I know nothing about the economy.
Finished "The Return of Depression Economics and the crisis of 2008" by Krugman a few days ago. He tries to simplify everything into analogies that are meant to be digestible by the average person, and succeeds on many accounts (I know more about how no one knows how to fix things now?), but mostly I got out of the book that I know less about the economy than previously thought.Curiousness about evolutionary psychology: fulfilledCuriousness about the economy: itching itching itching...

the seeds of moti...
the seeds of motion winnow and worry,between the stillness of our everyday routine.they are creeping roots in a microscopic flurryamong the mundane thoughts they remain unseen.and so we go to work each dayas the colors wash so slightly awayand world tints so unnoticibly gray..we barely notice we've wandered astray,if at all.

No impact man, making exactly the wrong impact.
I was watching the Colbert Report during lunch the other day and saw this guy Colin Beavan on the show, talking about his book documenting his experience of living a year making zero net impact on the environment. No Impact Man, he dubbed himself. He took no elevators, walked to work, grew a garden, etc etc. all in the name of showing people that being green is easy. Colbert might have jokingly declared that he wanted Beavan to make no impact on the issue, but I am completely serious when I say that he's making exactly the wrong kinds of impact.Let me explain before the

Interesting.
In college, one of my good friends who went to another school and I would often end up talking about the Free Palestine movement on our respective campuses and how it'd always overreact to everything the Israeli student movements did and vice versa. We'd also often note how minority groups (those that were organized - often part of Recruitment and Retention Centers) would construe every little thing as a slight to their culture or race.It always seemed excessive and unnecessary, and mostly made me dislike how radical the racial and cultural student groups often were (or seemed at least).And then I came across this today ..."In many universitie

I would claim tha...
I would claim that my love for the outsideis greater than all of the outside combined.sparkling playfully on shallow streamsand wallowing in the depths of subterranean caves.in the massive weight of General Sherman's beams,and the lapping ripples of gentle waves.in the chameleons colorful disguiseand the clever evolution of seeing eyes,that is where my love resides.And simple math would deducethat if love is greater than moose,than love cannot ⊆ moose..it would pour out as from a sluice.So, I have a devised a clever plan,to put some of it inside to carry with,and the rest invi