I still drive my 1977 Honda Accord. The paint is almost all worn off. It's still running.

Save it for my unauthorized autobiography.

I'm reminded of the day my daughter came in, looked over my shoulder at some Perl 4 code, and said, 'What is that, swearing?

Real theology is always rather shocking to people who already think they know what they think. I'm still shocked myself.

Would you trust the linguistic intuitions of someone who has been studying Latin or Greek for three days?

Even the White House has a press agent.

Basically there's just so much stuff flowing past on the internet now, you have to let most of it go. And I've grown accustomed to the process of not worrying too much about the stuff I'm not getting to, because the important stuff will come back around.