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14 Quick Lessons from Bonnaroo


For the past two weeks I have been road tripping from my home in New Jersey t0 Chicago, then to Bonnaroo in Tennessee with some great friends. Although I am not yet back from my epic Bonnaroo road trip, I feel the need to write this post before some of the Bonnaroo lessons I learned completely vanish. Not all of these lessons are completely related to Bonnaroo, and they aren’t in any particular order, but here they are none-the-less (this will be in no way an exhaustive list)!


  1. My first stop on the way to Bonnaroo was Pittsburg, PA. I was partially amazed by how beautiful PittsburgBeautiful Pittsburgwas…what really surprised me, however, was that according to a waiter we had (before he began to make fun of us for our lack of geography knowledge) the city considered itself part of the Mid-West.
  2. The North East is extremely unfriendly compared to the rest of the country – amazingly so. I’ve always considered myself a friendly person, if a little reticent about being outgoing, but no matter how friendly I may be it can’t compete with Mid-Western or Southern hospitality. Seriously, those people are so friendly it put me slightly on edge…
  3. Having said number 2, I have never felt more welcomed anywhere – in a general sense – than I did at Bonnaroo. Although the festival has 80,000+ people attending, most likely all for very different goals, everyone was unified in the ideal of being friendly and welcoming. It didn’t matter if you were volunteering or just there for a get-away, or if you’re a hardcore Phish-head; no, the only thing that mattered was your general disposition. Simply put, the number of Bonnaroovians I saw – and experienced – carrying around super soakers in the middle of the day to help cool people off was astounding… and fully appreciated.
  4. Going along with this, water is awesome. I generally only drink water throughout the day anyway, but I never realized how great it was until I was in the middle of Tennessee at 2pm.
  5. Technology is overrated. Seriously. The four days at Bonnaroo when I had nothing to worry about – no working phone or computer or e-mail – were some of the least stressful and enjoyable of my life. If it wasn’t for this blog I might become a Luddite.
  6. Always make sure to prepare! Prior to Bonnaroo I did very little research of my own about what to experience, and instead relied on a friend to advise us about what to buy…luckily, he knew what he was talking about! We almost didn’t bother buying a canopy before we arrived, which would have been a huge mistake. Shade quickly became my best friend.
  7. It always pays to try something new and look from a fresh perspective. In general, I can be a semi to complete germaphobe, not to mention being freaked out by insects and spiders. Not anymore! I got real dirty at Bonnaroo, as did everyone else – it’s inescapable. You know what, though? I’m completely fine. I was stained by dirt and dust, Bonnaroo Gateand survived; I had insects crawling all over me and slept in a flooded tent one night and survived. Hell, I thrived. I now know that, although I generally prefer a life of comfort, I can put up with using port-a-potties for four days and be fine with it. This might be one of the most important lessons for me since, in two months, I am heading out to Eastern Turkey for nine months and I have no idea what my living situations will be like; however, I am sure I will manage to thrive there too.
  8. There is a real, intrinsic, desire in people to see the things they love succeed. Radiohead may be my favorite band – and the band I was most excited to see at Bonnaroo – but Phantogram was by far the most emotional show for me. I first saw them perform at Rutgers over two years ago, where they played to maybe around 200 people. Seeing them now at Bonnaroo, performing for thousands, was a truly wonderful thing to see.
  9. Completely unrelated to anything else, but Indianapolis has surprisingly good hipster-Cajun food.
  10. If you’re ever in Nashville, make sure to go to Sam’s Sushi Bar. Although he flipped me off when we first came in – he notoriously hates new customers and large parties, both categories we unfortunately fit into – he slowly warmed up to us and decided to serve us. The food was amazing, and came in huge portions. Sam was also incredibly friendly once he realized we had no evil ulterior motives…or something… He also gave us the valuable life lesson of not starting bar brawls in Nashville since, apparently, everyone carries guns with them.
  11. It is always worth it to pay it forward. By making sure you help others when you are capable, you create good feelings which well may work it’s way back to you. If not, at least you help to increase everyone’s net happiness.
  12. Radiohead continues to put on the best light shows I have ever seen.
  13. Beef jerky is the food of the gods and should be treated as such. It is also great for camping, where it will give you plenty of energy and will not go bad.
  14. Festivals are a great experience, and I thoroughly encourage everyone to go to at least one. Seeing so many disparate people managing to work together to create something amazing – basically a wonderland – is inspiring and gives me plenty of hope for the future.
There are probably a lot more Bonnaroo lessons I’ve learned, experiences I’ve gained or stories I have to share. Unfortunately, I can’t really think of anything else right now – and this list is pretty large as it is. Although reading this might not be worthwhile, Bonnaroo itself absolutely was.
Bonnaroo Lessons

The World’s Size


It’s funny how the world’s size changes so easily. I assume most people will agree with the general sentiment that, when young, the distance from their house to the end of the block seemed like miles – not that they probably had a good idea of how far a mile actually was. I remember once in my 3rd grade class our teacher was teaching us about distances. When we learnt how many feet were in a mile, a friend of mine was amazed and exclaimed “has anyone ever walked that far!?”

World's Size

Yesterday I was driving from from New Brunswick to Summit (both in New Jersey) with my girlfriend following me in her car. As I drove through the Watchung Reservation I was amazed at the ease of which I could pull off this drive; I was impressed with my own knowledge of how to best navigate through central NJ. Suddenly, the world’s size seemed much smaller than before.

When I was younger, my dad was always amazed at how badly I seemed to know my way around – though, to be fair, it was probably due to the fact that I hadn’t started driving yet. Slowly, as I grew older the world’s size – the distance separating everything – continuously shrank and shrank. No longer was my block miles long; instead, it had become the shortest part of my walk into the center of town 2 miles away. A walk I could do easily.
After I graduated high school, I moved to New Brunswick to study at Rutgers. Again, the city seemed dauntingly large. The first time I left campus to get hot chocolate with some friends on the main off-campus drag, I was nervous about being so far from my dorm. Then, as time progressed, I learned that this main drag was one of the best places to be – I ended up living there. New Brunswick became smaller, the distance between my parent’s houses and my own college house shrank, and the size of the world was realigned.
Now, after having graduated from Rutgers, the world’s size is again shrinking. Suddenly, the majority of my friends are no longer centrally located in, or around, New Brunswick. Instead my girlfriend lives 30 minutes west from me, my old roommate lives 3o minutes north, and one of my other best friends is 30 minutes south. Needless to say, I’m going to be getting to know the roads of New Jersey much better.

It’s just interesting – for me, at least – to see how relative size and distance really are. It’s enjoyable to now be able to think how best to travel around, how my world has expanded, and will continue to expand. As the size of the world shrinks, my perception of the world continues to grow.

Mental maps are pretty cool, on a related note.

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The Dark Side of Human Exceptionalism


I’m going to start this post off by very clearly stating that I am a spiritual person, and a general belief in some sort of encompassing deity – whether it be some sort of life force or clock maker, it doesn’t matter – is extremely important to my everyday way of thinking; however, having said that, I see no reason why a belief in religion needs to be tied into the general belief of human exceptionalism.

Maybe this is just a tad nihilistic, but the idea of a deep rooted belief in human exceptionalism seems likes a waste to me. Simply, it seems to perpetuate a belief that we, as a species, are able to do whatever we wish with our lives and everything will work out fine. This human exceptionalism makes us incredibly self-centered. It makes us entitled, and selfish, and lazy.

For a large part of human history, people have been spoon fed a belief that this world, this universe, was created solely for ourselves. People have been made to believe, speaking from a viewpoint of Western religions, that this idea of human exceptionalism should be the norm. I will not deny that many things have been accomplished thanks to this view. As this blog points out, in rebuttal to an argument against human exceptionalism, the world in many ways did adapt to us instead of vice-versa. Cats, for example, seemingly did this.

I too have mentioned, in this earlier post, how the world we know is totally built upon the thousands of small – and not so small – advancements set forth by the billions of people who came before us. People are definitely capable of amazing things. We have changed the entire world around ourselves, to suit our needs and our belief of human exceptionalism. We have changed the world so that now, when we look out on it, there is really no possible way in which someone could not believe in human exceptionalism.

That, then, is the problem. Human exceptionalism shouldn’t be a pre-determined and accepted way of life. By accepting, right off the bat, that humans are the best beings in the universe we become completely complacent. We longer strive to reach the heights we are capable of. Instead, looking around, it seems that this belief of human exceptionalism becomes more and more mythic.

Of course, there are still scads of people alive who are doing their best to improve the world; there are also untold amounts of people who look at this belief in human exceptionalism as a self-fulfilling prophecy. That worries me. That general belief that just by existing we are entitled to something, to being exceptional, is perhaps one of the worst things to believe.


Your Culture (On Drugs)

Your Culture (On Drugs)
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The other day I was talking to a friend about Spongebob Squarepants. Specifically, we were discussing how sad the character Sandy Cheeks is. For those who don’t know, Sandy is a squirrel from Texas who set up an underwater observatory and the closest thing she has to a love interest is Spongebob. Think about that, isn’t that a little depressing? The closest thing Sandy has to a life-partner is a, by definition, asexual sea sponge?

Well, we were talking about how unfortunate this was for Sandy until we suddenly realized… we were discussing the romantic involvement of a squirrel and a sponge. What did that say about us? Now, what does it say about our culture that you can find forums discussing this same topic – not to mention the vast amounts of user created porn dedicated to this relationship (I imagine, I’m not going to search for that or link to it).

I don’t think it says anything bad about our culture. It is just interesting to consider how weird the things we accept as normal are. So, how could our culture have reached a point where two young adults discussing the intricacies of this relationship is the norm?

Most likely through drugs – specifically, whatever drugs the creators of the show had taken. Now, I’m not saying that every specific triumph of culture has been made because every creative person has done drugs. That is not even close to true; however, it is generally accepted that artists and creative people are more prone to consume drugs and alcohol. It is also true that these people then do much more to shape the overall culture and shape of society.

One only needs to think of the culture of the ’60s to see how much drug use influenced it. Of course, poets and authors are also stereotyped as drug users and long term crafters of the culture we hold around ourselves. It might be hard to believe, but even Francis Crick, the scientist who first theorized the double-helix shape of DNA, was known to have experimented with LSD.

So, what is the point that I am trying to make? Mainly, if so much of our culture has been shaped by people who have done drugs, where does that leave people who stay sober? For instance, if everyone is raised today watching Spongebob, or listening to music, or reading the works of authors inspired by drug use doesn’t that mean everyone is, in some small degree, partaking in intoxicants?

Essentially, everyone is seemingly growing old in a culture shaped by recreational intoxication. Of course, this is not unique to current-day America at all. Drugs have long been part of religious rituals across the world, and so have always shaped culture to some degree.

It just seems interesting that, no matter what people might assert, the societal base-line is always seemingly slightly intoxicated. So, uh, make sure to drive safe.

Dressed for the Moment


I was walking through New Brunswick last night with a good friend after having attended a Seniors’ Formal Night and, as such, we were both dressed in our best – suit and tie and swanky dress. As a general rule of thumb, no one ever dresses that nice here unless there is a specific reason: a formal, a career fair, an award ceremony, etc.

It was interesting, as such, to realize that the majority of people we passed on the street could at least vaguely figure out what we were up to. Then, it struck me. Like most cities, New Brunswick has a diverse crowd of people, all of whom have their own tastes in fashion; it’s not at all uncommon to see very differently dressed people right next to each other.

How New Brunswick differs from, say, New York is that the streets are rarely thronged with people so you really have time to fully be aware of what each person is wearing. Since the Brunz only also really has only so many locations to go to at night, it’s easy to get a pretty decent idea of where people are heading depending on how they’re dressed.

If, for instance, you see a guy dressed as a hipster, more likely than not he is going to one of the smaller, less crowded, bars. Likewise, if you see a girl dressed for clubbing she is likely going to Golden Rail or Knight Club. Anyone dressed normally and walking around at night is probably grabbing some pizza or going to a house party (since no one walks around New Brunswick just for the thrill of walking).

This really isn’t anything new, being able to slightly determine what people are doing based on how they’re dressed; nor is it anywhere close to 100% accurate. I just thought it was interesting how you can guess at what people are doing, and where that’s happening, by how they present themselves to society.


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The Evolution of the Internet


I’m sure that I’m like most people when I say that, when I really think about it, the internet astounds and mesmerizes me. Even though I can barely remember a time in my life before the internet existed, it’s existence is still purely fantastical. The idea that this interconnection amongst all people can fascilitate so much knowledge and help bridge so many divides is almost beyond comprehension; it is still something I have trouble wrapping my head around.

What interests me more than the overall goodness of the internet, though, is how the internet has evolved during its relatively short existance – specifically, how this evolution seemingly mirrors the evolution of human society.

Evolution of the Internet
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Take, for instance, how the internet started off. It was a collection of sites without any real central hub, or even spokes. All the sites were primarily self-contained and independent. Internet users at the start had a different alias for each site, and they were probably a member of a multitude of different sites, each catering towards a differing interest.

Those were the early years. Now, the internet is collapsing – it is becoming much more centralized. Take, for instance, a simple truth. The majority of your homepages are overwhelmingly likely to be either the Google startscreen or Facebook. Both of these sites are major internet hubs.

For example, almost any site now can be logged onto via your Facebook ID. Likewise, for any independent site to want to have a chance to succeed and flourish, they will need to be constantly updating their sitemap and sending it to Google so others can find it. Most likely, that independent site will also need to have a Facebook page, a Twitter account, etc – basically, the whole social media shabang.

So, a few sites are becoming the more of the internet. How does that represent society? Well, think about it. Society, too, has a strong and constant drive to constantly coalesce and centralize. This is an apparent fact for any civilization or any government. No matter how decentralized something may start off as, slowly everything starts to cluster.

You can see this with cities; you can see this with centralizations of government power; you can see this with websites. I am not making a value judgement by any means as to whether this internet centralization is a good or a bad thing – indeed, maybe it is wonderful as now anyone who wants to create their own site knows how to easily market it.

What I am saying, though, is how this is fascinating for what it represents. To me, the fact that the internet evolved this way demonstrates two very important points.

  1. This evolution of the internet shows that, at least the majority of, humans are drawn to a sort of centralization.
  2. The internet can truly be thought of as a sort of fast-forming micro-society unto itself, as it so quickly adapts to fit the current way we think of the world.

BMX Jousting: An Ultimate Murder-Suicide Pact


For some reason, my friends and I have a fascination with murder-suicide pacts. What type of horrible dark desires are pointed to in the recesses of our brains by this I have no idea – all I know is that, generally, these jokes are graphically over the top and hilariously dark. We generally find ways to try to top ourselves.

The other day my friend Steve, also known for being the creative c0-force behind the Pope game, and I were talking about how cool it would be if jousting was brought back as an extreme sport; however, it wasn’t enough.

BMX jousting

Sure, watching jousting at the Olympics would be the pinnacle of human civilization, but, still, we could do better. After all, horses are really old technology (unless if they are of the robotic unicorn kind) so there is a lot to be improved upon there.

So, we very quickly realized that horses should be completely leveraged out of the equation and should instead be replaced by BMX bikes. After all, if the joy of watching jousting comes from the inherent danger of the activity, then the excitement would surely be rocketed to a whole new plain of extremeness by having the jousters be able to go close to a hundred miles per hour each.

Following from this logic, Steve and I decided that the best place to have these BMX jousting competetions would naturally be in the bottom of valleys. That way, the two contestants could start at opposite ends and really build up as much speed and momentum before clashing into each other.

How does this relate to murder-suicide pacts?, you may be miserably asking yourself. Well, obviously this entire sport is tailored specifically for people looking to kill themselves and someone else as brutally as possible. It is fully likely – Steve and I assume, from our knowledge of video game physics – that the person hit by the lance in the jousting would explode on the spot. The successful jouster would then be thrown off their bike by the extreme recoil, effectively also killing them. And voila! An effective murder-suicide pact method – that could also be turned into an immensely entertaining gladitorial sport – is born.

Of course, Steve and I also considered the futuristic problem of what if being impaled by a lance just doesn’t kill the jouster – you know, in case the person is a cyborg, or something. In that case, we rightly assumed – medically – that the jouster would only live as long as the lance was left inside them. So, really, they still only have as long to live as they choose.

It makes jousting sound fun again, doesn’t it?

Always Explore


When I was younger, I was obsessed by the idea of being anywhere but where I was. Why stay in New Jersey, I would think to myself, when there was almost an infinite amount to be seen outside of my known world. My imagination was also spoiled when I was little – my mom, or dad, or brothers would read to me stories of Greek myths, Tolkien, and His Dark Materials. My entire world view was based on the idea that sitting still in one place was almost sinful.

To need to explore seemed like a default state of nature to me. By the time I reached high school, explorers and drifters had become heroes of mine. Almost eight years after first learning about Ibn Battuta, for instance, I am still hard pressed to think of someone who I admire more. I mean, the man spent the second half of his life traveling from Morroco to Mecca, down the East coast of Africa, back to Turkey, and then all the way to China. Oh, and he did it in all in the 14th century – and got rich because of it! Who could pass up the chance to explore in the face of the amazement of something like that?

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I like to think that I have made the most out of any chance to explore so far in my life. I have been to 4 continents, the Arctic Circle, and I have lived in Turkey – even if it was only for 2 months. I definitely have not let chances pass me by, but I am afraid. I graduate in two months and after that, if I manage to find a job, my dreams of long-term traveling seem to be mostly dead. I am waiting to hear back about the Fulbright Grant, which would allow me to live in Turkey for another nine months (perfect amount of time to have a kid a bail), but that isn’t certain. Unless I want to commit to living abroad for years – like my brother – my years of exploration seem to be quickly running out.

Except, they aren’t. There is always another frontier to explore, although I never realized it. As cheesy as it may sound – if it does sound corny, I can’t really tell – that last final frontier is the future. Although I may never be able to explore as much strictly temporal space as Ibn Battuta, it does not mean my life has to be any less interesting.

I have no idea what will happen in my life. Even tonight, I know only vagaries of a plan – meet with some friends, go to a party, hopefully get Pizza City. That’s the thing, though! Legitimately every action I can ever take is a journey unto itself, with every outcome possible and unknown.

That’s not just exploring, that’s a full on adventure.

Suck it, Ibn Battuta, my life can be just as bad ass as yours… even if I don’t travel more than 75,000 miles before steam power (damn!).

Waiting for the Inevitable


I was trolling through blogs today, and I ended up at the site 1,000 Awesome Things. I had been here before about a year ago and gave it a cursory glance, but I never thought much of it. Today, though, I read an article about remembering friends who have passed on, and it got me to thinking about the fragility of life. Instead of being scared, or sad, about how random life is – and how it is very possible, when considered objectively, that death is always right there – this author ended on a positive note about enjoying every moment

I’m a worrier, and for the longest time I was loathe to admit it. I always knew deep down that my worries – about whether my friends really wanted to hang out with me (obviously not), or relationships, or whether I was happy where I was in life – were completely counterproductive. It’s not as if I could change people’s perceptions or attain happiness through thinking about it as hard as possible; no, only actions count… or, I guess, you could find a hypnotoad and just be convinced of the value of, well, anything really.

Only recently, probably within the past two days, have I truly sat down and thought, “Well, fuck me. I worry about everything. Might as well just accept that and go on with my life.” Lo and behold, I have started doing that, and it feels pretty great. As a great friend once said to me – once said, being sometime last week – “No matter what you do, you’re stuck here. Might as well enjoy the ride.”

The problem with worrying and anxiety is that it is baseless. I remember in third grade – in a memory that, in hindsight, probably spells out exactly how strange I was – hearing from another kid at lunch how a giant meteor was going to hit the earth in thirty years and kill everyone. NASA said it, so we were all guaranteed to die. Most kids thought about it briefly and then started talking about dinosaurs…and then Jurassic Park.

I remember sitting there, though, by myself and bugging in. I kept thinking to myself, maybe not in so many words, “fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I don’t want to die when I’m only 37! Fuck. Fuck.” Let alone that at that time, I wasn’t even ten yet. I hadn’t even experienced a full decade, and thirty years was, for me at least, literally life times away. Still, I kept thinking about it and worrying, as if that would somehow change the meteor’s course enough that it would only hit the bullies, or Boba Fett would save me, or something like that.

Very recently I had a revelation. I was sitting around in my living room with some of my best friends, when a sadly familiar feeling crept upon me. It was the feeling of total abandonment and loneliness, as if an abyss had opened besides me and was tearing me away from everything. Then, it hit me.

I felt so alone because I am terrified. I am terrified that everything I love, all my relationships, are inherently transitory. Try as hard as you might, everything changes and change is terrifying. Realizing this is power, though. I know now that I can not stop life’s course, but I can appreciate every little moment. If anything, this transitory nature makes every moment even more special. This is only happening now, for once – make sure to appreciate it.

The World

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I was taking a piss the other night in my perfectly well lighted, but typical dingy and disgusting college bathroom. Aside from the splattering noise of my piss hitting the sides and the water inside the porcelain bowl, all I heard was the noise of the TV from the neighboring room and my roommates drunkenly laughing. I didn’t hear any sounds of animals from outside, or the wind, or even just the sound of natural silence – why would I? I live in a fairly large college city, I should, and do, expect this.

Slowly (it was a long piss) my gaze left the bowel and traveled along the wall to the electrical outlet above the sink. Blinking in the socket was the small orange light demonstrating **aside, is demon and demonstrate from the same root? Should check that out** the circuit was still alive and flowing. Staring at that small, slightly flickering but always constant, light it hit me hard – I barely live in the world. The world as I know it, and most people in general, isn’t really the world – it’s just a further extension of humanity.

I think, for me at least, this is no where clearer than New York City. There is nothing natural about that city, nothing organic about it besides the organic growth of the city itself; that, in itself, is astounding. We refer to cities growing organically versus a planned city, but there is still nothing organic or natural about cities. Don’t get me wrong, I love cities, and I especially love NYC, but that is not the world in the slightest – it is the compounding and extension of millions of people. Not only people directly involved in the growth of NYC, but the billions of people in human history who have helped to develop what it even means to be human.

We say we are animals, and that we are still part of the world, but we really aren’t. We have divided the world into the natural and the human, heavily so. So heavily, in fact, that people need to set aside times in their life to experience ‘nature’ by going for hikes, or walks, or going fishing. Even then, though, it is still as if we have never experienced the real natural essence of the world.

Last summer, I was in Turkey for two months. While there, I went for a hike in the world’s second largest canyon – and fuck, was it amazing and beautiful. Looking back on it, though, that canyon is still fully within the realm of belonging to humanity now, not the world. Why? Well, simply because it is completely enshrined by the humanity around it – food vendors, bus stations, restaurants, camping grounds, etc. I am not complaining, I am just saying that this natural wonder ceases to be natural. It is instead just a wonder of the world that has been engulfed by humanity.

It is astounding. Thinking of life like this, I fully expect to never really leave humanity, or to truly experience nature. Any nature left, now, seems like just the leftovers of the world – something we looked at and said, to ourselves, “Well, we should probably try to preserve something.” It is bittersweet. Thinking like this, I realize how much we are just products of those who came before us.

At the same time, it is fully reasonable to wonder “Have I ever been outside?”

The Start of Something


This is the start of something new, I can feel it. Usually I say things like this a lot, and then completely forget about my goals and aspirations. I mean, it has taken almost a month since creating this blog to even write this first post. That is a little sad…a little pathetic. Well, no more! I will actually start to write, and I will try my best to update this blog two-three times a week – Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. We’ll see how well that works out.

I have big plans for this. Just as the name implies, BendedBrains, this blog will track the horrible mass of electrical charges people generously call thoughts of mine…as well as random occurances, music and movie reviews, chance encounters, terribly animated unicorn pictures… Basically, the wonders of a brain bent out of shape.

For example, a couple of days ago I was walking along the wonderfully scenic roads of New Brunswick with a few friends (unfortunately I can’t remember who was there or really said what, so this will be a little vague). The day was beautiful and inspiring and the start of spring. People were out and about, smiling and laughing in small groups as everyone eagerly sought to drink up the sunshine like an alcoholic drinking every last drop of an O’Doul’s, hoping that it would do something… Our conversation matched the lightness of the air and the warmth of the season.

“Imagine if people were like starfish,” one said, “and we could regrow limbs.”

“It would be crazy,” we agreed. “The whole human experience would be so different. Our concepts of pain, everything, would change.”

“Yeah! But imagine if we could only regrow body parts if we ate them,” I chimed in, “So, like, you could chop off your finger and regrow it…but only if you ate it first. Think of the bar bets!”

I don’t really know what is worse – the fact that I nonchalantly threw this idea out, or that it was so readily accepted and the conversation continued on without missing a beat.

“Of course, it would be difficult to eat larger things, though. Like, it could take a while to work your way through a leg or something.”

“Yeah, but it could get rotten during that time,” it was pointed out.

“Mhmm, very true…I guess you would have to keep it in a freezer or something, if you couldn’t finish it off all at once,” I agreed. “I guess, in the end, it just honestly makes the whole regeneration thing much harder than if we were just starfish…”


Although, having typed this out, I can’t help but wonder now – what would happen, hypothetically, if someone else ate one of your detached limbs? Would it still grow back? Or would that person then suddenly have, say, three legs? *Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more*

Anyway, this will be the type of thing you can expect to find here. I hope you enjoy your stay, don’t become too horrified, and hey! You may even end up learning something; however, just remember, I never told you this would be worthwhile.