Blog tales of the Modern Man
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 […]
I’ve learned a lot in this year of the blog. This is not the first blog I’ve had, but it is definitely the one into which I’ve put the most time and energy, and I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that some of you who read this blog I know, and some of you I […]
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 […]
While making dinner for my family last night, I scanned my phone for a playlist worthy of the occasion. I’ve made dozens–if not hundreds–of random playlists over the years: The Melancholy mix, The Beautiful Letdowns, Autumn Falls, Can We Start Again Please, The All Things New Mix (specifically designed for “The All Things New Years’ […]
I began this little blog ranting and raving about how the pop-culture world of parenting and marriage magazines where particularly women-focused. And this is so very true. Along the way, I’ve been endlessly discouraged by the fact that any recognizable publication having to do with men has something about orgasms, biceps or supplements on the […]
I do not generally believe in mythical creatures. I remember being slightly bummed out by the realization that the tooth fairy was a fantasy, but other than that, I’ve never been one to wonder about the unseen or the unknown. I suspect the Loch Ness Monster is a recurring shadow in the mist. I am […]
