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A true modern day Renaissance Bro, Dave's polymathery could fill a dozen more blogs: Orchestra Conducting Prodigy, Prep School Dropout, Veteran Full Time RVer (turned Full Time Expat), Inventor, Entrepreneur, Fundraiser, Erstwhile-Raw Foodie, Eternal Foodie Foodie, Pilot, Economist, Natural Detoxer, Polyglot, Radical Centrist, and More. . . Dave and his delightful, wordsful, and occasionally exasperating brain are Scatter's Founding Germ, around whom other mental giants have happily congealed.

As The World Gets Richer, It's Time to Re-Examine The Perils of Generational Wealth

As The World Gets Richer, It's Time to Re-Examine The Perils of Generational Wealth

But even in these “primitive’ cultures, the effects of inherited wealth were the same as they are today: indolent, bored, neglected children who were too little tested by life and too much tested by academia and tutors to ever live up to the glories of those they inherited their wealth from.

The Varieties of Hipster Drinking Experience and The Slippery Slope of "Authenticity"

The Varieties of Hipster Drinking Experience and The Slippery Slope of "Authenticity"

Gilly’s was not playing by the rules. In fact, it wasn't even playing at all. Gilly’s was an unreconstructed dive bar, the kind of place you’d find in down and out corners of the rust belt or Appalachia. It was uninhibitedly, unapologetically gross-where gross people come to do gross things.

Our Greatest Joys Are Built on the Suffering of Others. Waking Up To A Tired Cliché.

Our Greatest Joys Are Built on the Suffering of Others. Waking Up To A Tired Cliché.

"I've never seen anything like it. What an amazing collection!" He replied in a flat deadpan that was not meant to be deadpan:"Yes, it's a mental illness."

Now You Know There Are Honest To God "Songs" in Classical Music. Here's Why You Should Desperately Care

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Now You Know There Are Honest To God "Songs" in Classical Music. Here's Why You Should Desperately Care

Schreier is in many ways the Bjork of German Lieder. Schiff makes passionate declamations when needed, hidden pianississimos when needed, and is not afraid to bang and bash to punctuate the occasional outburst, so delicate is his touch that no one could ever accuse him of being a brute.

The Janus Face of Fiber: A Cautionary Tale

The Janus Face of Fiber: A Cautionary Tale

The Southwest's Plus-Size Cousin is Worth Its Weight in Buried Silver

The Southwest's Plus-Size Cousin is Worth Its Weight in Buried Silver

The endless dryness, unpunctuated by spectacle or wondrous glamour of any kind- it's just rock after rock with even rockier mountains dividing the vast sprawls of gravel. It's a hard sell, to be sure.

Beware the Transcendence-Killing Lyric of Your Favorite Songs

Beware the Transcendence-Killing Lyric of Your Favorite Songs

The version in our head is grammatically incorrect, emotionally incoherent, and, in some cases, not even real words. But that's as it should be.

Matzoh Ball Posole: A Tale of Redemption and Joyous Miscegenation

Matzoh Ball Posole: A Tale of Redemption and Joyous Miscegenation

The flavorous resemblance to dishwater (or, on meatier days, bathwater) has been inescapable. Not quite thick enough to be stew and not quite thin enough to be tap water, posole has a lack of flavor all its own.

How To Be A Better Fan

How To Be A Better Fan

Worshippers are just haters in reverse. They are Schroedinger’s haters, keeping the option - and their leverage - alive forever.

The Master and The Mentor: Liberating The Learner and The Learned

The Master and The Mentor: Liberating The Learner and The Learned

The Master is like a knowledge miser, sitting on a pile of gold he can not spend. He is unhappy, alone, unable to help most people, and also wracked with "imposter syndrome" that nobody can cure him of since no one else knows enough to tell hem he's not an imposter.

One Last Gasp of Hipster Throwback Nostalgia. Or The Most Important Cultural Phenomenon of Our Lives.

One Last Gasp of Hipster Throwback Nostalgia. Or The Most Important Cultural Phenomenon of Our Lives.

The point is the shunning of economical equilibrium by choosing a vastly less efficient mode of creation than that which is so readily available elsewhere. But most importantly, there is that genuine desire to remember the authentic, the simple, and that more elusive quality than ever: the "real."

How George Clooney Upleveled My Multitasking and Added Countless Hours to My Life

How George Clooney Upleveled My Multitasking and Added Countless Hours to My Life

I can’t imagine they are still making old-skool, self-important, shittily, choppily, and lazily edited, arcless dreck like this. Like I’m in shock.

Bella Ciao and the Camaraderie of Plunder

Bella Ciao and the Camaraderie of Plunder

It is such a powerful anthem, that it almost makes me want to leave my studies, take up the rifle and join a Bernie Sanders rally. The interspersed singing and dancing scenes strike just the right balance between American stoicism and Bollywood inanity.

Dear Yoga Teachers: Shut The Fuck Up and Just Count Down The Poses

Dear Yoga Teachers: Shut The Fuck Up and Just Count Down The Poses

Your neurotic chatter is not our enlightenment. What we need from you is not endless distractions, we need from you a structure from which we can sink into whatever our bodies need from each pose in each moment.

Why I Will Never Forget What I Heard in the Last Lonesome Cowboy Town In America

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Why I Will Never Forget What I Heard in the Last Lonesome Cowboy Town In America

I couldn’t help but think that I was in the presence of greatness, the spirit of St Cecilia in one of her many disguises, crying her way into the night along the streets of a never-has-been western town for no one to hear.

Do Your Probies Pass The Fart Test?

Do Your Probies Pass The Fart Test?

Seconds later, I sounded like a buzzsaw with Tourette’s. The farting was instant and uncontrollable. As soon as the little varmints hit my intestines, the byproduct of their High Noon Face Off were quickly spattered against the plexiglass tombstone to their violent demise.

If You Love Someone. . .Send Them Your Email

If You Love Someone. . .Send Them Your Email

You are the brick in the nascent fortress that protects our hearts and, yes, our livelihoods, from the slings of misfortune that hit our gentle souls harder than most. It is the smallest gift and the unlikeliest token of love you can offer someone who has given you a glimpse into...

How To Get Skinny Eating Pancakes

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How To Get Skinny Eating Pancakes

Bar-b-q soup would be my ticket to immortality, having freed the masses from their slavish addiction to chewing and suffering through boring tasting meat. . .a hero amongst the people. Ahhhh. . .the road not taken

The Boy And The Blob: Gay Sorcery and The Capture of The Ultimate Prize

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The Boy And The Blob: Gay Sorcery and The Capture of The Ultimate Prize

In catching my gaze, he did not even try to conceal what was not a devilish, but rather a purely evil grin, which, along with a knowing head nod, said unmistakably: “Yeah, I’m tapping that.”

The Tastiest Olives I've Ever Eaten and What They Can Teach You About Living Your Best Life

The Tastiest Olives I've Ever Eaten and What They Can Teach You About Living Your Best Life

Being Successful Has Nothing To Do With Being "Good" At Anything

Being Successful Has Nothing To Do With Being "Good" At Anything

Everything You've Ever Wanted To Know About Truck Stop Showers But Were Too Grossed Out To Ask

Everything You've Ever Wanted To Know About Truck Stop Showers But Were Too Grossed Out To Ask

Time Travel, Promises of Enlightenment, and The Delicate Art of Southern Perspiration

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Time Travel, Promises of Enlightenment, and The Delicate Art of Southern Perspiration

Here in this reflective purple temple the only thing keeping you from visions of Nirvana was the deep stank of frozen body odor. That and the spy cam pointed directly at you, making escape from the watchful eye of Boris impossible. . .

Cubans, Colonics, and Oxana The Russian Yoga Instructor

Cubans, Colonics, and Oxana The Russian Yoga Instructor

I couldn't help but audibly lol at the drill sergeant-y tone with which our super-Russian-yet-vaguely-trying-to-be-spiritual instructor barked out commands in her stereotypically broken English.