A week ago, I had put the final touches on the plan for a writing project titled "Islamic Economics". It was the culmination of several months of work, and several years of thinking.
The last few days of thinking were especially brutal, as I tried to put together and finalize both the central thesis and the supporting materials on a stack of index-sized cards. At certain points I'd lay out the cards - they'd occupy the floor of my living room - and just stare at them for an entire day & night - building & revisiting it in my head.
Last Updated (Sunday, 13 November 2011 09:21)
NOTE: I recently shared a quotation I remember from my childhood on twitter: "It is the weak who are cruel; only the strong can be truly gentle." After being grossly misunderstood, I went back to my notebooks and dug up the interpretation. I hope it clears it up, but I'm not holding my breath, and I don't really care either. It's just a nice tidbit of wisdom to share, so here goes.
Last Updated (Sunday, 13 November 2011 09:24)
Last night I abruptly tweeted "Oh, shit" followed by "I think I need to go to the hospital", followed by silence. Given my history with asthma, many twitter friends feared the worst. When it comes to taking care of myself, I admit I'm a big fat idiot.
I'm OK, everyone. It was some freaky shit. Here's what happened.