you are but you don’t know just which shallow she knows you are. Obviously, you’re afraid to ask, not just because that would admit that you don’t know how you’re shallow (which, as … Continue reading →

You know your dreams are stupid. Rubber tree plant stupid. First act horror stupid. You can’t help it. You can’t drop it – not yet not without digging yourself a little bit deeper. You hold onto these stupid irrational incessant … Continue reading →