February minutiae
This 28-day month thing really needs to change. If I were February, I would insist the short-month responsibility work on some rotational basis in which the short month got passed around. June gets awfully...
Category: Rapid Eye Reality
January analytics
I’ve found that quests for personal betterment are usually easy to derail with a little unconscious rationalization. A little concession here, a little laziness there. By the time August rolls around, it’s easy to...
Rapid Eye Reality’s 2009 superlatives
In 2009, my wife gave me another son. She gave me room to be me. She gave me encouragement like no one else could. In 2009, my oldest son looked at me in a...
Six Weeks of Crazy nears its crazy end
The following isn’t so much interesting as it is an excuse for why I’ve been away so much recently. About five weeks ago, I started using the phrase “Six Weeks of Crazy” to describe...
Anna Nicole and the November iPhone photo project
I did the math. If I do all I need to do between now and the time I have a break on December 9th, I should have about 10 minutes a day for Rapid...
Rapid Eye ephemera
It may be that I’m working a lot, not sleeping a lot, or becoming naturally concerned with the all-too-soon birth of the boy we call Dos. Regardless, I haven’t written yet in the month...
Otis miscellany
As most of you know, I’m not a meme guy. As most of you also know, I like talking about myself. So, a meme that asks me to talk about myself invites an embarrassing...
Rapid Eye Reality’s 2008 superlatives
Let’s just get this out of the way. I wasted 2008. Among my other thirty-something (and forty-something friends), talk of “how fast the year went” has recently become a frequent topic of discussion. For...
Pardon our mess
Last summer, the family and I drove up the mountain to Caesars Head. It’s little more than an outcropping of rock in Blue Ridge Mountains that looks vaguely like a face, but it’s a...
Friday Mental Massage: The big purge
After three days of near-constant downpours, the sun has come out over G-Vegas. The sky is blue, the air is cool, and it feels exactly as a South Carolina December should. As you might...
Where’s my passport?
(Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico)— Several years ago, I established the 80-20 rule in regard to what I write publicly about the behind-the-scenes parts of my work. Eighty percent never gets written. Twenty percent is written...
Road head
His hair was cut in a 1985 five-inch spike and not in a cool way. He was watching a show about a serial killer on the Discovery Channel. I don’t remember his name and...
Secret handshake
Last night, I met a guy who slings hemp bracelets. That’s not drug code or anything (the drug dealer was a different guy a few seats down the bar). The bracelet guy actually makes...
Riding bitch in a Honda Karma
“You’re inviting some bad karma,” my wife said before she shut up. That I had already picked up a speeding ticket and sat in stop-and-go traffic for a few hours didn’t seem to factor...