I’m sitting in a coffee shop with a feint morning light splintering the room; two chairs next to me are occupied. I’m wearing reading glasses devoid of prescription and I’m taking aim at an attractive girl that is best described as earthy/edgy/book-holding-sultry; she digs the glasses to fair-trade vibe I’m putting out. When the coffee
“Live every day like it’s your last.” It’s something you’ve heard before. It’s also something that has been ruined, for most people, because of the people who typically say it. You know, the “entrepreneurs,” the people who came up with YOLO and the guys who tan. They don’t mean the words because they don’t live
I wrote this to honor my best friend Champ, who is currently battling some health issues. He is making a recovery, like you would expect, because he is the Champ. He is also the dog of my current tenant, Anthony Ranaudo. Thank you. … (Insert deep-breath/mantra here) There are a few things working in
I’m eleven years old and I’m playing soccer. It is halftime, and Nancy and Pam brought orange slices. As a team we are trailing 2 to 1. This is a big game—the Supershots have no chance at a division title if we lose this one. Coach Doug and Coach Bruce are leading an impassioned speech,
“Oh God,” Nancy pouted into the phone, “you’re not going to Asia again, are you?” I had just mentioned to my mother (Nancy), a book I recently finished, The Road to Character. The book, written by author David Brooks, examines the different measures of success, eventually working to address what is real and what is
Dress Run (New Orleans, LA) The Red Dress Run is a run for charity. It is a good cause and an even better time. Below is a personal account of my experience, from last year. If you haven’t attended, you should do so. Everything I do I do for charity… 8:45 – Cellular phone alarm
There are few instances when the spoken word has really moved me to action. There have probably been even fewer when I was moved to a perspective change. I’ve met motivation before, sure, and inspiration isn’t hard to find—any IG wellness account or yoga “instructor” in a downward dog will do that—but coming across content
My roommate and close personal friend, Jerry Foster, left for Spring Training. He left a little over a week ago. When he left his room was empty and clean. He put forth a nice gesture of friendship prior to departure and he cleaned. It meant a lot. It also enabled me to efficiently and
If you live in the Eastern part of the United States, you are very cold today. Too cold to be productive. … I don’t necessarily know if that’s true, but it’s how I feel. In that light, due to weather, I’m going to write a commemorative post about warmer times. Just few weeks back, in
The Flu, a Fort, and No Power in Atlanta (10 Most Memorable Moments and Takeaways) There was a recent inconvenience at the Atlanta International Airport: power was lost, flights were cancelled, and passengers were stranded. It turned out to be a pretty big deal and a lot of people were upset—Delta got shit on.
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
I know this title photo is aggressive. It may make you uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable taking the picture–knowing I shouldn’t be looking at it let alone documenting it. But it is especially pertinent, I think, to my Korean beach trip. As this man was adorning the double-up-thong, so too were many others. It was commonplace.