I went to school with a guy named Truxton. He and I played football together, and he knocked me out once because he's bigger and strong than I am.

History is powerful stuff. One day your world is fine. The next day it's knocked for a metaphysical loop. Was Napoleon really at Waterloo? Would that change what I had for breakfast?

They say dreams are the windows of the soul-take a peek and you can see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts.

There's an old saying that if you come back to the place where you became a man, you will remember all those things you need to be happy... That saying never made sense to me, but I thought it was worth a try.

It's hard enough to tell good stories about people who analyze information for a living. It's even harder to do a good show about people who think for a living.

After my recent brush with voicelessness, I thought I'd share with you a few thoughts about speech. Don't take it lightly my friends. If music is the pathway to the heart as Voltaire suggested, then speech is the pathway to other people. Live in silence and you live alone.

I went to school with a guy named Truxton. He and I played football together, and he knocked me out once because he's bigger and strong than I am.