"I'm with the little man. I wouldn't be with the "superman" characters for all the money in the world. You know, the characters in Ayn Rand and Heinlein who have such a contempt for everybody. Because one day that little man is gonna rise up and punch the superman out and I want to be there when it happens."

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I'm 45 years old today. So far it doesn't seem like a bad age to be. I’ve been unusually stoked about this birthday. Not sure why. Maybe because most people I’ve known get to this age, look around, and realize they’re not very happy. I’ve hit my share of “watermark” birthdays like that, but this time is different. I’m very happy with my life, with ( Read more... )

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You are not your job.
You are not how much you have in the bank.
You are not the contents of your wallet.
You are not your f*cking Khakis.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Below is a response to a brief snippet from this post by karma_sue. In context it really doesn’t relate to the experience K is relating, but the question posed touched a deep cord in me. It’s not something I’m normally inclined to talk about, but neither is it the sort of thing that often presents itself the opportunity to be brought to light. I beg ( Read more... )

Years ago, in what seemed at the time my darkest hour, I met a girl with the deepest eyes and an earthy smile and a mind that held dreams which I longed to know, who made me think, “See, there is hope ( Read more... )