If New Vegas foretells something about America's future, then the culture wars are all but over, and culture lost.

I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.

When wine drinkers tell me they taste notes of cherries, tobacco and rose petals, usually all I can detect is a whole lot of jackass.

Reporting in general makes me pretty nervous. But I realized: all the amazing work experiences of my life were thanks to reporting. So that forces you to go do it.

Online reaction is very different than real-world reaction.

I think the local food movement has been taken to idiotic extremes. And so I wrote about that and people got pissed.

I always thought that being at Time and tweaking your bosses and exploiting your expense account was just fun. Just joyous.

I'm not that clued into what people are that touchy about and how many of them there are and how niche these niches are.

People are different in different situations and people are different online than they are in real life.

I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I've gotten thicker skin mostly from being older. You just stop caring quite as much about everything.

Synchronicity is the soul's reminder of authorship.

You can't achieve the dream if you're pleasing the team

An important question to ask is, 'Where and when did decoration and utility first meet?

The moment an individual can accept and forgive him or herself, even a little, is the moment in which he or she becomes to some degree lovable.

I cannot write music. I cannot play the piano.

You might be a redneck if you can tell your age by the number of rings in the bathtub.

I feel like I'm being too Zen. I'm inhaling too much patchouli and incense. It's embarrassing.

The treasures of your life will present themselves to you only if you really are open to them.

Sometimes I think I'm real predictable to myself and other times... you always wonder, Is this really what I wanted to do? Did I make a mistake? Should I be doing something else?