How Midwestern Football Schools Lost Their Educational Souls to the Altar of Commerce

This is the particular tragedy of sons against fathers. The father does not see it coming. The father still thinks of the son as his child, as someone he made, as someone who carries his hopes. The fa...

Hardcore ASL - American Sign Language consulting, fluency evaluation, program design, and curriculum development by Janna Sweenie and David Boles.

Martha's Vineyard. You know it now as a summer retreat for the wealthy, a place of pristine beaches and celebrity sightings. But between the late seventeenth century and the middle of the twentieth, s...

Hey, there! Welp, it's that time of the year again -- yes, time for us to ask for the indulgence of your continued, kind, support for this blog by buying our eBook -- Best of David Boles, Blogs: Vol. 16 (2025) -- to show your support so we may continue to publish this blog without advertising while still being able to cover our yearly, ongoing, online publication costs…

Listen to your own voice the next time you tell the truth. Notice how it flows, uninterrupted, from thought to speech. Now pay attention when you're about to lie. Feel it? That hesitation, that gather...

I finally did it. I committed the act of digital suicide. It was a gesture of clinical curiosity and personal dread. I took twenty years of archives, every Boles Blogs entry, every "Best of" compilation, the discarded drafts, the love letters to lost eras, and I fed the entire body of work into the AI maw. My digital soul, offered up for digestion and analysis...

Today, we are standing in the wings of the theater, looking out at the empty stage, asking ourselves a question about the ghosts that haunt the floorboards. We are talking about the "Original Cast Rec...

Someone approaches you and asks for a piece of string. That's all they say. No context, no explanation, no qualifying details. Just: "Can I have a piece of string?" In that moment, you hold something ...

David Boles reviews his first couple of weeks using the Meta v2 glasses to create content for Boles.tv! This review includes the Ray-Bayn Wayfarers and the Oakley…

Right now, as you listen to this, your larynx is trying to kill you. This isn't metaphorical. Your voice box sits dangerously low in your throat, creating an intersection where food and air must cross...

Imagination without application remains a private theater, brilliant perhaps, but ultimately sterile. The history of human achievement suggests that genius resides not in the capacity to imagine alone, but in the peculiar ability to transform mental constructs into material reality. This transformation requires something more demanding than pure creativity: it requires the discipline to translate vision into form, the patience to iterate through failure, and the courage to impose one's internal architecture onto an indifferent world.

David Boles take you on a tour of the Islands neighborhood in Jersey City, NJ on 11-06-2025.

Here's something that should stop you cold: humans are the only animals on Earth that cry emotional tears. Not tears to clean the eyes, not tears from irritation, but tears from joy, from grief, from ...

A walk down Christopher Street and 9th Street in New York City's Greenwich Village on Novermber 3, 2025 using Meta 2 AI glasses.

The Halloween Massacre of Sutter’s Hollow

The first sign something was wrong in the neighborhood came when Patricia Reeves knocked on her own door and asked her husband if Patricia Reeves lived there. She stood on the porch in her gardening c...

When we invoke the Boodle Boy, we're also invoking a kind of professional shamanism. The shaman moves between worlds, bringing back knowledge from spaces others can't access. The Boodle Boy moves betw...

Prairie Voice launches today, not because the world needs another website, but because the present has become incomprehensible without the past. We live in an age of unprecedented change, facing questions that feel entirely new: How do we maintain human connection through screens? What does work mean when we produce nothing tangible? How do we raise children when childhood itself has been digitized?