â€œIf everybodyâ€™s focus was every body else, how would that change the world?â€
I am a recovering pack rat. And let me tell you, it ainâ€™t easy. Deciding to let go of your treasures (actual or imagined) is a hard choice to make.
Each Friday morning, Buc jumps impatiently into Janet’s car for his weekly trip to school.
Humans are plentiful; friends are in short supply, but infinite in possibility. A friend is someone who has truly accepted you, taking all your best into them and offering you their best in return.
There are any number of ways to attempt to manage all your conflicting priorities. Most of them are pointless.
Phantom is one of those cats that gets this look on his face like he knows something you don’t and there’s no way he’s ever going to tell you. It’s like a combination of wisdom and pity. It’s really disconcerting.
Once you get to know me you realize there just isn’t a lot there. It’s not that I’m shallow — it’s just that I’m a three trick pony. Hang around me for any length of time and you’ll get the idea. You’ll start to notice that you heard me tell this joke before, were struck by that witty comment sometime last month, saw the same nervous tick last week when I got upset about the state of baseball in America. And that’s when it hits you. I’m boring. Nice, but really boring. Oh, I don’t blame you. You think it’s bad for you, imagine being me. I’ve been living with myself for nearly thirty years now. It’s no walk in the park.
Dear National Retail Chain: I couldn’t help but notice, during a recent visit to your place of business, that you have an exciting array of new designs just in time for the winter festival season. While I am excited about purchasing many of your items both for myself and as gifts for friends and family, … Continue reading An open letter
I pushed the door open with both hands and sauntered to the soda counter. Sitting on an old high stool I gazed around and took in the shelves that ran floor to ceiling. The smell of mildew stung the air and I felt as if I were trespassing time itself.
Someone was ranting on the radio today. That’s not unusual, of course. But what caught my attention was the subject of the rant. “I blame computers,” the ranter said. “It’s all this TV and video games and computers that’s ruining the kids. There’s no creativity.” And that got me thinking. First of all, full disclosure: … Continue reading My Binary Life