more denk thinking
Some morning soon I fully expect to be stopped by a TSA official, who will say: "Mr. Denk, President Obama has alerted us that you are far too much of a pain in the a** to fly today." And I will abjectly consent. "Go home," they will say, "write a poem, eat a bagel, have a massage, do a crossword puzzle, fall in love, and then, only then, come back."
Go read the whole thing. It's eventually about toothpaste.