Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.

Everyone wants to be tested and challenged. Everyone would like a good, honest fight to exhaust their frustrations.

Why do I do anything?' she says. 'I'm educated enough to talk myself out of any plan. To deconstruct any fantasy. Explain away any goal. I'm so smart I can negate any dream.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

In all probability the Human Genome Project will, someday, find that I carry some recessive gene for optimism, because despite all my best efforts I still can't scrape together even a couple days of hopelessness. Future scientists will call it the Pollyanna Syndrome, and if forced to guess, I'd say that mine has been a way-long case history of chasing rainbows.