The Lesson We Have Yet To Learn

To My Great Surprise, Twitter Is Not Housed In A Silver Pod That Orbits Earth At Supersonic Speeds, Vacuuming Up And Then Dispersing Digital Bits Of Worldwide Chitchat; It's In A Big, Bland Office Building In Downtown San Francisco, Near A Bowling Alley And An Old Navy.

You Have To Simply Love Writing, And You Have To Remind Yourself Often That You Love It.

I Remember, When I Was A Kid, Watching My Mother Jam Herself Into Her Girdle - A Piece Of Equipment So Rigid It Could Stand Up On Its Own - And I Remember Her Coming Home From Fancy Parties And Racing Upstairs To Extricate Herself From Its Cruel Iron Grip.

Buying A Car Used To Be An Experience So Soul-scorching, So Confidence-splattering, So Existentially Rattling That An Entire Car Company Was Based On The Promise That You Wouldn't Have To Come In Contact With It.

I Suppose I Do Have One Embarrassing Passion- I Want To Know What It Feels Like To Care About Something Passionately.