Last week a friend called and asked me to coffee. He insisted on meeting that afternoon. “I think I’m going to leave.” he said. “Just pack a small bag and move away.” “What do you mean, leave?” I asked, genuinely confused. Across from me sat a man in his forties with everything you could want in a life. A beautiful family. A good job. A house in a nice neighborhood. Insurance. “That’s what men at my age do when their dreams…
Somehow, somewhere along the line I got married. And then sometime after that, we had children. Two girls. Our daughters are a couple of years apart in age. They each have the exact same blood running through their veins. One has gold hair and brown eyes. One has brown hair and blue eyes. They’re both skinny. One has crazy hand-eye coordination. The other, crazy artistic abilities. They both have vivid imaginations. One is reserved and cautious. One is outgoing and…
My friend Nathan Richie sent this video to me today. It sure is smart. And it seems so damn logical. I highly recommend that you spend the six minutes to watch it. But sadly, I don’t believe that this idea is possible. And the reason is because I have lost faith in the hearts of Americans. And of regular people ever overcoming big money in any capacity. Why? Because big money has become our master. I believe that men who desire power…
Everyone’s got their favorite album. And while it’s easy to list Dark Side of the Moon, Thriller, or Led Zeppelin IV as the greatest album ever in terms of numbers, personal favorites are different. This afternoon the song Full Catastrophe of Life popped up in the playlist and I was reminded once again how much I love the album Mr. Happy Go Lucky by John Mellencamp. Every haunting, deeply textured song resonates with me. Sure, Mellencamp is known for some pop hits…
Had a dream last night that me and my wife were on a small island. It was nighttime and I was preparing a romantic dinner on a blanket spread out along the shore. The full moon illuminated everything. You could see far out into the water. There were a few other people on the small, treeless spit who were all very friendly and who looked like they were there for similar reasons. Suddenly someone noticed a ripple on the surface of…
Stick to the mainstream, Jim. You’ll be happier. But what of my dreams? Fuck your dreams. They’re unsustainable. There’s no money in them. Especially yours. Best to just get in line and receive your fair helping of happiness as it’s been defined for everyone else. You’re not special, you know. Trust me, I know. But what if there’s something else? A different path than everyone thinks is right? You know what? There actually is a different path. But the thing is–you’re not the…
