Branch-hopping from maple to madrona to pine, 
Dark as a missing piece of midnight sky.  
Coursing through forests sunk in mist
Laughing as the sun almost rises on another
Ca-ha-ha! dripping toneless day.
 
This was a story is a bit of self-indulgence written and read aloud to
a classroom of elementary students at Riviera Elementary on career day.
At least that's how I remember it. 
It is not possible to make a lasting compromise between technology and freedom,
because technology is by far the more powerful social force and
​continually encroaches on freedom through repeated compromises.
- Ted Kaczynski
as quoted in Lapham's Quarterly
What would you do, if you weren't afraid? 
This story is adapted from the Chandogya Upanishad, circa 700 b.c.
I thought I'd give it sort of conversational retelling. I honestly didn't change much. 
I've spent a lot of my adult life thinking about cars, making cars emotionally desirable.
​The funny thing is, I'm really more of a bike guy. ​