0:00 /3:01 1× 3 years ago: Continued from last year ---- Mom, with every breath I still take, I've come to recognize that I recall your presence at the time the heavens were ready, 3 years ago. I want you to know that I can wait…
Three years ago today, I had a near death experience. I've written about it every year since. Sewing quilts of memories, that is all we leave behind, the station is coming. This poem below, The Station, is an altered version I wrote, of a poem I discovered in…
Interstellar didn't help. The universe stays unknowable and I've stopped asking it to be otherwise. Vast doesn't begin. Complex insults it. Somewhere out there something moves that has never needed a name. I don't need to know how. I don't…
I color outside the lines. It's always been this way. I never understood why other people's lines were something I had to follow. Society said X. I just did Y. Two weeks into my LDS mission in 2000, my mission president told me I was unorthodox.…
SaaS with "Book a Demo" instead of pricing is worse than used car salesmen. At least the dealer lets me test drive it. And I know the price walking in. Yes, I get it. Pricing is complicated. Value-based. Depends on seats, usage, integrations, the phase of the moon,…
1 Wife, 4 Kids, 3 Dogs, 6 Chickens, 1 Cat, 1 Cow (soon), 45 Black Shirts, 2 Pairs Of Red Wing Boots, 6 SF Giants Hats, 2988493 Empty Liquid Death Cans. I grew up in an open home. Talk about anything, anytime. I didn't. Who wants to discuss…
There's something about this band that will forever pull me back to the 90s when I discovered them. I don't understand how each album managed to capture exactly how my life felt at the time of release. One of the underlying themes across their catalog, when…
For some reason, regardless of the relationship, everyone has always known everything about me. I don't go around volunteering all my stories, but I also don't lie when asked. Never have. I've always struggled with liars. Not even the big lies. The obvious ones.…
I believe art is not paintings, sculptures, and drawings. Art is creation. Growing up, I was obsessed with making things. Legos. Staying up late typing random words on the typewriter because the result on that onion paper was incredible. Building forts in the backyard. Creating routes for marbles to follow…
Virtue signaling is performance art for people who've confused having opinions with having impact. You changed your profile picture. Congratulations. The algorithm noticed. Nobody else did. That's not activism. That's a firmware update for your personal brand. Here's what I've…