I Just Have This Feeling That If

At The Risk Of Appearing Disingenuous, I Don't Really Think Of Myself As 'writing Humor.' I'm Simply Reporting On The World I Observe, Which Is Frequently Hilarious.

I've Never Written Nearly As Much About Place As People Seem To Think I Do. I Just Write About Class.

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

Hbo Is Really Famous For Hiring Good People And Staying Out Of Their Way Until They Ask For Help, Or Need It. And That Reputation Is Earned.

I Can Be Glib And Truthful All At Once.