Sol 14447

I was reminded recently that I think too much. Not always my best quality. Not that thoughtful reflection isn't important. Not that thoughtful planning isn't necessary. The truth of life is it is the action the defines who we are and not what we think. I heard a smart man make the statement, "They don't lock... Continue Reading →

Are you having the best day?

"The Best Day" by Atmosphere I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens Woke up on a dark side of my mattress I guess I forgot to set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in... Continue Reading →

Success and nuclear war

What defines success for you? Recently, I turned forty-seven and stumbled upon a thought experiment that made me mentally - and physically - ill. It was humbling and disturbing. As I was contemplating this reaction, I was reminded of a quote misattributed to Einstein, "You cannot solve a problem with the same level of knowledge... Continue Reading →

Being Human

I'm not going to get into a lot of background. Read the original article by clicking here. Free speech and privacy rights. Apparently these inalienable, constitutional rights do not apply to this 18 year old, Valedictorian that also happens to be gay. He is old enough to enlist in the military and kill for his... Continue Reading →

Redux: It’s amazing what a boy will do for a little piece of tail

For a father there are little moments of unadulterated terror. For teen fathers it is all terror - at least for me. You see the life you imagined dissolving into the life you've chosen. I'm not complaining - my daughter was the single best gift of my life - but the reality is nothing can... Continue Reading →

It’s amazing what a boy will do for a little piece of tail

For teen fathers it is all terror - at least for me. You see the life you imagined dissolving into the life you've chosen. I'm not complaining - my daughter was the single best gift of my life - but the reality is nothing can prepare a boy for adulthood. Except maybe adulthood.

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