(about Kindles) I have one and I use it most nights. I always imagine the books staring and whispering, Traitor!

When every single piece of media you consume is time-shifted, does that mean it's actually you that's time-shifted?

Imagination runs out. But it makes sense, right? We probably just imagine things based on what we already know, and we run out of analogies in the thirty-first century.

I walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. I’d probably just google it.

If this sounds impressive to you, you’re over thirty.

This girl has the spark of life. This is my primary filter for new friends (girl- and otherwise) and the highest compliment I can pay. I've tried many times to figure out exactly what ignites it -- what cocktail of characteristics come together in the cold, dark cosmos to form a star. I know it's mostly in the face -- not just the eyes, but the brow, the cheeks, the mouth, and the micromuscles that connect them all. Kat's micromuscles are very attractive.

All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain site.