"The Roots of Violence:
Wealth without work,
Pleasure without conscience,
Knowledge without character,
Commerce without morality,
Science without humanity,
Worship without sacrifice,
Politics without principles." - Ghandi

I was looking back at some of my blog posts and saw that I intended to quit my job about 2 months ago. I had totally forgotten. The economy hadn't quite melted yet, and I was about a month away from another "spectacular" event in my life. Regardless, it strikes me as interesting that my life changes so much. Is this normal? I hesitate to say that I'm unique in this respect. People often think they're more special and unique than they really are, but in this case I'm willing to bet I'm a bit of an outlier. And I' not talking about changing jobs... I'll go into further detail in a few years.

This is my dad's work truck parked at a redi-mix plant in Chicago at 64th and State.