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Two paths diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Ever felt like you’re just wandering aimlessly through life? Ever wish someone would just show you the way? Tell you what […]

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Alert and loyal reader, Jake Wisse, noticed that I’ve been “phoning it in lately with non-Chris content,” and was good enough to continue enabling my personal mediocrity by sending along the following interesting content (thanks Jake!):
Here is the Washington Post’s Mensa Invitational, which once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter […]

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“We have, consequently, the comparatively complex problem in educating our young of training them not simply to assume uncritically the patterns of the past, but to recognize and cultivate their own creative possibilities; not to remain on some proven level of earlier biology and sociology, but to represent a movement of the species forward.” […]

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Can’t remember?
Don’t feel bad.
Seth Godin says:
“It’s easy to underestimate how difficult it is for someone to become curious. For 7, 10,15 years of school, you are required to not be curious. Over and over and over again, the curious are punished.”
Got a minute (or five)? Check out the rest of what he […]

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I know my timing may be a little off here, but is it ever too early to start talking about this?

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I was scanning through educational articles this evening (because I’m a complete nerd) and found these interesting brain facts. Use them as you wish. But remember, with great knowledge comes great responsibility.

Billions of bits of information pass through your brain every second of your life.
Messages in your brain travel through trillions of neural […]

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Often lately I’ve been reflecting upon my childhood.
Not so much in the psychoanalytical sense of searching for traumatic events or emotional scars or anything like that. But because, as I remember it, I used to have a lot more fun.
Today, as an adult, I worry too damn much. And I think too […]

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Normally, when confronting salvation army bell ringers, I try to look very busy and avoid eye contact. They make me feel guilty. If I can go out of my way to avoid them by sneaking in a side or back entrance I will.
I’m a jerk, make no excuses for it, and have no […]

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