God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. If by God we mean a very particular cake that once gave off a delectable aroma and bestowed a splash of bright, beautiful, and terribly artificial color on a muted winter landscape, then yes, God is dead. And we three (oh, three, that…
iPhone users love auto-correct like we love our mothers. It allows us to text quickly and slapdashedly, without appearing sloppy. However, everyone knows about those strange, sometimes embarrassing typos that appear when you are hurriedly responding to a text about homework. Being in some boredom today, I sprawled my fingers on an iPad keyboard and…