Assorted Thoughts to the Tune of "Modern Man's Hustle"

Thought of the day: Nothing that happens is perfect. Which means, everything that happens is perfect, so everyone should just chill.

This occurred to me today as I reflected on the two months that I've now lived in Minneapolis, which is notable because it's been different than I expected. Which, in turn, is notable because that's alright. It's all alright.

Anna, Anders and I went in for our first session of bartending school today. It was awesome. The bars and bottles are real, but the liquid is all colored water. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little sad tossing one drink after another, looking for all the world like tasty cocktails, down the drain.

Anyone who has any interest in either technology or philosophy and human existence should read The Age of Spiritual Machines. It was my "serious" reading on the road trip, and it's been simmering in my mind ever since; I have a suspicion that the contents of that book will be important to me in the future.

Currently, I'm reading my dad's copy of Guns, Germs and Steel, which is also pretty interesting reading. There is something very appealing to me about the Aristotelian approach to history and anthropology; I often react badly to those fields because I'm compelled to call BS on so many of the assumptions. Of course, neither Kurzweil nor Diamond have avoided rubbing that nerve completely, but they both seem a little more cautious and grounded than I'm accustomed to.

In the past few weeks I've successfully cooked two chicken breasts, and both were juicy, tasty and delicious. This may sound trivial to most, but I trust that those who know me will be duly impressed.

The tunes have moved on to "Nothing But Sunshine." Rock on.