I am heading into my 10th winter of living in Colorado. While this is not an accomplishment to many of the natives that live here, it is something that I cherish more than almost anything else. It means that I will have seen the best snow that exists for an …
Does calling you a “lucky bastard” mean that you are doing something right or something wrong? Does it mean that you have made a good decision for your career and are moving on to a place that others would like to be? Or are you being blamed for everything that …
When you have to use your wife’s expired pregnancy anti-nasea medacine to stop from vomiting. Posted via email from The Throughput
I used to think that incremental change would not suffice. Nothing would infuriate me more than baby steps forward. And yet, the kinds of revolutions I see around me are terrifying. Large scale pendulum swings and quick fixes that get massive amounts of press seem are wreaking havoc on everything …
I was a nose picker. When I felt as though there was an obstruction, I went after it with gusto. I was not proud of this habit, but I didn’t know what else to do. I thought for a while that I might have an overly active snot producer. It …
For the first time in about 5 years, I get to pick out a new cell phone. I was bound by a 2 year contract that transitioned directly into a district-approved phone. I haven’t had choice of provider, phone or plan for all of that time. Now that I must …
Image via Wikipedia When my wife and I moved into our first house, we decided we would change a few things. We moved the refrigerator out of the hallway and into the kitchen. We covered over some hideous wood paneling with drywall. We even made consistent archways out of every entryway. Well, …
I realize that I have spent a great part of my professional life explaining things. I explain how tools work or how to write a persuasive paper. I may take others through an experience to help them understand and figure things out for themselves, but in the end I am …
Image via CrunchBase I have never fired a gun. At least unless you count pellet guns at camp in middle school. Sure, I won minor marksmen awards for accuracy and consistency. Sure, I loved the feeling of loading up the tiny pellets and shooting them off one by one. I may …
You see people loitering and being congratulated for doing so. You hear authentic and original voices throughout the day. You see the sunlight hitting everyone and nothing is left in dark corners. You entrust your fate and the fate of your children. You simply don’t want to be anywhere else.