Sometimes something really different comes along. This is one of those times:
The Walking Dead is a TV show. About zombies. And a global apocalypse. Some people think it's more realistic than others:
Gurman was arrested and charged with attempted murder in Long Island, after reportedly shooting his girlfriend in the back, with a .22 caliber rifle during an extended, heated argument about whether The Walking Dead, which isn't real, could actually come true and turn us all into brainless bottom-feeders. After that, shit evidently got too real.
Why do I ride? Given the choice, I almost always choose two wheels over four. Granted, I make exceptions for snowy weather and carrying big loads, but seriously, how often do I find myself in those situations? Never, anymore.
Why do I ride? Because my brain lights up and my worries wash away. Because I am integrated with amazing machinery and with the road. Because it's serious fun.
Years ago I read an article that tries to answer the question of why people ride, and I recently found it again:
OK, this weekend was the perfect combination of exhausting and fun! It's been a long time since I've had this much fun. What was I doing? I'm glad you asked!
One of the newer themed fun-runs is the Run for Your Lives event, a zombie-infested obstacle course about 5 km long. Everyone gathers together in groups and heads out.
The first fun part about the weekend was doing the run. Between zombies, hills, mud, electric fences, and lots of other obstacles, it was a blast.
I'm a big fan of sleight of hand and magic. I especially like close-up magic, the kind where you are inches away from the performer and can watch intently as he or she tries to deceive you.
I'm also a big fan of exposing tricks for what they are, tricks. I believe understanding magic is a promising pathway to realizing that science can explain things that seem mysterious to us now, that there really are answers out there if we are willing to ask questions and study our universe.
Drawing in the sand at a very large scale:
We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!
Black Friday is a strange American phenomenon: millions of people line up in the middle of the night in order to take advantage of the opportunity to shop in a giant crowd. I don't really get it:
The number of insiders speaking out against Scientology is increasing over the last few years. In this interview, Hy Levy discusses life as a high-pressure, hard sell salesman for the 20 years he sold church services:
Levy's weekly quota, set by the church, started at $200,000 but fluctuated through the years, reaching $350,000.