Blog tales of the Modern Man
That Lord of the Rings Couldn’t Tell. Home is now behind you. The world is ahead – Gandalf Ok, let’s start with a little round of Two Truths and a Lie: I sobbed all the way through The Return of the King the first time I saw it. I have actually read The Silmarillion (the […]
Episode 2 of Starting from Scratch: As continued from Our Last, Best Chance to Run As completed in To Dispell the Rumors I. The Emptiness of the Cup-A-Joe Café Welcome to the Cup-A-Joe Café. It sits at the corner of everywhere and somewhere and as you can see, not exactly a frequented spot. The coffee’s […]
For long stretches of time, life starts to feel a little bit like the scratch and dent section at IKEA. Most people go to IKEA with the best of intentions: find something wonderful and unique for stupid cheap. We want the illusion of creativity and thoughtfulness without the price tag of Design Within Reach or […]
I grew up in that inbetween era. Somewhere between that age when it was both common and expected that high schoolers and college students would find some brutish job to make their way through their summers (and sometimes year round) and the era that followed it where it is now considered a faux pas to […]
And so Easter is upon us again. A holiday trapped somewhere among the saccharine silliness of candy eggs and pastel bunnies, total irrelevance, and deep personal reverence for a select few. For much of my life, though I grew up deeply entrenched in the church, Easter was a bit of a quandary for me. I […]
I have been living with Hugo for weeks now. I promised a review of this unique piece of film genius the day I saw it, but it has taken me all too long (or perhaps something like the perfect amount of time) to come to these words. It is Oscar day after all. There will […]
Things change. People change. I’ve had people in both my personal and professional life say to me over the years, “I don’t do change.” Well, they might as well say “I don’t do breathing,” or “I don’t do bowel movements.” Now some people don’t do change well, and that’s a horse of a different color. […]
