Apples To Orangutans to Xylophones to Squatty Legs

You know what’s worse than doing something that is a no-winner?  Knowing what you’re doing in a no-winner.  You picking up what I’m putting down?  Like scarfing down a Costco-sized satchel of fig newtons and a pail of egg nog just before hitting Six Flag’s new Vomitorium Ad Nauseum roller coaster.  With vertigo and a…

Have You Met My Friend Jack?

“I’ve got news for you pal, you ain’t leading but two things right now: Jack and shit… and Jack just left town”.  – From Army of Darkness. While not exactly the most elegant quote, someone in a meeting used a variation of that one the other night – that there were only two things he knew out there while drinking…

I Expect You To Read This

I’ve done it again. There you were,  seamlessly switching between The History of The Stapler on Discovery, playing Mega Extreme Chinese Checkers online and munching on your fourth tepid tofu taquito, when BOOM!  There it was – I put an expectation on you.  Huh?  Where did that come from, you ask, licking the lumpy guac…

Shutting It Down

I debated yesterday whether to keep this blog going or to shut it down. Actually, it was over the last two nights that I had a deep internal committee meeting a la Star Chamber and weighed out the pros and cons of keeping this little thing up and running.  I wasn’t sure if I was…

Oh Dear Me

[Warning – have your finger on the “ignore”, “next” or “whatever” buttons on your keyboard, phone or carrier pigeons.  I am not sure of what other people’s method of communication is these days, but I am assuming that it’s not winged, but I don’t want to be exclusive.  Just all-inclusive, like those Dominican Republican resort…

Not So Sweet Tidings

The experiment is over. The research is done, the facts are in, the jury has handed over a sweaty folded piece of paper over to the judge. No more sugar for this dude. At the end of last January, I wrote about my decision to go sugar free.  Re-reading it with fresh eyes recently, I…

When Your Spirit Guide Is A Turtle

It always seems to come back to turtles. I am not sure why, but when I close my eyes, breathe deeply, crank up the burnt sage and seek communion with Upper Management, I see turtles (sea turtles?)  I wish I didn’t.  But there they are, crinkled pointed beaks, sun soaked tails, glinted and tinted eyes,…

Ones and Zeros

Binary code. What does that have to do with your latte? Nothing, except that the barista ringing in your order used a computer register, and computer registers, like all other computers, uses binary code.  (Unless you go to a shop that embraces the abacus still and employs a posse of Howler monkeys in the back…

Meh-ness To Society

There is an ebb and flow to things, a seasonal and cyclical arc that swells and shrinks as we pass through our days and lives, and sometimes we need to pass through times of inertness and mid-level drabness.  Neither here nor there type of deals. The pause before the next note on the scale.  A…