Wadi Stones

I have two stones that I found on separate occasions in a wadi in Iraq in 2004. That was the year that killing and mayhem in Iraq markedly increased with roadside IEDs and VBIEDs. It was a horrible but unremarkable escalation of violence against occupiers, tribes and sects. On one, a large three-sided stone, I wrote, "Simplify" On the other, smaller stone, more akin to a stone you'd use to skip across a stream or lake surface, I wrote on one side, "Love Life." On the other side I wrote, "Dream." They have been on my toilet tank cover since I returned. They are the first objects I see every morning when i wake and the last things I see every night before bed. Ten years later, those words from a younger and wiser war-fighter me, written on wadi rocks with a black Sharpie, continue to inform my life. And for what it's worth, those wadie stones inform the lives of my employees; they just don't know it.

it's fucking irresponsible

unless you're a mormon or an 18/19 C  style subsistence farm family ( both here and worldwide), you shouldn't have six children. ever. it's fucking irresponsible. 

https://twitter.com/ygbsm/status/444594045239582720

Hello, Cold War.

there is this:

U.S. officials: seven Russian ships in Med plus satellites helping track US destroyers, feeding intel to Assad http://t.co/GEEYGpCY7O

— Adam Entous (@adamentous) September 6, 2013