I don’t know anything. Everytime I am out in the world my bubble of brilliance and superior mental prowess is popped and I am left with the obvious conclusion that I am an idiot.

I was driving across the Nevada desert and there was mining everywhere. How do you mine? You can’t just grab a shovel and go out and find some tungsten. I could learn. I could spend countless hours pouring over books, working in the field and making my very own tungsten mine come to fruition. I have no knowledge at all right now. I am ignorant.

My friend here in Corvallis, Oregon is married to a guy who started an independent film theater. How does that work? How do you get up one day and decide to run film for an audience?

I cook and people are baffled by my prowess sometimes. I used to be a computer god and now I’m a computer ignorant. I can’t even begin to guess at the inner workings of my pickup, that dark and mysterious place underneath the hood, filled with demons and angels, or it might as well be considering how little I know about that stuff. I am a slug in front of the wheels of life.

[note: it's no fun to pick a slug you just ran over out of your mountain bike tires...this I do know]

There’s so much specialized knowledge about everything in this crazy little world. It is amazing anything works at all.

Driving over the American lands, there are all those people who are going to all those places doing all sorts of stuff that is a mystery. The wonder of this is that it all adds up to a society that kind of works. Things get moved around, people use them, they make more things, make money, push information, push people around and it all kind of works out without anyone having a clue as to what’s really going on. That’s pretty fucking amazing when you think about it.