Will Pearson
Will Pearson
William E. Pearsonis the co-founder of mental floss, a bi-monthly magazine, which he started with Mangesh Hattikudur when both were students at Duke University. Pearson graduated from Duke in 2001, with a Bachelor of Arts degree in History. Describing himself, Pearson noted his penchant for eating two M&M's at the same time, on different sides of the mouth, "making both sides of the mouth equally happy". Will Pearson and Mangesh Hattikudur met as freshmen at Duke University and in their...
stupid may might
My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.
want hundred chips
I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
two understanding different
Observing and understanding are two different things.
goes-on golden way
Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
years small-changes world
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
perfect
When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?
sparrows weight wonder
I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
eye looks breathe
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.
simple thinking voice
it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets
who-i-am
Tell me who I am. (29)
science two-sides coins
Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.
definitions lost
There are many words and definitions I have never lost. But some I am only just beginning to truly understand.
garden bird identity
I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.
known lurking meant-to-be
Some things aren't meant to be known. Only believed.