Monday, 946p

I've had the pleasure of studying circadian rhythms. Although it's chiefly known as a theory pertaining to the natural ebb and flow of energy throughout the day, a corollary is that the rhythms can be manipulated. If you change the length of the day, organisms react. There's something of a hard reset whenever the sun comes up. If you're pulling an all nighter, it's always the hardest right before dawn... when the dawn comes, you get an artificial rush of energy, because your body is tricked into thinking it's awake.

It's just another example about how little control we exert over our lives.

Or maybe that's the skeptic in me.

I did read an interesting article in the Times this weekend; it's a variation on the above theme. Some highfalutin economist hath decreed that 90% of our economic condition depends on the country and circumstances we were born in. You run a hedge fun, eh? Not so much if you were born in Mongolia.

Listening to: Several Arrows Later, by Matt Pond PA.

The bottom line of the article was a wake-up call/plea. The idea: you're privileged. You make a shit ton of money. You're reading the NYTimes Magazine for fun, for free. Enjoy your wealth, but realize that most of it isn't because you're so freaking brilliant, but because you were born in the U.S. -- and, oh yeah, that means you should tithe.

Listening to: One More Rocket, by Andy Fairweather Low.

Nah, we have little to no control over our fate. But, I have much to complete control over my TiVo.

The universe rebalances itself again. Thank God.