Taking a dump...blackout

Our society needs to restablish a culture of swag.

The sweetest melody that playson starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening earsand calming to beleaguering fears, I call a symphony on air―the song of sweet, still silence rare.

The shadow of the passions of the moment transversed this grand and gentle spirit occupied with eternal things.

All celebrated people lose dignity on a close view.

Better may not be as good as the best, but better is surprisingly hard to obtain. And better is actually harder than worse.

We need an energy bill that encourages consumption.

As a homeschooling parent, I have often wondered who learns more in our family, the parent or the child. The topic I seem to be learning the most about is the nature of learning itself.

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

I'm pretty much living my dream job, but one day I would love to dedicate more time to writing and performing my own music.

I grew up in Winnipeg, in the Canadian midwest, the fifth child. It was a great household to grow up in - I was loved to sweet death.

An overflow of good converts to bad.