We do an epically bad job of acknowledging one another's work and checking our sources.

You can't dingleberry that! That's a flagrant misuse of the dingleberry!

I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!

Every second of your definitionally temporary consciousness, you are choosing how you spend something that will not last forever.

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.

I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.