In communist Russia no one wanted to be seen to be the first person to stop clapping for Stalin In America today

Mother Goose was always considere… a good enough mother Until lately we realized her failure to smother It was unanimous

You could say I tried stand-up but for the audience it was more like when the flight attendant demonstrates how to put on your own oxygen mask…

All words are defined by other words except for God’s rule

When I was a baby My mother wiped my bum Social media, then, is the fountai… As I become its obedient child Every time it wipes my memory

A sliver of moon follows us home in the car How nice to be fooled

Gaslight, gas bright First-class I seek tonight I wish I may I wish I might Have the wishful thought

A man wants the mother of his children to be a chef in the kitchen “imaginative” in the bedroom a shrink in the living room

Optimism Hope without optimism Hope against hope Unconditional surrender Noncontingent being

I’ve started blind copying my wife on emails to myself

Optimists dance the two-step: It’s going to get worse before it gets better Pessimists plod

I have a bad habit of predicting the future; it has kept me alive but only to fight another day And yes, my brain is pattern-seeki…

Looking back on college it’s unclear if I was a party animal party mineral or party vegetable

We’re always free to serve ourselves– Liberation is the process of freely choosing to serve others

You’ll know the movement for justice has ceased when everyone and everything comes to a standstill