There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle. — Albert Einstein, supposedly

It’s unclear whether Einstein actually wrote or endorsed the above words. If anything, it seems the latter is more likely…


Yesterday someone told me I was a good problem solver. I shrugged it off, “meh.” Then today I had to solve some problems.

We booked a hotel in the Marina primarily for easy access to Marin and additionally on the assumption that the Marina is a relatively easy place to…


Though my parents named me Prashant, I named myself Parker, at Starbucks. Unlike with Prashant, no one has ever misspelled or mispronounced the name Parker. That makes the name Parker, in ways that we are today often unwilling to acknowledge, better than the name Prashant.

Parker is a bit of…


Bad news has a way of hitting with a dull thud that reverberates. When I heard of loss of my St. Albans classmate, Williams Mills, our second friend to depart us far too early, that’s exactly what I felt. …


The ascendence of crypto markets has been humbling to many, including myself. There’s a lot that I got wrong. But, I contend that in just two statements I can convey what us currently salient regarding crypto markets. …


The Illness Was Terminal

Part Three

In truth, my poor old 535i was doomed before I ever bought it. It was a purchase made by my adolescent self entirely by heart, and not at all by mind. I will never forget that first drive. …


The Bank of the Fixer-Upper

Part Two

People buy old cars for a number of reasons. The ultra wealthy sometimes buy cars so desirable that purchasing them ends up being a profitable endeavor because they are investments asset that will appreciate more than the costs of garaging, insurance, maintenance, and repairs. …


The Bond between Man and Machine

My decision to sell my Canadian-spec Schwarz over Natur 1989 BMW 535iA, my first and by far most cherished car, was as abrupt as it would have previously been unthinkable. In the days immediately before and after, I fell into a trance-like state, as if I was running on autopilot…


This is the first and probably last I’ll ever write about Afghanistan. As I type that out, I fear those word may haunt me some day. History seems to suggest no one is done with Afghanistan, a place I know almost nothing about.

I was only ten years old on…


In this essay I will argue that city life, specifically New York City life, is a religion. The characteristics of a religion include community, shared values, shared historical narrative, spiritual beliefs, ritual, and a collective cost or sacrifice for the religion. …

Prashant Fonseka

In pursuit of magic

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