Apparently, the only thing mosquitoes are really good at is spreading disease. Anything they do (pollination, serving as food for birds and fish) can be done by other species who don't bite humans and drink human blood.

As I grew frustrated with wrestling with Foursquare's bizarre password reset system that either kept asking me for the password that I couldn't remember or asking me to log in first, I got to pondering:

Worried that if I start, then I won't finish
all these loose wayward threads
I am still shuffling, still scavenging
untying knots and burning frayed ends

If it's dry, moisten it. If it's moist, dry it. If you're not on steroids, start using them. If you are on steroids, stop taking them. — almost everything I learned about dermatology, taught to me by a general surgeon

The faster and faster you go, the more and more energy it takes to continuing accelerating, almost, but never quite reaching the speed of light

So a little more than a year and a half ago, weird things started happening at my house.

Maciej Stachowiak, who is on the Apple Safari development team, has no intention of breaking the web (seen on Daring Fireball)

for all you unfortunate folk who purchased an iBook between May 2002 and April 2003, this program is for you.

I am reminded of something that Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote in his epilogue to The Scarlet Letter. To paraphrase: love and hate are not very different emotions. (A more diametric opposite to love would be apathy and indifference.) Both require intimate knowledge of one's object of desire/derision. Both seem to exhibit characteristics that our modern age has deemed to name co-dependent behavior. Just as it is seemly to care about what one's beloved thinks of them when one is in love, in parallel, one who exhibits hatred often does so because they care too much about what the other person thinks of him/her. To rephrase it in pseudo-psychiatric lingo, the other person starts becoming an obsession, an idee fixee, that impinges upon one's own personal identity (as much as I think Freud was a quack, I will use his term ego.)

now I know I promised to stop being so pessimistic, but this sig I stole from someone made me laugh: