In our researches on the likely economic apocalypse it's become clear what is the prime survival tool for hard times: friends. Good friends. Lots of them.

You own your own words, unless they contain information. In which case they belong to no one.

If all of your electricity in your lifetime came from nuclear [energy], the waste from that lifetime of electricity would go in a Coke can.

Many of my contemporaries in the developed world see subsistence farming as soulful and organic, but it is a poverty trap and an environmental disaster.

The main problem with solar on the Earth's surface is that it is so intermittent, and we don't have decent storage yet.

When a fantasy turns you on, you're obligated to God and nature to start doing it right away.

Do what's good for humans, modeled on how humans already do things; ignore what's convenient for computers.