I found myself wondering tonight, as I sat with my wet hair in a teal, turban-esque towel situation, staring at the lamp lit reflection of myself in my apartment window, “when does daylight savings happen?” I remembered, then, that I used to sincerely dread and loathe the idea of losing an hour out of a night,… Continue reading Daylight Savings and Other Traditions
Shortly after posting an article by A. Thomas McLellan, PhD. in defense of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death by heroin overdose to my Facebook page this evening, I heard the news about Robin Williams’ death by suspected suicide. The deaths of these two men this year have hit me equally hard. I didn’t know them personally, but… Continue reading Idiosyncrasies: On the Deaths of Robin Williams and Philip Seymour Hoffman
Country artists don’t get nearly enough credit for their candid lyrics about real-life scenarios. No, I’m not talking about “Red Solo Cup”; I’m thinking along the lines of Miranda Lambert’s song, “Baggage Claim”: It kinda makes it hard to get a good grip I drop your troubles off at the conveyor belt, I’ll hand… Continue reading Meet Me at the Baggage Claim
Working it Out It’s just before 6 am and I’m at work at a local gym–new job, new town. It doesn’t really feel like I’m working or working out lately. The sun is starting to rise in the east over the Passaic River and its polluted waters. 90s metal is escaping through the open… Continue reading Working it Out
Nights at the Circus, Or My Most Erratic Blog Post Ever Come one, come all. As the eastern seaboard sleeps, I’m back at it. I’m thinking about life and literature (same thing, really) and depositing these ideas here, in some intangible space where they won’t pollute the environment or get tangled in baby duck feet.… Continue reading Nights at the Circus
“I am a firm believer that as writers, we tell ourselves things we didn’t know we already knew. It’s an amazing gift we give ourselves and each other–to discover or remind ourselves of truths our subconscious minds had temporarily locked away.” Check out the rest of my guest blog post for the Notebook Blogairy here:… Continue reading The Write Life: Telling the Truth
Intellectual Freedom I’ve seen it written somewhere recently, “what will you do with your one and only life?” Considering some might believe in reincarnation, I suppose this question isn’t as pressing. But there are consequences for living in that belief system, too. I guess, to be fair, it is still stirring to think, “what will… Continue reading Intellectual Freedom: A Conundrum
I didn’t inherit my mother’s tall, slim physique. I have my dad’s hair and face shape. I can be aggressive, sassy, and I like competition; my mom gets upset for my dad and me when the Giants lose and I’ve never heard her really raise her voice. My skin doesn’t tan well like my mom’s… Continue reading And I’ll Tell Them I Got it From My Momma
I came across the audio from this presentation on a TED Talks podcast one sleepless night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone speak so candidly and yet eloquently to the psychological danger inherent in the expectations of being a creative person, i.e. a writer.
I’ve shared this with a bunch of people and posted it to my Twitter, but if you missed it and are at all creatively inclined, I urge you to spend 20 minutes of your day listening to Gilbert speak and maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel a little bit of the weight of the world lifted from you as I did.
As part of my recent internship project, “Entrepreneur Vignettes,” at Followgen.com, I’ve been told by some entrepreneurs that for them it was a “genetic proclivity”–written in their DNA that they would start their own business. This might be true in the same way Tiger Woods was destined to play golf. But isn’t it odd that… Continue reading “Who Are You?”