This morning I participated in a walk to cure Juvenile Diabetes at our daughters’ school. I didn’t want to go. I had work to do. Two-hours standing outside encouraging 2nd and 3rd graders to keep walking around a big field wasn’t going to be very productive. I needed to finish some projects. I needed to make ends meet. Because that’s the most important thing. I’m an idiot. 20 years ago, my life changed in a moment of clarity when…
Last night I lost a dozen or so followers after a tweet about my ass. I just happened to notice this because of those stupid numbers on Twitter that show us how valuable we are to the world. Or at least, I think that’s the only reason they exist – to feed our egos and tell us lies. The reason for the mass unfollowing was probably the result of a mass following in the first place. Earlier in the week…
April 4. Three words. Ten characters. The chance to push something good into the world. For a change. #ILoveYou
I saw Rush last night in Greensboro. We had great seats. It was the third time I’ve seen the Canadian trio, and they’ve never sounded better. The fact these guys are all pushing 60 gave me hope for being pretty active later in life. Before the intermission, Geddy Lee even joked, “Because we are very old men, we must now take a short intermission.” After the break, they came back and played Moving Pictures in its entirety. Moving Pictures was…
A couple of years back, Barack Obama gave a speech. In it, he mentioned that we (America) must ‘brave new directions.’ I immediately checked whether ‘bravenewdirections.com’ was available. It was. I thought it had massive potential for a campaign – whether political or commercial. A command like that doesn’t fall out of the tree every day. Only, my hosting company was migrating servers as the result of an acquisition and my account was temporarily locked. Fearing I might lose the…
There’s an obnoxious wooden placard I pull down from the attic each year at this time and place on the top of our media center which reads, “We interrupt this marriage for baseball season.” I love baseball. I love it in the way a reader looks forward to the next chapter of a great book. I love it for its companionship over six months and the daily drama that it provides. I love it for the grass and sunshine. And…
