Stupid Finches!

…as if presidential lawsuits and hashtag movements have no connection with the greater clockwork of life stew that built us all…

Fear and Success

Innovation is on my mind. I think we all want some form of greatness. To be a hero to the whole world or a community or a child or just yourself. Did you ever know why? That may be the first step to finding your originality. Your self. Your greatness. I don’t think I ever…

Happy New Debt

There is a magical synergy to our impulsive and otherwise seemingly ridiculous tradition stacking.

Waking Up With Cozumel

I like to watch a town come to life. It begins Cozumel around 5:30 am and it starts slow. A hotel sees of a pilot in the dark and another car goes by 2 or 3 minutes later. Around 6 am a man in an unrecognizable uniform that has orange reflective bands pushes a large…

Lame of Thrones

I used to wake up and turn on the news or cyber trip through the gossip heads to find out what everyone was supposed to think about today. Now I hesitate.

Telling It Like It Is

The news cycle has changed completely. Is it lost on anyone that the tragedy unfolding in Texas is changing the news toward the positive. Is it our interest that is fickle or the people who tell us what we want to hear? Or is it that we are being shown the sharp contrast between the…

Charlottesville and Our Forefathers

Sally Hemmings was three quarters white. She was Half-Sister to Thomas Jefferson’s wife and spent her life as a slave and Mother to some of his children. She lived out her remaining years after Jefferson’s death in Charlottesville, VA as an unfreed slave who had been “given her time”.¬†

Legally Terrified

It’s finally legal and i’ve never been more paranoid in my life.

…Maybe I could chop up a new car and make kettlebells and it would be cheaper. This brings me to my main question. What is inside of kettlebells?…

Advice From Out Of Nowhere

It is a beautiful day. I am worried that it isn’t and I don’t know. That happens sometimes. We look around at what is in our immediate vicinity and we incorrectly assess the world from that information. Then we give advice or judge the actions of others that can’t see what we see… Wait. I…

We The Game Pieces

I see the world but I don’t understand. I look at what I am allowed to see and even that leaves me at a loss. I am not alone. I can’t identify with any of the suffering OR aggression that I see. I can’t identify with bluster in the face of ¬†unknowable consequence. I can’t…