The Very Personal Blog of a Hybrid Car

life isn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments passive diffusion of gases occurs between the alveolar gas and the blood in the lung capillaries.

The Dalai Lama walks into a pizza shop and asks, “Can I get one with everything?”

look, man, i’m really happy for you guys. really. you guys lead a life filled with introspective and existential fears, and that’s good for you. maybe you are afraid of dying alone, maybe you are afraid you won’t get a job, or maybe you are afraid that you will never amount to anything special.

but i’m here to warn you - there is something else you should be afraid of. days go by and it pains me to realize that no one is afraid of the things i’m afraid of, no one is ready to save the world. oh, i’m not talking about your recent decision to go green with bio-degradable gas, or even your commendable but naive attempt to recycle.

no, i’m talking about Google. time and time again, Chrome tells me that webpages across the internet - across the internet - are insecure. come on. there are insecure pages out there, pages upon pages with the ability to feel uncomfortable with who they are. if this is not a sign of the internet getting self-aware via the exploits of Google, then i don’t know what is.

sure, you didn’t quite like Christian Bale in Terminator, but you have to understand, these are real things to be afraid of. we live in a state of denial, unwilling to accept that we may not be the most superior beings on this planet.

so do something about it.

stop Google.

be the change you want to be.

vote abhi for world dictator.

i really wish i got along with spiders.

those intricate and criss-crossing webs, sinewy lines of beauty and death at the same time.

hi mr. spider can you teach me, preferably whilst wearing a purple top-hat and a monocle and speaking in a Canadian accent so i don’t feel threatened by you?

Plato

i used to spurn opportunities to belong to collectives my entire life.

okay, sure, that does not sound like a veritable problem that one needs to talk about since it is at the bottom of the very essence of what it means to be a teenager, but you have to understand, i was a hypocritical boy growing up.

i haughtily turned my nose at artists and art in general because i knew - i mean, believed - that the stories in my head were worth telling and meant a lot more to me than some dead person’s lines and colors. this was before i realized the importance of self-worth and worldviews, and i would like to once again submit to you the disclaimer that i was but a teenager.

as a teenager i had the world figured out - how could i not? how could i not be so sure of myself, considering all that i had been through? my music was better than yours, my dress sense was far grander than anyone else’s, and my idea of what it means to be a human being was far more complete than anyone, even Plato.

the truth, obviously, is that i was none of those things in reality, but reality was just a word made up to make me feel unhappy.

now, ten years later, i am a better man. no, i do not have the world figured out, and no, perhaps the songs on your iPod are better than the ones on my Walkman - the new Sony mp3 player, not the old CD player. what? how retro do you think i am? get a hold of yourself.

there is one thing i do know though - no matter how turbulent my life, no matter how many waves repeatedly crash against my rocks, no matter how many times i feel like i’m just one choice away madness, no matter how far i feel from sanity, i do know that, for those few hours that i paint everyday, i am okay.