A puddle of water collected from last night's rain is shrinking into itself as the sun goes up. Douglas Adams once said, if this puddle were to be sentient it would count itself very fortunate. The puddle is of course pleased to have found a hole shaped exactly like itself.
Written by Senthil Gandhi who lives and works in San Francisco building useful things. You should follow him on Twitter
That was the most awesome sunset, ever, I declare, as I enter the dim living room. My friend throws a magazine on the coffee table and says, Sunset, huh? I don't care.
When it comes to explaining stuff, I used to wonder what is it that a person brings to the table that a book cannot, A book has so many advantages, you can make many copies of it, read it at your own convenience etc.