We Need You

We Need You

Listen, the world needs whatever it is your working on. That book you’re writing deserves to be read. The painting you’re putting off belongs on someone’s wall. We’re ready for your business to open its doors. Your coffee shop. Your bakery. Your Japanese/Cajun tapas...

Tweak

Tweak

Tweak is my dude. He was the second fish I got after I got after the monster, Black Tooth Grin. Tweak is an electric yellow cichlid. Black Tooth is an aggressive orange some-kind-of-African-cichlid-or-another, and easily five times Tweak’s size. They are the tank’s...

What Goes into the Forge

What Goes into the Forge

I’m a bit of a nerd. We’ve covered that, right?  Among a pile of distractions that I’m not super proud of, I have a thing for this History Channel show called Forged in Fire. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a competition reality show, and each week a different cast of...

I Just Like Dixie

I Just Like Dixie

“Can I go get it?” I ask as soon as she throws it. “It” is just a flashlight tossed into the intake of an F-18 Super Hornet. “She” is the super-hot flight engineer for the Canadian Air Force.  Yes, I know, it sounds shallow. But she has been explaining the inner...

From Trier

From Trier

Purple, green, and yellow lights sparkle in reflection on the rain-soaked cobblestone. We arrive in a group, but a sudden downpour sends everyone scattering. Everyone but me, of course, so despite the diminutive heart the oldest city in Germany, I quickly find myself...

The Cost of Things

The Cost of Things

I don’t remember who said it, but it has stuck with me long enough that I should probably credit them. The gist is this though: To live an extraordinary life, you have to be willing to give up some of the things that come with an ordinary one. In the last two weeks,...

Fail Big

Fail Big

I don’t know how many times I’ve begun this post and deleted it in the past few days.  My fingers keep typing justifications. I want to explain the hows and whys. The bottom line though, is that I’ve taken some professional and personal lumps the last few months....

L’appel du Vide

L’appel du Vide

The French are good at two things: Eating snails and making up words that we don’t have in English. Seigneur-terraces is their word for people who sit at coffee shops and take up tables for hours without spending any money.  When I waited tables, we used to call them,...

The Burden of Proof

The Burden of Proof

You probably know by now that I have basically eschewed politics, given the finger to both sides, and hunkered down as a spectator to what I think has become the XFL of global politics. What that allows me is the freedom to watch it without having a team, the same way...