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Key historic events throughout the ages in relation to business, work, corporate figures and moguls.
Rewind to the Nineties: My Top 10 Movies That Still Feel Brand New
There’s a certain magic to the 1990s. It wasn't just about grunge, dial-up internet, or neon windbreakers; it was a decade that produced some truly unforgettable cinema. Movies from the '90s hit differently. They had a distinct flavor, a blend of pre-CGI reliance on practical effects, raw storytelling, and the birth of a new kind of blockbuster that still feels accessible and human, even today.
By George Evan10 months ago in Journal
américa - atl. san luis
I found it in my father’s wallet after he passed. Tucked behind his ID, worn soft at the edges, was a ticket stub from a match twenty years ago. The ink had faded, the date blurred, but I remembered the day: rain falling sideways, the stadium half-empty, our team losing badly. We’d left before the final whistle, soaked and silent.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
albacete - real madrid
I didn’t go for the game. I went for my nephew. He’s twelve, wears a faded jersey two sizes too big, and talks about football like it’s scripture. “It’s not about winning, Tío,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when no one’s watching.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Hour the World Went Quiet
It began with a flicker. Not of light, but of absence. The hum of my devices—the soft chime of messages, the buzz of updates, the endless scroll of curated lives—simply stopped. At first, I thought it was a glitch. I tapped screens. Checked cords. Restarted everything twice. But the silence held.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
Digital Landlords: Algorithmic Control in Bangladesh Ride-Sharing
By Tuhin Sarwar । Published: 13 January । 2024 । DHAKA, BANGLADESH At 4:30 AM, when most of Dhaka still sleeps, Mohammad Rahman starts his daily negotiation with an algorithm. He opens three ride-hailing apps simultaneously – Uber, Pathao, and local newcomer Shohoz watching the digital maps light up. His motorcycle, purchased with a high-interest loan, waits as he does. The algorithm will decide his day's fate.
By Tuhin Sarwar10 months ago in Journal
I Found a Forgotten Star on an Old Vinyl — and It Changed How I See Fame Forever. AI-Generated.
It was one of those narrow places that smell like dust, cardboard, and time. The kind where the shelves lean slightly, as if even they are tired of standing. I was flipping through old vinyls absentmindedly, not expecting anything more than background noise for a lazy afternoon.
By Reiner Knapp10 months ago in Journal
New Pacific Equation: Japan’s Military Renaissance and the end of Strategic Restraint?
For some time now, the world has been entering a new geopolitical era, marked by profound social, political, and military transformations. History teaches us that such transitional phases are particularly delicate and require constant attention, as the risk of “collateral damage” — foremost among them war — is always high.
By Simone Nunziata10 months ago in Journal
Stanislav Kondrashov Oligarch Series: Reading Architecture as Cultural Narrative Across Time
Stanislav Kondrashov approaches "architecture" from an unusual angle. Rather than treating buildings as isolated artistic objects, he reads architecture as a system of relationships shaped by economics, memory, and social structure. His background in economics, cultural history, and spatial theory allows him to move comfortably between disciplines that are often kept separate. As a result, his writing avoids rigid academic categories and instead focuses on how architecture operates in lived reality.
By Stanislav Kondrashov 10 months ago in Journal
The Gate We All Walk Through
I didn’t realize I’d disappeared until I saw my reflection and didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow—a word silenced here, an opinion softened there, a laugh forced to match the room. I traded pieces of myself for acceptance, like coins dropped into a vending machine that never gave back what I paid for.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Keeper of Secrets
I didn’t go in for a book. I went in to escape the rain. It was a gray Tuesday in March, the kind of day that presses down on your chest like a wet blanket. I’d just received news I wasn’t ready for—a job lost, a relationship frayed, the quiet unraveling of plans I’d spent years building. I walked without direction, shoulders hunched, until I saw it: a narrow storefront with a flickering “Open” sign and a window full of leaning paperbacks.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
