Winning dirty
(Florida) — The boy was supposed to be napping. He was a sweaty, tired mess. The morning began with meeting a beach Santa in a torrential downpour. When the skies cleared, he led us...
Category: Rapid Eye Reality
Oblivious
(Florida) — We found a joint with some character today and went for some po’ boys. The place was packed and played the Beatles. I dug it, including the part where the menu was...
XM-Sirius merger outlaws alt-country
I was a kid when Springfield, Missouri’s Rock 99 changed its format to adult contemporary. I sat in my younger brother’s room and looked at what we called a jam box. Even then, at...
Russ Brown, a lucky path to cross
Several years ago (and that several is getting to be more than I’d like) I ran into a guy named Russ Brown. We were both part of a blogging and poker scene. I came...
Collateral
I’m simply too tired today to write anything that makes sense, so I thought I’d offer something that didn’t make too much sense to me at the time. Last week when I was working...
DIY
Last summer, I got it in my head that it might be time to stop identifying myself publicly with as narrow a scope as I had been. While my life and writing has revolved...
Fun with photos
The kid’s stamina for Daddy Day ran out somewhere in between Monkey Joe’s and the pet store. So, with some time to kill while he’s napping, I found a nifty little site via lifehacker...
Friday Mental Massage: Foul Mood Friday
It all started yesterday when a friend told me he was in a bad mood. Funny, I thought, I’m in a pretty good mood. From that second forward I have been in a downward...
Things I’ve seen
(Las Vegas, NV)–It’s 9:15pm. I start work at 10pm. I could be finished at 11pm or 11am. It all depends on whether a scary Russian and maniacal Dane decide to gamble for $4 million...
A friend’s work
I know my friend T is a friend when he manages to do something cool for me like what you see below. If he would just cut it out with the viral videos from...
And to Vegas
(G-Vegas Airport)–The gate agents always look at you with a smile when they see you’re going to Las Vegas. I don’t bother telling them it’s for work. It only leads to the old, “Well,...
Going home to a foreign country
(San Jose, Costa Rica)–The Obama victory celebration in San Jose, Costa Rica was small but dedicated. It started with my partners Dave and Joe convincing the bartender to turn the televisions to CNN. It...
Timeless in Costa Rica
(San Jose, Costa Rica)–The great myth about the business traveler is that he spends a romantic life on the road, sucking the marrow from mythical streets of exotic cities, and running amok in cities...
Passport to Oddville
(G-Vegas airport, 8am)–Leaving is never easy. I needed small bills and raided the boy’s piggy bank for two five spots. I left a Hamilton in their place and then felt guilty enough I gave...