Thinking Inside The Box

For how many years have we been hectored to "Think Outside The Box!" Think! Think! but alway outside the freakin' box.

I spend enough time Outside The Box I Think. The box has gotten a bad rap.

Therefore, I stake out this little box, the one you are seeing now on this webpage, to think in. We think all day long. All night. We overthink and rethink and retrothink. Dreamthink, undothink, retrythink, what-if-think. Most of the time these thoughts go nowhere, other than to form troublesome plaque on our mental molars. But lately I've wanted to pin some down long enough to sketch them. Nothing much that's important. But here, shareable, in words.

And so welcome to my little think box.

This isn't a "blog," because I don't have the discipline or the cojones required of a blog. I should have a fierce opinion on the Chinese Olympics by now, but sadly I don't. Not yet anyway. A week goes by without anything worth mentioning. Some days I try hard not to think at all. Some days I'm Sybil.

So, if you're looking for a fiery menu of opinion, fact, rumor or slant - served fresh daily - you should probably go elsewhere. But you are always, however, welcomed here for an occasional nice, layered Jello salad of the mind.

W

P.S. Thanks Andrew!