From an interview with Clint Eastwood on Schwarzenegger’s politcal aspirations:

“The sex life thing and all that stuff may backfire if the Democrats try to push it, because we heard so much about it from Clinton and people may just say, ‘Give me a break already.’ If the tabloids say Arnold had an affair with a German shepherd or something, I don’t know if people will pay much attention. The tabloids will be all over his past, but the majority of the people who read the tabloids probably don’t vote.”

Make sure you read that German shepherd part in your best Clint Eastwood voice.

Today was the last day PublixDirect will be delivering groceries. That sucks. I loved PublixDirect.

Take the advancements of the last fifty years and compare the technology to things that would have been thought of as witchcraft or wizardry a few hundred years ago. There are devices that let you store an entire library in a containter that is roughly the size of a single book. There are devices that allow instantaneous, face-to-face, visual conversation with a person on the other side of the planet—if they even happen to be on the planet (we are no longer bound to it anymore.) There are tiny little gadgets that allow you to send the contents of your letter—something that used to take months—almost as quickly as you can think it. Don’t feel like writing your message down? That’s okay too, you can just call them up on that same little piece of plastic that you are carrying around in your pocket.

This thought was inspired by Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans—magical works of modern day alchemists. In a bag of these magical beans, grass tastes like grass—whether that is magic or chemistry is inconsequential—the perception is that you just ate grass. Magic.