Gratitude, by degrees
If I’ve learned one thing this weekend, it’s that gratitude comes in degrees. I was unable to be in Beverly Hills on Friday night, and I honestly don’t know if I would’ve had the...
If I’ve learned one thing this weekend, it’s that gratitude comes in degrees. I was unable to be in Beverly Hills on Friday night, and I honestly don’t know if I would’ve had the...
I started Rapid Eye Reality in 2001 when my friend Susannah pulled me aside at a wedding and said there was this thing called a “blog” that I might find interesting. Since that time,...
I’m guest-blogging for Wil Wheaton this week. If you’d like to check in on what I wrote, you can find the stories here: WHEATON’S LAW REVISITED A FIELD FULL OF LIGHTNING
“I see so many kids that love being writers more than they love writing.” —Scroobius Pip I could probably count to a hundred, but if you’d asked me, I would’ve told you there were...
If you have been a reader of Rapid Eye Reality for a while, you know that once a year I release a story that doesn’t really fit in these pages. It’s my Halloween gift...
Two weeks before nineteen men crashed airplanes into my country, I started a blog. This blog. It was an exercise, an outlet suggested to me by my friend, Susannah. We were eating shrimp and...
There is probably a good reason we all don’t circle around a Halloween tree and exchange gifts at midnight of October 31st. No matter. Halloween remains one of my favorite holidays and one I...
As I sat here and tried to decide what sort of drivel might fit on this page today, I realized I’ve been writing on Rapid Eye Reality for nine years now. It was around...
I woke up this morning with a common but somehow greater appreciation for people who are willing to share what’s in their head. I have several friends who have done that over the last...
I was out and about this week enduring some last-minute errands. I had a quick photo-shoot thingy downtown. The photographer asked what I did for a living. The short answer I give is, “I’m...
I’m often inspired by my friends. In the past week, two people I’m proud to call buddies have written some very personal stories. At first I wondered if I was so touched by both...
I asked a lot of people to marry me when I was in second grade. I never learned to fight very well, so I tried my best to love. Hence, the proposals. I don’t...
I got the sense they were talking about me. I was younger then–just 31, in fact–but I was no dummy. I’d already seen some of the most impressive and disturbing things most people ever...
Last year at this time, I wrote a little story for Halloween titled “The spot in my yard.” It was a spooky little tale based on some real happenings around the house. This year...