Americans are a quarter of a billion people who have almost nothing in common except for the fact they’ve been told they have lots in common.
Only losers make decisions when things are bad. The time to rejig your life is the time when it’s seemingly smooth.
Being asked what animal you’d like to be is a trick question; you’re already an animal.
When you grow up these days, you’re told you’re going to have four or five different careers during your lifetime. But what they don’t tell you is that you’re also going to be four or five different people along the way.
Los Angelenos dress like they’ve been focus-grouped.
Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.
I think the killers get far too much attention.
Time perception is very much about how you sequence your activities, how many activities you layer overtop of others, and the types of gaps, if any, you leave in between activities.
STRANGELOVE REPRODUCTION: Having children to make up for the fact that one no longer believes in the future.
Shopping is Not Creating.
Marketing is essentially about feeding the poop back to diners fast enough to make them think they’re still getting real food.
Give parents the tiniest of confidences and they’ll use them as crowbars to jimmy you open and rearrange your life with no perspective.
OPTION PARALYSIS: The tendency, when given unlimited choices, to make none.
NOSTALGIA IS A WEAPON.
I kind of wonder if creativity is all morphing into one big thing that’s not even art, but something universal and bigger.
I mean five thousand years ago people emerge out of nowhere -sproing!- with brains and everything and begin wrecking the planet. You’d think we’d give the issue a little more thought than we do.
A good piece of technology dreams of the day when it will be replaced by a newer piece of technology. This is one definition of progress.
You really have to wonder why we even bother to get up in the morning. I mean, really: Why work? Simply to buy more stuff?
There are few, if any, Canadian men that have never spelled their name in a snow bank.
Las Vegas is a SimCity game gone horribly wrong.