If you know me, you know I have this thing about Walt Disney World. You can read about this mini-obsession in other posts on this blog, but this post isn’t about that – it’s about the resort itself. We just returned from a week at Disney and I thought I’d take a few minutes and drop some of my knowledge on you. After all, I’ve been there a lot in my lifetime. So if you’re planning a trip there with your kids…
I wish I was more like the superstar guys I see in social media. I’m sure their beautiful wives drive Mercedes Benz SUVs on their way to mid-day yoga classes or tennis matches. And I’m sure these guys have big, roomy offices with lots of windows and black leather couches around shiny black tables. That they wear their dress shirts unbuttoned just enough to look like a pirate – but no one says shit to them about this because Pirate…
I used to sport a faux hawk. I used to hold an orange in front of my face in my avatar. I used to engage a LOT more on Twitter. I used to walk seven miles each way in the blazing Florida sun to work on a migrant farm. I used to drink. I used to wander the earth aimlessly. I used to be about 15 pound lighter. I used to have dark brown hair. I used to have cut abs…
It’s as if there’s a whole generation of people who have grown up thinking Halloween is real. Or at least something like a real thing for adults. Or maybe a real chance to let something that lives inside of them come out for a day. Or a night. Or a weekend. Something that they don’t let on to throughout the rest of the year, but let sweep over them each October along with millions of others who feel this way…
If the Internet has done one thing, it’s made us more aware of the world around us. No longer are we insulated by ignorance. And frankly, it’s not easy being happy in a world where so much is wrong and so many suffer. But we have to try. We have to take time out and walk in a different direction every now and then to clear our minds and escape reality. Or at least, I do. My greatest reality is…
People are angry. Across the world, protests are being mobilized by members of middle and lower class society around the idea of economic inequity. Perhaps this uprising will change something. Or maybe it will fizzle in a pool of acidic lies and insincere negoatiations, as we skulk back into our places. “But it was pretty bad ass at the beginning.” we’ll say. “Until the Italians got violent.” Revolutions are beautiful, reckless things. Wrinkles in the fabric of time. I thought…
