game over

life is like a board game. no matter how many pieces you collect, no matter how much property you acquire, countries you invade, opponents you bankrupt, money you collect, at the end of the game, it's all moot.

your money and other game pieces are no good.

everything goes back in the box, only to gather dust.

propaganda

national anthems are merely hymns of propaganda of nations - governments and borders that wax and wane and change hands at the whims of mere mortals.

we are all born human, merely different by thought and peril.

as a man for all humans, i can't condone war, so i stand for global health.

fools and progeny

we are the most foolish specie on this planet.

you may think we're made of molecules and magic (since we can't really replicate life), but we're really made of time. as we sit here, we're aging, or if you're morbid, we're dying. so everything we do is a measurement of time, which makes its mark on us as age. no matter how much we make, how little or how much we do, or how much plastic surgery we get, we age. so everything we put each passing second into, we're putting a part of our lives into.

so we're all in this rat race, putting our time - our lives - into 9 to 5s (if you're fortunate), putting our lives into our jobs (that some of you really hate) for the sake of money. and we put that money into things. so we put our lives into things and spend all day worrying about our things. what if my house burns down? what if someone dings my car door? what if i spill water on my laptop? what if a hurricane tears through my vacay house in the carib? what happened to that weed whacker i lent my neighbor? where are my video games?

we project our lives into stupid physical objects. and the wiser of us procreate. they project themselves onto their children. love them. watch them grow. the better of us do good. we project onto other people. we do good for the world.

because at the end of the day, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Cancer

What if you could know the exact instance when you get cancer?

Magic school bus

I know someone was on LSD when they wrote this show, but...what if we shrank down an army down to 150nm per person and injected them into someone's body. How many people would we need to send in with shrunken swords and laser pointers to fend off an infection. Also, how much would we charge? #shrinktheworld

another obsession/fascination

i've been fascinated about leadership for the last nine years. motivators, detractors, etc.

and i recently had an epiphany about bullying. bullies always seem to win because they have their own interest in mind. i'd imagine a kid with bully parents in the middle of a WFP region would weigh more. i'd imagine a company with a $252.56 billion market cap that bullies its competitors would rise above the rest. the point being self interest, even if that self is a company. when is the last time you borrowed or rented something and treated it like your own? if you actually name a time, i'm more apt to call b.s. rather than put you on a pedestal.

and i connected the two.

a job at a company, from mailroom clerk to CEO, is just a loan. the title of the position has been temporarily lent out to you. the trick is to make people think they own it.

obsessions

i have an unhealthy obsession for fleece, string instruments, chamomile tea, and tacos...among other things. so a perfect day just might entail me bundled in fleece, eating tacos and sipping tea, while blasting david garrett, edgar meyer, yo-yo ma, joshua bell, and bond.