A conversation between me and my hypothetical son, 10 years from now
Son: Dad, why are all your pictures blurry and weird colors?
Me: Because that's the way we liked them. They were "vintage" looking.
Son: That's dumb.
Me: You're dumb, son.
Okay. I might’ve gotten a little crazy with the fried shallots, but what can I say? I love shallots.
Twice a year swarms of terrible drivers in ill-fitting suits and modest dresses descend on downtown Salt Lake City to attend a big Mormon conference. And each time for as long as I can remember, the weather turns cold and wet. Weird coincidence, no?
I used to really over-think things. Now I really under-think things. I don’t know at what point this switched, because I don’t remember a point where there was a happy middle.
This thought brought to you without much thought.
Google co-founder Larry Page brought up a good point yesterday at the conference that I’m attending: if we spent more money on reporters in the foreign wars we’re entangled in, the overall cost of the war would likely go down due to the excesses being reported. Checks and balances: not just good for legislators.
I used to wear glasses. They were green, titanium wire frames. Going through pictures from a 2002 trip to Europe, *that’s* what stands out to me. That I used to wear glasses. Et tu?
