The Village

by Charles Carreon


Ron was not happy. Not happy at all. He was staring at the hole in his dashboard, and he just could not believe it. The windows weren’t broken, the doors were still locked the way he’d left them before he started his shift. It was broad daylight. Out loud he breathed the words, “Where’s my fucking stereo?” […]

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The Faith of an Advocate

By Charles Carreon
March 22, 2015


In my experience, a lawyer is often the first person to believe in the unpopular individual. I do not mean that only lawyers take up the cause of the unpopular, or that all lawyers do it. Quite the contrary – non-lawyers champion the weak and oppressed as a daily matter, and the majority […]

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Who’s Zenning Who?

Another View on Whether Susan Blackmore’s Sermon on the Way of Robotic Consciousness Was Worth Spending A Beautiful Morning Indoors With A Band of Aging Atheists One Day in Late April in Tucson, Arizona, 2014
by Charles Carreon
May 3, 2014

Sunday With the Atheists

Last weekend, Sunday morning, in search of fun atheists, Tara and I went to the Free Thought Arizona […]

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“Jobs”: The Canonization of a Visionary Autocrat

by Charles Carreon
April 25, 2014

I  don’t know who Steve Jobs really was, because he is so wrapped in myth and lore and legend that his true identity is as undiscoverable as my own, hidden beneath a mass of casual obloquy.  I have no desire to concretize my view of him at all, because he was who he was, and […]

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From Haight Ashbury to Silk Road, I Always Miss the Fun!

by Charles Carreon
October 6, 2013

I got to Haight Ashbury in 1968.  The Summer of Love was 1967.  I couldn’t help it.  I rushed.  I was only twelve when I ran away, but run I did, to where the sign flashing “LSD” could be seen, irrigating the brains of a new generation that had no need of footwear.  The LSD […]

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