I think a lot about morality, metaphysics, and stuff like that. Maybe because juggling ideas is a nice way to get away from all the terrible things in the news. Maybe just because I like philosophy and ethics. Here are a couple of overlapping articles about the nature of morality that should at least give you something to think about, if not reform your life completely. Also there's a couple essays about vagueness and the sorites paradox that should make you happy you never studied philosophy.

When I'm not pondering the Urstoff of the Universe, most likely I'm wailing away on one of my guitars. Doo-wop, blues, ballads, folk songs, pop, art songs, semi-fraudulent orchestral delites -- you name it, I've tried it. With the help of modern multitrack recording gear, sound synthesizers and the occasional mindblown friend, you can make such crap sound almost decent. Alas, the MP3 website where my songs used to reside is down and gone. We'll put them somewhere else in due time.

Sometimes I don't think or even hum out loud. Sometimes I just look. I like to look. I guess that makes me a looker, or what the French call a lookeur. Or, less subversively, a photographer. My older pictures are in simple Black & White, when I slaved in a darkroom. Now I have a nifty digital camera and a software darkroom in Full Living Color. Here is the virgin lawn of Spring, before the first luscious mowing, when all the little blossoms are at their peak. I call this