As far back as I can remember, I’ve been off-center. Whether it was terrible thoughts I used to have as a boy that eventually got me a week in the hospital with nodes attached to my scalp, or living for a decade as a man possessed with self-destruction – I’ve hardly ever been mainstream. I even voted for Ross Perot. Twice. But lately, I’ve found myself drifting closer to the center. Or at least it feels that way. And it…
Yesterday marked the 16th anniversary of the day my girlfriend and I drove up to Vermont for a long weekend. I was carrying a ring in my front jeans pocket. The ring was not unlike the ring Frodo carried, as mine contained wicked magic as well. And was wicked expensive. The moment we checked into our quaint Bed and Breakfast I wanted to ask her. But we situated our bags, toured the inn and meandered on the grounds before walking across…
Back at the end of 2008, I was completely infatuated with Twitter. I engaged everyone in dialogue. I would jump into conversations between people I didn’t know, and debate issues that I probably had no business talking about. But the idea of open communications with new people was an amazing revelation for this introvert. Plus, I could do it in my underwear. There was no longer an issue of being invited to the right party and then wearing the right…
Beck once sang, “Time is a piece of wax.” I have no idea what that means. But I do know that time is a bitch. One day turns into the next, and suddenly you’re in your 40s. If you’d been paying attention, you would have noticed that time has a way of sneaking up on you. And if you had really been paying attention, you would have also noticed the battle going on for your every waking moment. We go…
Sometime around the end of August, long after you’ve succumbed to summer’s sultry song, the machine sputters, chokes, and belches to life. It starts slowly at first, with a soccer practice here and there. Then there’s an open house at school. Soon after, drama classes reemerge. Then, as long summer afternoons slip quicker into darkness, school begins again. September arrives. The machine starts whirling and whining and then magically, there’s a commitment somewhere every night. Except Thursday. And the cars…
The past few days I’ve woken up with the opening riff of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir in my head. Which is weird, since I’m not a Zeppelin fan. Everyone else was when I was growing up – but I never liked bands just because other people did. Rather, I’ve always gravitated to new music. I don’t even own any Zeppelin in my library. But I wanted to hear Kashmir, so I signed into my new Premium Spotify account this morning and…
