Why? ... okay, Why? ... really, Why?

A recent conversation with a friend triggered something in my head. Part of what makes me who I am, is that I am incessantly asking the question "why?"  I'm like that little kid that every time you give them an answer they ask why again.  I think I only give the courtesy of reprieve because I'm processing the answers I get, and at least some acknowledgement of how annoying being asked why over and over again is.  But ultimately, along every line of questions I come to a question that just can't be answered.  At least not yet

Much like one of my favorite videos asking: "What are birds?"


Of course, we just don't know.

In any case, I'll get all my answers eventually, I keep looking, I keep trying, I keep working at it.  I just need to remember why I'm doing it.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year,

I'm not the sentimental type, but last year was good, hopefully this year will work it's way out.  Also, I'm trying to come up with a good way of referencing 2011, I'm thinking elevensies, kind of like what they say in Lord of the Rings.  I know it won't catch on, but sounds fun.