"That is what death means. We exist in the minds of other people, in thousands of memory clusters, and one by one those clusters fade and disappear. Some years from now, at a funeral with a slide show, only one person will be able to say who we were. Then no one will know."

"I owe my livelihood to technology and I love the raw capability it offers us as a tool, but I fear it a bit more than most people do. It's a tool, but it's not quite a hammer, because a hammer doesn't seduce you into sitting around lonely in your underwear for 6 hours at a stretch clicking on youtube videos and refreshing Twitter. I fear technology because I fear that bad feeling I get after a three day XBox binge I go through every year around the holidays. I fear technology not because I think it's evil, but because it's too easy to start clicking and never stop, even if the stream of data starts to go from meaningful to useless after the top 5%."

"What does it mean to be human? Julian Baggini meets with scientists who aspire to take evolution into their own hands ..."

"57. To save time, assume your wife is right."

"I feel, 'Hang on, I don't understand why we're doing this yet,'" says Utley later, sipping coffee in a pub garden just up the hill. "We've come from our kitchens with our kids, and suddenly we're walking on stage and playing at a festival in front of 30,000 people. How does that relate to our lives now? I'm finding it hard to come to terms with."

""What, you thought that she was the dark lady who arrives in the dark car and gets wheeled out?" Utley chuckles. "That's interesting… Beth's a day-to-day person: we can talk about bread or how crap it is when you can't park; how awful it is when your relationship ends or one of your parents dies, as well as what washing-up gloves to get. There's a darkness within everyone and she's in touch with that stuff. And that's more interesting to her than singing 'Get up, get on up', which is fantastic when James Brown does it, but I can't imagine her doing that."

"Wake up between 7 and 8 a.m. as per your usual wake up time, not by an alarm but by some anxious sort of internal day calendar that reminds you via a persistent feeling of urgency how busy you are and that there actually just isn’t enough time to do so many of the things you want to get done today."

-- Story of my life

Maira Kalman, "The Omnivore's Dilemma" author Michael Pollan, the Edible Schoolyard in California, slow food.