Not getting rid of it. Replacing it.

The message I got from my brain yesterday (my post-flailing newly-descrambled charged-up brain) was as follows: Replace worry. To which I said, huh? And then I got this: Replace worry with curiosity. Curiosity. I like this so much. And here’s why. It’s...

Slightly Future Me and the P of X.

I’ve been projectizing like crazy at the Rally (Rally!) … and then I got myself into a plonter and had to untangle a bit. (Also, really? The last time I said plonter here – August 2007? That can’t be right.) Here’s what happened. Asking...
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