I Believe… [The Book]
The third of a series is out and ready to read!
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 11, 2025
If you ever need a pick-me-up, come over and let my 3-year-old serenade you with a song about poop and trucks.
C:\garbage\takethisjob.exe -shoveit
What kind of bored, unread, over-measured, automaton signed off on this AI-generated dreck? Job-hiring isn’t human resources, it’s resourcing our brain’s data to power the click-clacking of computer keys so the boss can feel good about doling out over-taxed bonuses that hardly represent the bonus time you gave the company.
I Believe… [Less Outrage]
...that the real lessons of history are almost always ignored because they require humility instead of outrage.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 4, 2026
Remember on Sesame Street, how Bert was, like, really into pigeons? The fuck with that guy? Pigeons. Pigeons!? I think there was a gas leak in that garden apartment of his.
I Believe… [Good Shoes]
...that a haircut, a good book, and a pair of shoes that really fit are the luxuries of the lower middle class.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 28, 2025
My hope for 2026 is that our cultural exhaustion will catch up to us and we’ll all disengage from the nonsense, and take a good, long nap. We’ll wake up refreshed and prepared to behave more humane to each other. And maybe, finally, vote responsibly. Or not vote at all, which may be for the best.
Jacob Marley Wasn’t Punished—He Was Finished
What Dickens Knew About Living Small, Dying Heavy, and Dragging Your Life Behind You
When the Fascists Come
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 14, 2025
If you’re not feeling the Holiday Spirit, turn on Elvis’ Christmas album. That’ll do the trick. Every time. Guaranteed. Try it. You’ll thank me. You’ll thank me very much.
The Theory of Pie
The Theory of Pie is established in my day-to-day. How much of my time is left after, say, a long work week of eight shows in six days? Who gets that time? How much do I gatekeeper for myself?
The Great American Potluck
America has always sold itself like a potluck dinner—“Bring your culture! Bring your grandma’s recipes! Bring the funky spices we can pretend we invented!”
I Believe… [Grace Ain’t Competence]
...that ‘grace under pressure’ isn’t the same thing as ‘competence in a crisis.’
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of December 7, 2025
Never give up. Don’t stop, just start. That’s the trick. The hardest part is starting. Genius only comes to a running mind.
The John Wick Guide to Not Letting Anyone Screw With Your Soul
Why Setting Brutal, Non-Negotiable Boundaries in Work, Love, and Friendship Is the Only Way to Stop Living in Plato’s Cave of Bullshit.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 30, 2025
Your life is not what you make it. It is what life lets you get away with.
A Well Earned Distrust of Permanence
People stop believing in permanence because permanence stopped believing in them.
I Believe… [Bad Photos]
...that the act of taking photos of yourself is the height of vapid stupidity and unchecked vanity. I wanna see a picture someone else took of you looking like a fresh bag of shit. Then I can know who you are.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 16, 2025
How many parents use the drive to school as an opportunity to educate their young children about the impact of Snoop and Dre’s masterpiece “Ain’t Nuthin’ but a G Thang?” Just me? Dope.
The Holy Effing Balance
A semi-poetic, unfocused, whiskey-soaked rant about the sweet spot between isms and that our choices in ideologues is a pack of false shaman preaching horseshit.
...that when meteors start crashing through roofs in Texas in bursts maybe we’re finally beginning to live in a Michael Bay world.