Spent the weekend in Chicago so that my wife could run the marathon. I walked around the “bean” where this weird dude kept following me, giving me nasty looks.

here’s proof that Boulder is a magical place. . . out of nowhere, a giant chocolate-covered almond appeared in my hands.

A troubling sign that I found in the woods near an abandoned cabin site. The last line is particularly disturbing. “When I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” Whoever wrote this was obviously worried about zombies.

while charging our car in phoenix, we walked into a mall. . . . malls strive to be somewhere between boutique shopping and an amusement park, but never accomplish either

this is a lousy photo. . . you can even see my reflection in the window. . . but, eh, I like it

Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. 
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues.
Did not go forth of us, ‘twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch’d
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use.

Measure for Measure – Shakespeare