Doug Sharp is a Group Project
Thanks, everyone, for the wonderful response to my Bye-Bye Brainrot post. I feel loved (not that I ever doubted ;^)
I got email and phone calls and blog comments galore from friends happy at my escape from pain.
I’m always taken aback by people’s praise for what I’m doing. I’m happy if people find inspiration in me, but the lion’s share of the credit for getting me through this cruel decade goes to my family and friends.
My parents raised me to believe I could do anything. They also raised me to grateful for the gifts others give me.
I’ve always felt that people with big egos are ungrateful crackpots. Every word we speak was shaped by thousands of human mouths and minds over history. Every human-made object we depend on – car, shoe, computer, spork – is the fruit of a historical collaboration that goes back to sharpening rocks.
A human saying “LOOK AT MEEEE! LOOK AT WHAT IIIIIIIII DID!” is very like a robot claiming it designed and built itself. Sad, really.
The natural state of a single human in nature is dead. Socialism starts at the mother’s breast.
Thank you, family, for always being there for me.
Thank you, friends, for cheering me on (and up ;^).
Thank you, Brook and Gisela, friends and aides, for being my rocks.
Thank you, patron friends, for stepping in last summer and saving The Pad.
Thank you, hominid who figured out that banging rocks makes more than pretty music. That was brilliant!