Thursday, February 20, 2014

What were you like as a child?

I answer that question a bit differently than most. I was such a better person than I am now. It's true. I'm serious. I was happy. I was open. I was honest.  I was curious. I knew when it was ending though. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I knew... it was all going to change. It was like a nostalgia for the present that I knew I couldn't shake.

What were you like as a child?

Friday, February 14, 2014


I believe that there are some aspects of us that continue to live on beyond this life: the example. What is that you ask? The example is what you leave behind...the good or bad. That is what people remember.

I have done things that I am not proud of. Things that will never be forgotten; nor likely forgiven. But I will try to do my best to make amends and do my part. The example is what remains and will forever echo.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Is It Enough To Just Get By?

There are an estimated 7.2 billion people alive on the planet right now. Odds are, roughly 60 million of them die annually. The law of averages suggest that about 160 thousand die each day. I believe it was Orson Welles that suggested we begin and end life alone; but everything in between is simply an illusion. That simple fact used to keep me awake at night: a chronic insomnia. Now, I find that Welles and I both espouse that belief, as my time on this world soldiers on. We all die alone.

So I beg the question, why am I supposed to spend my life working and struggling? Is it simply to support or subsidize an illusion? No amount of friends, women, ivy league education, imported cars, big homes, impressive careers, entrepreneurship accolades, or suffixes at the end of my name will help me escape my inevitable fate.

It becomes difficult to shake the awareness of your mortality, once it steps out from the shadows and makes itself known to you. Unfortunately, it begins to make the mundane routine of your life seem meaningless. Now, before you write me off as a depressed fatalist, realize that I have been depressed in the past... It was an acute episode and I can honestly say I am not suffering from depression or any comorbidity. This is a revelation... a sudden realization. It is a poignant moment of clarity.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014


Sometimes out of nowhere, or merely growing out of a rotted board in an old deck, one can find hope.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Everyone Has That 'Crazy' Uncle...right?

Love My Family
Love My Family
Folks,  here is my case and point as to why my family is crazy. My uncle takes photographs of the television. And no, to clarify: he does not take photographs of the TV hanging on the wall for interior design or aesthetic purposes. He takes photos of live TV to recreate as if he was actually on the field during the game or perhaps to grab stills as if the imaged frames were to never be seen again. And no; no one in my family believes this to be an odd behavior. Perhaps I should reacquaint myself with the DSM-IV. I wonder if he has the expressed and written consent of the NFL? Probably best not to ask...