When I first joined Twitter in the fall of 2008, my handle was @smashadv and my profile picture had me holding an orange in front of my face. It was a throw away shot from a photoshoot for a campaign I was working on. The image worked for me in the social spaces since I was only testing the waters and didn’t want to reveal too much about myself. I was playing it safe and all. Sometime in the summer…
Money doesn’t matter. The car you drive doesn’t matter. Your trust fund doesn’t matter. How cute or smart you think your kids are doesn’t matter. Who your father is doesn’t matter. Your age doesn’t matter. Whether you go to church doesn’t matter. Your tattoos and piercings don’t matter. The college you attended doesn’t matter. How much you accomplish before 9 am doesn’t matter. Your rank and title don’t matter. The concert you saw last week doesn’t matter. Scooping news doesn’t…
What is it about vacation that draws me into a state of melancholy? Is it knowing that the best part is the anticipation – when we talk about the things we’re going to do around the breakfast table months in advance? Is it keeping one eye on the calendar the whole time no matter how long we are gone? Is it understanding that nothing lasts forever? Is it the fear of facing personal shortcomings that keep me from spending time…
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that there are no coincidences. Yes, it’s cliche. And I know you probably believe in randomness and chaos. I don’t blame you. It’s not easy walking around thinking that every moment and each encounter is significant. But for me, it is. That is, when I’m paying attention it is. When I get wrapped up in the world of others, I tend to think like others – and don’t see the wood for the…
The only thing wrong with this spot is that men don’t eat mint. Otherwise, perfect. *** Jim Mitchem
Vacation. In America, most of us get a couple of weeks a year to unwind, see new sights and recharge. We’re an industrious lot. Two weeks is all we need to be highly productive workers for the other fifty. Europeans, however, get something like six months off a year. They’re not American though, and so they don’t get it. To make a mark in this world means keeping your nose to the grindstone. Ben Franklin said so. Recharging is for…
