Sara is three. She can spot one of ‘them’ like an eagle. Bryce is five, has a higher vantage point but he gets distracted.
Spotting who — black people? Gosh no.
“Dad there! Right there!” Sara shouted at our local Kroger just yesterday.
A middle aged man and two girls possibly in their twenties, all unmasked and laughing as their spittle no doubt ended up on OUR shopping cart, walked out and practically assaulted our space. Our six foot space at least.
We got back in the car and drove to Whole Foods. An…
What’s seven days between friends?
I am 50 today.
I figured let’s get the big news right out there.
He turns 50 next Tuesday, the 21st.
He’s from Texas.
I’ve been to Texas.
The similarities are frightening.
Actually he’s from Massachussets.
But I understand people from Massachussets.
Fine maybe I don’t.
But I understand people with brothers.
Luke’s brother Owen tried to take his own life.
My friend Steve, who was as close to a brother as a friend gets, did.
This is it.
In this first paragraph I’m going to tell you the story you want to hear. And I’m speaking to you directly — you disenchanted Millennial, you overworked tech-worker, you misunderstood Boomer you. It’s the story you want to hear because I’m betting on the majority rule — the stats. The norms.
Who cares if not all millennials or igen-ers or ex-city dwellers or ex-church goers or ex-pats are disenchanted, I know you are.
And that’s important if I want you to keep reading — I’ve gotta be speaking to YOU right from the git-go.
Secondly I’ve gotta…
Ate My Movie! — And other truths from the pandemic
So. . . what’s your major?
Ah the good ol’ days. Remember when you actually used that question — What’s your major? Maybe to a member of the opposite sex at a freshman mixer? Hoping your amazing conversational skills would be noticed by her. Or him.
Other questions along those lines you may have used:
Ok maybe that last one dates…
He’s 6' 4" with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a woodsy-California air about him.
Some have called him genteel, instantly likable, carefree. His father is a locally famous — or infamous Northern California naturalist who developed trails and built two California State Parks, and both are cousins to the designer of Central Park in NYC. He’s made five movies, has an iconically cool 60’s convertible, and he lives as though not much affects him.
He’s dated some very attractive women but doesn’t seem overly invested in a relationship, though he’s great with kids and has almost a pied piper-like following…
My name is not Steve
Look it’s not a pretentious thing, it’s brevity. If I’m in a coffee shop and I’m asked my name, I hesitate.
Do I tell the truth?
Do I say ‘Alden’ and watch the poor barista’s brain grind to a halt and witness the sharpie pause that precedes their attempt at spelling a simple old English name with just 5 phonetically basic letters? And especially BEFORE I’ve had my coffee?
I say Steve.
It’s just easier. And I’ve been doing it for years.
and btw, I like Steve. …
Ok Dr. Jean was the first — but I swear I didn’t know
What was I doing in 2007? Well for the one thing I was about to make the most severe change of my entire life — second only to dropping out of college to start a BMX bike company at 19 (as told in my latest film 30 Bikes btw), Trailer here.
So maybe because I’d left my suit-and-tie advertising job for a completely unknown future, I sensed the content-creation world I was entering would require content (shocking), and therefore started a blog.
The word alone still turns…
In the room, that is.
It really is an amazing place to be isn’t it?
When things seem to finally plateau, with you on top?
Even in the ups and downs of this life, you will get to that certain age (different for everyone) when the scales of challenges vs. contentedness seem to finally balance out, and you’re rolling. ie.. you’ve got this.
Your car is fine.
Your computer is running and the glitches (so annoying!) seem to be minor and/ or they seem to “just sort of go away.”
Your kitchen system is tight. Dishes, done. Extra bags? Under…