Listing the Fuckups is More Helpful Than the Other List
The size of your successes matches the size of your failures.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of October 1, 2023
Step 1: Identify the problem. Step 2: Make a TikTok about it. Step 3: Make adjustments and manage it. Step 4: Find peace.
Sad Good Guys Wear Black
Black on black on black with a touch of gray
To communicate you’re just not in the goddamn mood today.
To announce a state of mourning.
To send a silent warning.
Now I've Got To Write Something Stupid!
Well now I’ve got to write something stupid. Because the last thing I wrote was really serious.
I Believe... [Profundity Comes From Heartache]
...that we are our most profound when broken hearted.
Loving Las Vegas—Come Out and Buy a Book!
Free but you should bring some dough for booze and books!
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 24, 2023
Fear can be mastered. Loathing is destructive.
For Those Who Would Judge
Not pictured: us.
Emotional Truth is a Synonym for Bullshit
Did Hannah Gadsby really nearly get beaten up at a bus stop for presenting as lesbian? Did Dave Chappelle actually have the conversations with his transgender fan? Did Bert Kreischer truthfully infiltrate the Russian mob? Does any of that matter?
I Believe... [More Kirk, Please]
...that while developing more Spock and less Kirk in my decision making has been for the good, I’m thinking I could use some more of that Kirk in the meantime. Being overly cautious has never been my default and while caution is smart, it doesn’t make for a good story.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 17, 2023
If I could travel through time, I’d go back and invent a time machine sooner.
How Democracy Works
The Donor
If I’m dead, how am I talking and to whom?
Disconnecting from the Cacophony
This is not to state that competition is the source of our current divides but how we perceive competition and specifically for what you compete is the problem we face.
I Believe... [Weed Your Mom's Garden]
...that spending a morning helping my mom clean up her extensive gardens, pulling weeds and trimming back overgrowth, and then organizing the garage as my dad sits in his chair supervising his need for order in one of his few places left is worth more than most things I do on any other given day. My mom singing nonsense songs in her pleasure at her garden and my dad’s satisfied grin as the garage comes together is gold.
If Al Capone Had Been Elected President...
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 10, 2023
After seven years of marriage, I can confidently say that I’m fine with the farts.
Choosing to Not Share the Pain
Who in this scenario is to blame for non-striking workers (below-the-line people) feeling the pain designed to be inflicted on the Big Money class?
I Believe... [AI is a Sex Doll]
...that AI will eventually end up simply pretending to love lonely men and women like emotional sex dolls.
Bon Voyage, Jimmy Buffett
“Margaritaville” hit our ears in 1977 but by 1978, it was already being played to present depression and self-destruction to be as much fun as a conga line. Jimmy Buffett turned that into a billion-dollar business. Misery loves company, especially when there’s boiling shrimp, regrettable tattoos, and frozen tequila concoctions involved.
Her fury, her hurt, her fear and shame was pure focus. She dug deeper into her legs. The blood began to run down her thighs, soaking through her dress and forming a small puddle in the pew.