Life has sped up to light-speed.

I can feel the days slamming down one after the other like dominoes under an old man's palm.

Wha-BAM! Less than 2 months left in SF. Take that! Now seven weeks! Hi-YA!

A vortex approaches my life, or vice-versa.

It's okay. I gotta shake it off.

Maybe this tank would help protect us. It's also perfect for Burning Man.

Or take a moment for a fascinating read about rubber duckies afloat on the seas for years.

Then there's this little known letter from GWdB, to Nigeria.

And at last but certainly not least, allow Slash to make you an offer you can't refuse.

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