Snoopy’s advice sucks
If you know me at all, you'll know that I suffer from a persistent, constant, never-ending existential crisis. I think about death all the time. More that you could ever imagine.In…
You see a leaf. I see something so much worse.
Want to know how I think? How I exist?I was standing on the Old Drake Hill Flower Bridge in Simsbury, CT with my wife and children. It was a spectacular…
Perhaps a near-death experience is a good thing. At least one therapist seems to think so.
A mental health therapist recently said this in a comment to a post on the blog:"I frequently try to bring on an existential crisis in a client to help them…
My son has become a non-stop death machine.
Ever since our cat, Owen, died last month, my four year-old son Charlie has been obsessed with death. Specifically his own death. This has not been good for me, given that I…
Deep, scary, philosophical Star Trek thoughts.
Somehow a discussion about how the transporters work on Star Trek had me in an existential panic.Granted, this is easier to accomplish with me than most people, but still. This…
Charlie’s all-too familiar existentialist dilemma
My three year-old son: "I slept so long last night, Daddy, and I didn't die."Apparently Charlie and I share exactly the same fear as we lie down each night. Poor boy.
Not quite immortality, but 95 is a decent start.
If you know me at all, you know that an enormous part of my mental energy is directed at my relentless fear of death. It is more constant and overwhelming than…
I wrote about a dream I had last night. Three dreams, actually. But hearing about dreams usually sucks, so feel free to ignore.
I had a dream last night that I needed to be at a wedding in four hours but was more than four hours away. I started driving like a maniac,…
Now I have to worry about falling cows. Great.
The Telegraph reports on a Brazilian man who died after a cow fell through his roof and landed on top of him. As a person who suffers from an ongoing,…
The thread of melancholy is unavoidable for this parent
Slate’s John Dickerson writes about the regret he feels about not inviting his parents’ friends to his wedding for Slate’s wedding issue. This paragraph, which deals with parenthood, was especially…
