Make no mistake, I’m no fan of the Boston Red Sox. I used to like them back in the day when they had Jim Rice, Dewey Evans, and Fred Lynn. And sure, they were a great story in 2004. But there’s something about the air of entitlement Boston sports fans carry around that doesn’t agree with me. Celtics. Bruins. Pats. Sawks. It’s unnatural. But I digress, this post isn’t about the Red Sox. Or even Boston sports. It’s about heart…
I’m not a party guy. And by party I mean a gathering of revelers under the guise of a concept for justification to drink and publicly enjoy the side effects of alcohol. Namely, feeling different than we normally feel. Wilder. Crazier. Free from the shackles of real life. I used to drink. And was quite good at it. I would even sometimes go to parties where groups of people would grind against one another, sing silly songs, make fools of…
Sitting in rush hour traffic sucking poison air belched from metal monsters, I thought about our trip to Belize this summer. I thought about the clean air and fresh food and natural wonders all around. I thought about the happy people. Then I thought about how that was just vacation. An illusion granted to us for our commitment to the machine for fifty weeks a year. And I thought about how sitting in traffic, and working at a computer, and…
Angels constantly swirl around me. Some are beautiful. Some are violent. Some have bad teeth. They protect me from those who would rip out my soul and string it up on telephone lines by clothes pins. Those who malevolently peer out of strollers as they’re pushed along by parents in designer jogging suits. My angels whisper to me that I’m safe. Only, I know that I’m not. None of us are. The wolves keep long hours. And angels are easily…
No one ever takes clients around to meet the marketing department. The marketing department is invisible. We don’t build the products. We don’t land the big sales. We don’t have offices in the corner with couches and windows. We are billy goats who get off on getting people we’ll never meet in person to think twice about something. To get them to consider a new idea. A new perspective. Our only glory comes from each other, and from savvy business…
I’m from Scots-Irish descent and grew up in Florida in the 70s – before sunscreen was a thing. As a result, I used to burn fairly regularly. I love the sun, and continue to enjoy being outdoors as an adult. Albeit with plenty of sunscreen. Last year I noticed a tiny spot on my chest and scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist. He diagnosed the spot as basal cell carcinoma. Skin cancer. A week later, the doctor took a hot spoon…
