Nov 10, 2014 | Geekery, Non-Fiction |
Here’s a tiny confession. I’m bored. Yes; I know. I’m a sinner. Go ahead. Burn me at the stake of your puritanical Calvinism; the righteously, thoroughly, well, boring idea that boredom itself is a moral defect; that a restless mind is the Devil’s sweatshop. There’s...
