In his immortal book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, William Pirsig tells of an incident he experienced as a high school composition teacher. He told a classroom full of students to begin writing–something, anything. They couldn’t think of anything to write. He then suggested they write about something in the room. They still … More Why I don’t believe in magic
I grew up in the era of Dick Tracy. I spent every Sunday morning reading the comics out of the paper, and Dick Tracy and his two-way wrist radio–and later wrist TV–were always fascinating to me. (Almost as much as the anti-magnetic spaceship that some of the characters used to go to the moon, but … More For I live in a digital world, and I am a digital…boy.