Things I am grateful for:

The smell of bread.
My niece Sophia.
Baby Jack growing in my wife's womb.
How beautiful my wife's belly looks.
My old friends Nick and Sarah and Wes watching silly scifi shows with me tonight, and the opportunity to speculate on said shows' plots.
My new friends Kristen and Scott, for hanging out with me at the DartRoom tonight, for their laughter and smiles, and for showing me more love and kindness than is absolutely necessary.
The smell of Sea Salt handmade soap from Ozark Natural Foods.
The taste of peanut butter.
Cold ice water.
The sky, at night.
The cool breeze on my cheeks as I walked to my door this evening.
Cajun trout.

I am reading two books. The first, the Ghost Map, by Steven Johnson, is about the cholera epidemic that hit London in the 19th century, and how this in some ways brought about the modern era of medicine.

The second, Rainbow's End, is by Vernor Vinge, one of my favorite authors. It's sci fi set in the midish 21st century. It's interesting so far, but I've been distracted by the Ghost Map too much to really get into it yet. But what I have read is intensely interesting.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, the Singularity. I think it's the thing that I hope for and fear the most, at the moment. I really believe that in a hundred years there will be a total discontinuity between our present world and the future, and that things will either be rather utopian, or civilization will be, for all intents, destroyed.