What if we are not primarily thinking creatures, but creatures of habit? What if we are not driven mainly by what we know, but by what we love? My review of this powerful book from James K. Smith.
A blog post at Nautilus argues that we need a whole new class of experts who study the science of stupidity. I don't know, but I suspect that such people already exist.
It's quite simple, really: A public pension, encouragement to keep going, and assurance that not all the stories worth telling have been told. Bonus content: portrait of a (local) artist, plus an update on what I'm reading and writing.