If you knew you had an hour to live, I bet you wouldn’t waste a second. And yet in daily life, we waste so much time on stupid shit. Like watching television. And reading. And eating. And masturbation. And smoking. And commuting. And chasing money. Maybe it’s just me. I tend to get caught up in the idea of being as productive as possible in every waking moment. Every action, efficient purpose. Vacuuming. Checking email. Balancing the virtual checkbook. Helping…
I woke up at 4 am today. Didn’t intend to. But that’s what happens when your work is so important that you stress out over your ability to make ends meet and keep a roof over your family’s head. And you lay in bed staring at the dark ceiling wondering whether it’s all just a great lie. A dangling carrot on a movie screen as you run along a treadmill; clean-shaven and committed to making a dollar. The rich must…
I want one of those kick ass memory foam mattresses for a king-sized bed with mosquito netting where my whole family, including my dogs, can hang out on Sunday mornings and talk and laugh and wrestle before we walk outside to gather eggs from the chickens and fish from the sea and bananas from the trees for a healthy breakfast in advance of taking my pen down to the beach to write love letters to the world placing them in…
Summer 1994. I was driving south on I-77 with my girlfriend. We were leaving Pennsylvania on our way to Florida for a vacation. After hours of driving through mountains and forests, the highway began to widen and the Bank of America Corporate Center rose up on the horizon–taking us by complete surprise. Charlotte. We’d heard about it. There was a pretty good NBA team here. But we lived in Northern NJ, so a small southern city like Charlotte wasn’t very…
A found tank, a few fish, and a year’s time yielded the above pictured kitchen aquarium. It’s a thriving ecosystem with snails, ghost shrimp, red wag platys, catfish and a few guppies. Thriving is appropriate because the first red wags multiplied so fast that the offending male had to be relocated to a safe, undisclosed location. Hundreds of fry. Too many to name. Not all survived. While the first four all had names – one mistakenly female – we just…
So life. You crafty little bastard – you snuck up on me. Here I am spinning around and around consuming and creating and connecting and there you are like a river flowing past. Steady. Smooth. Unforgiving. It’s time. I have a lot of things going on and need to step away from blogging for a while. There is only so much time in a day, and you don’t get any more of it. I love my life and have to…
