It is not enough to lean against the Calf Raise machine. No. You must step into it, submit to Continue reading
The strap broke on Dad’s travel bag today, the one he used over his last few years whenever he visited me. I don’t normally Continue reading
I like finding accidental definitions of my life.
One of the most apt summations is my “Favorites” call list on my phone. I have only three numbers starred — my wife, my main freelance client, and my go-to takeout restaurant.
“Wife! Money! Tacos!” It makes a superb rallying cry.
Perhaps having only three starred numbers is a sign of a small life, but in my defense, my dogs don’t have cell phones (yet).
Spotify playlists make for horrible self-assessments. My ears are shameless.
On Saturday, I played poker with my old gang for the first time in a couple years. I would say our seriousness far exceeds the stakes Continue reading
A neighbor fired up a lawn mower today. It sounded as if he were mowing rocks. I admire his hustle or his epic procrastination.
Usually these false spring days — sunny and high temperature in the 60s — are filled up with acts of joy still scheduled for weeks or months hibernation. Continue reading
It was the writing on the dusty window trick. I am immature enough to laugh at vulgar things but old enough to know better than to post pictures of them online.
The canvas for the graffiti artist was a Continue reading
Prescription medicine commercials are to today what beer ads were to the 90s. Spokespersons and mascots and analogies and magic. My love for them is double bathtub.
Salix Pharmaceuticals thought the “Gut Guy” was a good idea. Probably an entire conference room full of people bought off on it — in writing. It worked for Michelin Tires, didn’t it?
The Salix ad wizards even ran a Super Bowl commercial for Xifaxan in 2016. Continue reading
The College for Creative Studies will be having an open house information session this Saturday 9 a.m. – 2 p.m. for perspective students (additional sessions will be held March 25 and April 22). You can RSVP online for Saturday’s and the other upcoming events.
There is nothing worse than trying to force yourself to write when you have a book you really want to read. I could write a book about the subject, if only I didn’t have this book I really want to read.
Stringing together crapass sentences isn’t the essence of good writing, but showing up daily is. So, as awful as I feel putting this post into the world, it is a raging success in that regard. Or so I keep saying to myself on days like today.
Ugh. Just push “publish” and get it over with.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Marketers humping your leg. Greeting card mush and standing in line for roses. F-ing Adam Sandler/Drew Barrymore romantic comedies.