My roller derby name: Sylvia’s Wrath.

Misread of the day: “I care for impotent waiters.”

My summary of status messages I’ve read this morning: I [insert verb] [insert direct object].

Once you realize your brilliance is a constant, the need to rush things will dissipate.

I wonder sometimes if rolling a radio onto a stage is better than writing the word “radio” on a page.

I have nothing to say about the radio that you can’t learn from a radio.

I would be a little nervous if people agreed with me.

My new boots are chick magnets.

Every time we write, it’s like a little bit of culture is extracted from the whole to stand on its own and say, Look at we think. Look at how we feel.

I aspire to virtual locality.