I’ve never been a big fan of Donald Rumsfeld, but way back in 2002 he had a killer quote that expressed a great idea: There are known knowns. These are things we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we now know we don’t know. But… Continue reading Unlearning

The Prophet

When I was in high school, the band Mad Season recorded the song River of Deceit, which began with the following lines: My pain, is self-chosen At least, so the Prophet says I never really understood it, but it took on a bit more poignancy when Layne Staley, the lead singer and songwriter, later died… Continue reading The Prophet