A few years back, I had the pleasure of seeing Philip Levine at the Detroit Institute of Arts. He packed the house, then killed it. Continue reading
The above is a page of my notes from a meeting that took place nearly twelve years ago. We worked many weekends on that campaign. Suntory times!
If you want to know what it’s like to work in an advertising agency on a big-time pitch, Continue reading
Today, I’ll watch both football games and not cheer for any particular team. As an embittered Lions fan, I hope they all lose. As desirable as this outcome may be, I know it’s an unrealistic dream, but that’s exactly what being a Lions fan is all about. Continue reading
It was very foggy when I walked the dogs last night. It felt like being in an episode of “Outlander” except the ground was flat and my kilt was period-incorrect (it’s from the Rowdy Roddy Piper collection).
It was day one of Getting Back After It 2017. I had booked 10,000 steps a day 35 days straight, a personal best, before missing my daily mark because of sickness.
Stupid streaks, check lists, points of pride help me stay productive. On this blog, I’ve posted something every day for over 30 days straight, and believe you me, I wouldn’t have made it this far—even with five-minute shitty posts—without having a simple goal.
Another silly goal this year—no pizza, no hamburgers, no Sausage McMuffins. This is the equivalent of my Dad swearing off pork chops, pasties and coffee cake.
I’m not happy about today’s inauguration. Surprise! But I don’t want to whine about the lost election. I want to look to the future.
My lefty friends, if you want a preview of how all this nitwit, Tea Party politics will end, look at Troy, Michigan. Continue reading
Sad to report, Alice and I have been having a spat in these last days.
We’re finishing off our fallout shelter and can’t agree on the final touches. I want a “Ghostbusters” pinball machine. She Continue reading
Over the summer I accidentally ordered a large print book from Amazon. I remember posting on Facebook that I may never go back to regular books.
I did go back to regularly printed books, but today I checked out a large print book from the library and wow, I may never go back to regular books. Continue reading
Got the new facial hair trimmed by my barber last week. For some reason, I thought the experience would be more of an experience, kind of like when a spaghetti western gunfighter rides in from the sage and sits for his first shave in a month.
That, my friends, is an eight pack of Coca-Cola.
You know how difficult it is to pluck a bottle off a plastic ring? I think Coke’s packaging engineers were trying to address this problem.
Let’s be generous and call it an over-correction. Continue reading