"Apple Juice!" rings out into a toy riddled home voiced by my nearly four year old son Sam as I shuffle through the door from work. My wife is presently meeting her own set of demands from our ten month old teething daughter Maddie; so I quickly segue from dead ass tired dude to dearly doting dad. This is any given afternoon in our thirty-ish lower middle class lives.
We are children who grew up in the '80s and '90s. We saw the cordless phone mutate into the google anything in a second soapbox smart phone. We lost fortunes in our twenties on the silk road-skeptical at the possibilities of bitcoin. We watched the world become interconnected at every turn and bicker like old siblings. We've watched the world turn on and turn on itself, but the smallest light can illuminate the dark.
So if one can empathize with this perspective, dialogue, or engage in any capacity I hope to seek the small light in this vast room and grow it with you. I hope to share the things that I find positive in this world and spread them on to whomever. I hope to share the places that as yet still need some light.
Admittedly I wax philosophically more than I opine, but isn't the world inundated with facts anyways. As the Talking Heads said, "Facts are useless in emergencies." When one runs off the road and is launching over the cliff, does the last oil change really matter? Do we really need our facts and food processed for us? Do we really need Stophersdinnerz?
