On memory and photographs

Someday, I'll be you: remembered best in the half-baked memories of grand-children who'll dream of stars and die too soon -- beauty trapped in tangled fibers.

Words too unkind for a mother (of a different kind)

Someone once told me that they saw nature as a "disgusting" system that rewarded organisms for adopting an every-thing-for-itself modus operandus. While agreeing with the basics of what was said -- nature can be a "cruel" mistress, and it does revolve around death and killing -- I, on the other hand, see it as a staggeringly beautiful system partly because this cruelty needs to exist in order to create all the incredible diversity we see around us -- including intelligent folk like us, who can then sit around and contemplate how contemptuous and disgusting it is.

Why I like Worldchanging

Optimism can't just be an add-on. It needs to be the focus -- the key ingredient -- the sugar without which the medicine offers no cure.

Worldchanging homepage

Riddlenigma

Sometimes I like to think of myself as a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a guy who's too lazy to use a thesaurus.

Bringing back the old standard

I think we should bring back the gold standard. And of course, by gold standard, I clearly mean the gold star system, circa grades one through four.

Things to do with mobile internet

I can't wait to fix my phone so that I can access the Facebook mobile application again. After instants of meticulous research, I've come to the conclusion that the internet needs more pleasurably inconsequential nonsense, so I'm going to start taking pictures of all the beards I come across each day. That way, I can upload them directly into my "Beards" album. Each beard will be given a name like "Smarmy Beard", "Dastardly Beard", or "Likely-Contains-Cookie-Treasure Beard".

I will love them all equally.