How We Became Rapists: A Mystery

I love you, my boy, and I will pray very hard for you to find your way and learn patience in the kindest way. Let the heat of my tears awaken your memory. You are still free, my boy… 

No Dignity, No Joy: Socio-Economic Theory of a Peasant

Nobody gets to have joy or dignity by default, joy needs to be earned. And therein lies the problem.

Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy

Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.

I am an Outsider: A Story of Freedom

You are born, like a song of uttermost beauty – and then the people who have been traumatized before you, try to shame you out of remembering your song. Most of them are not bad human beings, they simply forgot, and they want you to be an important practical goose, for your own good.

A Totally Different Way to Look at ‘Snowflakes’

Americans are subjected to tremendous abuse via corporate-driven emotional deprivation.

Love & Automation: The Creepy Touch of a Mechanical Mother

Love is usually left out of the conversations about technology and automation – and it shouldn’t be.

Branding and Algorithms: Raging Against the Format

What kind of music do you play? What race are you? Who did you vote for?

Business Practices Do Not Exist in a Vacuum

Imagine a fight between two boxers. Say, whoever wins, takes home five million dollars, and the other one takes nothing. Say, they both agreed on it. It’s an honest fight, all fair. Then one of the guys slips drugs in the other boxer’s drink so that his rival gets sleepy and tired and cannot fight adequately. And the charlatan wins and takes the prize.

On the surface, it’s a victory. But in the reality underneath, it is not a victory. It is a disgrace and an act of cowardice. The suffering of the other guy is real but the victory of the coward is an illusion. Confusing people’s minds with propaganda and desperation (“you have to… or else you’ll starve”) is like slipping drugs into one’s drink. If you are strong, you know that it’s an act of weakness.

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Strange Love in the Time of Kali Yuga

You realize that most of the things that you have taken in with your mother’s milk, are a collection of folklore. Random approximations, inaccurate statements seeded with a possibility for love.

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A SOCIAL STORY

Imagine, there is a mobster. He controls many people, and he has money–a lot of it–but he knows that his power over his hood is based on fear, and he is afraid to lose it.

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Tessa is a strongly opinionated singer, writer and philosopher living in New York. She fronts Tessa Makes Love. Robots are on her shit list, and this blog is about not taking shit from the machine.

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