I submitted this one to the Desert Botanical Garden photo contest.

I figure I can write a novel on Twitter in 100 days. That’s 1000 words per day, with an average of 20 words per post…so, 50 Tweets per day.

Testing out naming now.

From an article on Mental Floss called Is Your Sense of Direction Innate?

A GPS may save your behind now and then, but it may meddle with your navigational skills if you depend on it to get everywhere. We naturally get around by using a process called “dead reckoning.” Basically, you estimate where you are by comparing your location to a reference point. You use a mental map to make these estimates. Problem is, when you rely on a GPS, that mental map can get foggy.

It’s been a while.

It surprises me when someone wants to stay on a bus to nowhere.

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I loved the Binders Full of Women comment by Mitt Romeny last night. If that cracked you up, check these out. There’s more.

We’ve lost our sense of wonder. Nothing seems all that surprising anymore. “Meh” is what people say about dazzling achievements. Climbing Mount Everest is now seen as a walk in the park.

So I found it amazing that so many of us tuned into Felix Baumgartner’s world-record setting fall from space. Baumgartner did a free fall at Mach 1.28 from 128,000 feet before slowing down and landing softly on earth. It was really dazzling…and for a couple of hours, lots of us were filled with a sense of wonder.

Click here to see Felx Baumgartner’s world record free fall from space.

Click here to see listen to Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’

Teddy Roosevelt is my favorite president. I’ve read a dozen biographies. And I could read dozen more.

Many of you know that TR was a sickly child. Asthma. General malaise. But his parents didn’t just let him sit around. They sent him outdoors. They taught him. And Tr decided to remake himself into a strong version of himself.

When TR was 14, his father decided that the family should sail down the Nile for a year an learn about ancient Egyptian history. They had tutors. And experiences.

When an assassin shot him in 1912, TR shook it off and kept going. The Wisconsin Historical Society writes:

On October 14, 1912, Theodore Roosevelt was shot in Milwaukee by would-be assassin John Schrank, who had stalked him for three weeks through eight states. With a .38-calibre bullet still in his chest and blood soaking through his clothes, Roosevelt nevertheless addressed an audience of 9,000-12,000 people in Milwaukee Auditorium for 80 minutes, joking at one point that “It takes more than one bullet to kill a Bull Moose.”

He talked for 80 minutes with a bullet in his chest. (His 50-page speech and a set of reading glasses kept him from being killed.) And as you can see in the picture below, he rode a moose.

One tough hombre. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.

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Don’t you love seeing something that makes you laugh to yourself? Especially something loaded with so much latent humor?

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Click to listen to Sammy Johns sing Chevy Van

If I could do anything, I’d do something like this in Philly: The Boring Store.