The Saddest Generation

We live in a lonely world where it's hard to get out of bed everyday and put on a visage that we are happy. We are a generation caught between the crux of two millennia, with mass shootings and suicides commonalities, and heroin and rape another byline in histories. Yet, we still trudge through each day, because what other option do we have? Complain about being miserable, lie about the nightly smoke and drink, pretend that you don’t just want it all to be over with? Who wants to hear another sad story just like their own, who cares? When did we stop caring and let misery seep into every step? Who are we anymore, a blaze that burned too bright and all that’s left are the ashes of the past? Despite the emptiness, we still strive through, day after day and year after year. We could become the saddest generation that ever graced this Earth, but we won’t.

Last year was marred with tragedies, including the death of Malcolm McCormick, known colloquially as MacMiller. I didn’t listen to …

The Search for Normalcy

Everyone wants to be genuinely happy. Despite a life of peace, prosperity, and freedom; happiness always seems just out of reach.

Since our birth, America’s technological boon has fostered a world of unbound opportunities that generations before could only dream of. We entered adulthood at the prelude of a decade of robust growth with no signs of impediment. We have both ample access to quality education, and the freedoms to express our earned wealth as we please. Still, we aren’t happy. It’s no longer a search for the extraordinary, it’s a search for contention. It’s the search for normalcy.

From World War II to the nineties, America was the dominant force of the world; however, our millennium started in ire. It began with an attack on sovereign soil that led to two decades of warfare. It continued with the collapse of our financial system that ruined lives due to no fault of their own. It pursued into revelations of severe breaches of empathy that tarnished our moral character. Thes…

Mining the Past: A Future to Endeavor

Butte is a city that prides itself on its mining past. At the turn of the last century, she was notorious for being the quintessential definition of a Western boomtown. As the world moved from its agrarian past to embrace electricity, so too did their demand for copper. As the war effort roared during the 1910’s, so did an economy that boasted the cultural, commercial, and financial center of the Great West. As the American economy shifted once more in the second half of the last century, our prosperity and population slowly receded to our current glory. Now, we are a town that stands between a prideful past and the unknown future.

There was always something special about the people in Butte. They have a resilience that never dies. Not after bone-chilling winters, not after magnitudes of environmental disaster, not after distraught economic downfall; the people here held onto a pride that the harsh of the world can never tear away. They stayed with the determination and vigor to face…

The Soul of San Francisco: The Birth of the Public Medium

When I moved to San Francisco in the heydays of the tech boom, she was a much younger city, a soulful city trying to define herself in the face of a massive influx of wealth and talent. As foreign influences mixed with intrinsic identities, the two conflicted causing unsustainable inflation and population booms that put public utilities on edge. But more importantly, this influx also brought an abundance of culture and talent that not only defines San Francisco, but her empire of the Pacific. Her identity was never lost; it only grew, evolved, and matured. And through this profound experience, San Francisco gave birth to her most important offspring. It wasn’t technology; it was the public medium.

San Francisco has always been known for its counter-culture identity, a voice that rung independently of the echoes across the country. This independence was forged by our own identity as much as our country’s. America was settled by individuals who chose to leave the Old World and establish…

Waiting to Fly: A Generation Comes of Age

As Generation Y matures from youths to adults, it’s hard to understand why so many of us harbor irreconcilable differences between the generations before us. Beneath the veneer, the millennials are just a bunch of men and women facing the same rites of passage as our parents. Though the nuances are unique per generation, the core value holds for all of humanity: It’s a story of coming-of-age and self-acceptance. As we mature over the next four decades, we will, like our forefathers, hold the reigns of the American economy.

Generation Y grew up in an era that shook the foundations of our country. Due to our youth, we sat on our hands as our lives convulsed in change. With the rise of domestic security, and a subsequent recession, the world became an aloof place segregated by corporations of greed and politics of power.

For most of the last decade, we watched older men and women make decisions that dramatically influenced our lives; yet, we had no say on the outcomes. We went to war und…

The Rise of a Tech Metropolis: From San Francisco to Seattle

Last week I visited Seattle to report on a video game tournament. The prize pool was an astonishing 10 million dollars, enough to turn a gamer into a career athlete. I enjoy my video games as much as the next guy, but what caught my attention was the city itself. It reminded me of a younger San Francisco. As I wrote this editorial, my thoughts drifted away from technology and towards the juxtaposition of these two tech metropolises.

Up until the mid 00’s, Seattle was home to the world’s foremost technology company, Microsoft. Located a dozen miles outside of city limits, this PC goliath has had a significant influence on the Puget Sound economy, much like Google upon the Bay Area. It's common to see talented employees leave their corporate jobs to build something original, but they never forget the experiences, cultures, and skill sets that their prior employers instilled upon them. You can bet half of San Francisco’s techies have a year at Apple or Facebook stamped onto their res…