The Race

I was helping my daughter put together her pinewood derby car for Girl Scouts. We were laying on our stomachs lining up the nail to go through the tire at the exact right angle. As I was explaining why it was important to make sure the tire doesn’t rub the wood she surprise… Read more...

The Machine Gun

When I’m excited about something, I make machine-gun noises with my mouth. If I’m really stoked, I’ll cup my hands to my mouth to make the noise louder, and then move my head from side to side in a sweeping motion as if I’m spraying the room with machine-g… Read more...

Try Not Knowing

The greatest thing you can do upon meeting someone new is to recognize that you do not know them.

What you see, how you feel… these things will mislead you. We are manipulated by patterns and repetition. Once we see 5 trees grow to the same height with the same fruit, we sta… Read more...

Our Algorithms Are Failing Us

Our echo chambers are only getting louder.

I appreciate recommendation engines and suggested posts as much as anyone but they only feed me more of the same. The machines, they claim to know me, to have me pegged by what I do and say online or in a store or to a speaker sitting on … Read more...

My Red Nikes

I have a pair of red Nikes that make me happy whenever I wear them. They’re classics, They’re perfect, but it’s not their appearance that makes me so happy. Not the comfort either, and they’re damn comfortable.

I was visiting my brother in LA, just me this … Read more...

Beyonce, Belinda, & Me

A curious thing about me.

I’m a straight man and I love to sing female fight songs – ideally, anything of the “I Will Survive” variety. Songs like Madonna’s “Do You Know What it Feels Like for a Girl”, Beyonce’s “Irreplaceable… Read more...

Doorknob Comments

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Ever notice when talking to someone the most important things come out right when you’re starting to leave, often right when one of you has your hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, I almost forgot… One last thing…”

It’s as if the mind, when p… Read more...

Years of Sitting Alone

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My grandfather’s favorite thing to do was to sit under an apple tree at the bottom of a hill in his yard and smoke cigars. He’d have his shirt unbuttoned all the way, kind of slouched, moving the cigar to his mouth in a slow, sideways arc.

As a kid I found… Read more...