Author Archives: diestl

If life teaches us anything, as we are lucky enough to keep living, it is this, do not take anything for granted. The young cannot know the depth of that truth. They wear their five senses like armor, believing they will never dull. But time does its work. The food once rich with delight, becomesContinue reading “Ode to the Young”

It cracks me up watching people lose their minds over tariffs, because it’s Trump’s move, and they’d hate him no matter what. Donald Trump could hand them a million dollars and they’d still be foaming at the mouth. They scream about tariffs that haven’t even kicked in yet, but not a word about the bankContinue reading “Outrage for sale”

The coin buys bread, yet leaves the soul famished. The job keeps the lights on. But it dulls the edge of who you are. Your real life isn’t in the paycheck,  it’s in the notebooks you bury until tomorrow, the words you silence, the music vibrating, No one is coming to set them free, butContinue reading “The manifesto of permission”

I drove past an Italian restaurant today, one that had stood for forty-six years. A fence now circles it, and plywood pressed against the windows. No warning. No farewell. Just gone. It was a place my daughter loved, she adored the lasagna. We’d sit together in the warm hum of conversation, while celebrities of anotherContinue reading “Progress without soul”

We are the architects of our own captivity. Machines grow clever, while our minds forget their strength. A cleverly designed plan.  I never asked for AI, I never asked for cell phones, I never asked for computers and electric cars with computers controlling them. However, I’m wrapped tight in their circuits and screens, because fascinationContinue reading “The Paradox of Progress”

On the surface, it sounds like solidarity: “These are my people.” But in propaganda, it can work as a shortcut to emotional alignment, grouping you with others based on one shared trait, belief, or preference, even if that commonality is shallow or irrelevant. It’s tribalism marketing, using belonging as bait. The cause may have littleContinue reading “Tribal huskstering”

Man wasn’t meant to wake to a blaring alarm in darkness, jolted into fight-or-flight mode before the day even begins.  The soft changes in light and temperature should be our only alarm clock, the way humans woke for thousands of years. Anything else is a jolt to the nervous system, pulling us out of nature’sContinue reading “Blinded by indoctrination. Indifference refilled with prescriptions”

People often say, “I’ll meet you in the afterlife” or “I’ll see you again on the other side.” It isn’t based on evidence, it’s a way of holding on to someone we’ve lost, a psychological tether to something we know nothing about, and a way to avoid facing the finality of death and just lettingContinue reading “Will there be an ovation?”

The Clown Who Bought a Seat at the so-called Grown-Up Table. There was a time when hearing Howard Stern’s voice on the radio felt like tuning into a live wire. Raw, dangerous, unfiltered. While living in Boston, I’d listen to the replays on the WBZN, because that’s all I had at the time.  When IContinue reading “King of All Mediocrity”

It seems in today’s society we have lost use of moderation. Moderation of thought moderation of consumption moderation of technology moderation of politics. Do you think this is happening because of a plan or a scheme? Because this cannot be truly evolving. In an economy driven by attention deficits and consumerism, moderation is bad forContinue reading “Lost in moderation”