Its Sort Of My Job To Feel

The Best We Can Do, To Paraphrase Pollan, Is To Eat Whole Foods, Mostly Plants, And Not Too Much.

If My Former Self And My Current Self Met For Coffee, They'd Get Along Ok, But They'd Both Probably Walk Out Of The Starbucks Shaking Their Heads And Saying To Themselves, “that Guy Is Kinda Delusional.”

I Love It When The Bible Gives Emily Post-like Tips That Are Both Wise And Easy To Follow.

Let Me Tell You, Though: Being The Smartest Boy In The World Wasn’t Easy. I Didn’t Ask For This. I Didn’t Want This. On The Contrary, It Was A Huge Burden. First, There Was The Task Of Keeping My Brain Perfectly Protected. My Cerebral Cortex Was A National Treasure, A Masterpiece Of The Sistine Chapel Of Brains. This Was Not Something That Could Be Treated Frivolously. If I Could Have Locked It In A Safe, I Would Have. Instead, I Became Obsessed With Brain Damage.

I Don't Believe That Prayers Actually Change God's Mind - If There Is A God - But I Liked Praying For People In Need. It Was Like Moral Weightlifting. I Tend To Be Self-obsessed, And It Was Nice To Get Out Of My Brain Once In A While.