Blog tales of the Modern Man
I wrote a first draft of this post shortly after the Boston bombings and posted it too quickly. Some of you may have read it. I was angry and didn’t know how to put words to it. 15 minutes after I posted it, I deleted it. It’s still imperfect, but I think I’m closer to […]
Well Martinis Optional, I have been avoiding you. Not so much avoiding you, as passive-aggressively thinking about you and deeming myself unworthy to send you message and strike up a conversation. I have had no shortage of things we could have talked about (and probably should have) over the past five weeks, and perhaps now […]
I have been learning a long overdue lesson this week: No one is what they seem. Thank God. I, like many of you, go through the bulk of my adult life patently unaware of how holistically I am judging people by their first impressions. I like to think of myself as astute! A reader of […]
This entry represents a departure for Martinis Optional. I have worked very hard to keep this from being some sort of self-indulgent voyeur’s diary, where I work out my problems for the universe to read and comment on. I find that sort of thing distasteful, and therefore have tried to stray from anything seeming to […]
An Overstewed Homage to The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel This little speck of a film has been picking at my mind for nearly a month now. And not just because I promised a blog response to it (though in part because of that), I find myself compelled to say something about the cautionary tale of a […]
I have found myself stunningly and painfully stoic since the news of the mass murder in Newtown, Connecticut on Friday. Rather than the waves of verbose shock that have frolicked the halls of Twitter, CNN and the White House, instead a bone-hardening chill has settled in upon me. One that does not deny the incalcuable […]
For the entirety of my life I have been an emotional person. I was a kid that was quick to tears and in my twenties learned that my sensitivities to others opinions and thoughts were particularly high. I have been, over the years, advised by many to “trust what you feel” and to–like my entire […]
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 […]
The playground equipment had to get repainted nearly every year. By the time I was a small boy, it was nearly impossible to tell what the original color scheme had been, though I am certain it was some hideous blocked scheme of primary colors. The equipment was of the cast metal and fiberglass variety, the […]
