Ian’s Shoelace Site, which has saved me literally minutes with its advanced shoelace techniques.
And of course Less Wrong, probably the thing which has made me the most smarter.
And CFAR, the most reliable fountain of awesome that I know of.
Also for the Cambridge Less Wrong meetup, which is full of cool people and fun times.
For Godel, Escher, Bach, which I was probably too young to really grok, but which led me down a path of good things anyway.
For The Elegance of the Hedgehog, for whose sake I walked into many telephone poles because I couldn’t put it down.
For Dubliners, which I’m convinced made me a better person, though I can’t quite articulate how.
For everything I’ve read by Tolstoy, which varies in awesomeness from “evokes so much happiness I’m bouncing in my seat” to “points out fundamental insights about the nature of humanity.”
For Braid, which is just as much of a work of art, despite being a video game.
For Crocker’s Rules, which (maybe surprisingly) got me lots of awesome feedback.
For public transit, which we all love to complain about, but honestly, it’s pretty darn cool.
And for airplanes, which still every so often give me those “how on earth does this stuff work” and “what the hell, humans” moments.
And even more for the stuff that isn’t as obvious—for all the ridculous behind-the-scenes stuff that engineers slaved over that we never even know exists, because it’s doing its job so well.
For the demographic transition, which is why I’m not dead.
And similarly, for all the incredibly awful diseases I don’t have.
For modern pedagogy, which we love to complain about, but seriously, fifty years ago people were learning calculus in their second or third year of college and now we’re teaching it to high school juniors.
For cities, which made pretty much everything on this list possible.
For blogs and how radically they improved discourse on everything interesting.
For open source software, on which this post was written and served, from the OS kernel on up.
For board games, through which even I can host “parties.”
For the cats that keep sitting on me as I write this.
And the dog that’s snoring a few feet away.
For the fact that gratitude lists apparently make you happier.