By special request. This six-year-old post on my old community site - on how we choose to allocate our time and effort in the world, and what comes of that effort - remains frighteningly relevant.

Man, sometimes I really, really miss Marginwalker.

OK, I threw up a little in my mouth too. But there's an underlying affinity with 96 Hours here, and the essential idea can be developed less nauseatingly.

Balazs' Standard chain tries something new and different on Biscayne Bay

Gets the big "hmmmm"

Or: Why can't I be both and neither?

Metrosexual boot camp, from only $525!

Dept. of Unforeseen Consequences

"She was wedged in," he said. "She couldn't avoid it." Rrrrright.

Should this scare the shit out of me?

Spiraling self-reference!