The Psychiatrist's Last Stand
article about Second Life, and I think it may be one of the last I read from him. Not because it’s bad, but because it’s so very good.
There comes a time as a regular reader, that you just outgrow a writer. Not because they are worse, but because you’ve fully assimilated their perspective into your own, and their writing isn’t the challenging journey it once was.
It’s like your kids going to college on their own, or like a student who bests the master. There’s no greater honor for a writer.
The Awesome Power of Forgiveness
I wept like a heart broken child just now. It's not a cute and shocking metaphor. I was literally wracked with sobs, convulsing in the fetal position on this couch in the San Francisco Bay Area until about 30 seconds ago. This requires some context. I'll tell the whole story some day, but here's a summary. ## The Fall [My dad] was a great guy, and a perfectly normal 9-to-5 suburban suit. That's why the news that he had died of a cocaine overdose hit me like a ton of bricks. Actually he mixed coke, a $20 bottle of Merlot,...
How to Choose Your Emotions
We think our emotions happen **to** us. The internal experience of an emotion makes it feel inevitable. Our language even tricks us: *that phone bill **made** me angry*. But that's an illusion. To prove that our reactions and experiences are entirely within our control, I present one Thích Quảng Đức. Thich Quang Duc Self-Immolates (Click to Enlarge) Thích Quảng Đức, a Buddhist monk, burned himself alive in 1963. If you're like me, your skin crawled and your heart jumped when you saw this picture. We project our expected internal experience on him, so we vicariously experience *agony* when we see...