Taking a moment to thank @patrickrhone for a recent book recommendation. You know which one. Because we know the same guy.

Things I Have Learned Relocating To Mostly Rural Michigan: - Lots of farms from which one can procure fresh vegetables - Pressure canning is now an essential skill - It’s quiet. Thank goodness.

I’ve been inspired recently by the remodeling done by @patrickrhone. I am confident no good will come of my efforts. Nevertheless… here we go.

Today’s Plan: 71 action items to prep for the movers tomorrow.

Today’s Reality: 8 solid hours attempting to find the live coax cable carrying the Comcast signal. NINE splinters and 200 yards of cable later… found it.

I have newfound respect for the cable guys.

“Moving in the Time of Coronavirus”

Some thoughts on leaving the place you love… especially under the current circumstances.

The Great Quarantine of 2020 is a pain. But, one HUGE benefit has been when my daughter comes into my home office and says, “Daddy, I need you!”

I’m right here, my love. Come on up and hang on tight.

Moving is a pain. But, one benefit has been The Great Purge of 2020. It’s forced me to acknowledge my wasteful spending and take active measures to change.

I’ve been absent from here as of late. My apologies.

A lot has happened. We’re moving north to Michigan. Job changes. Family challenges. Inability to say goodbye in person to dear friends. And truthfully…. no one really wants to be around me right now.

Because I am angry.

When I grow up, I want to be Speaker of the House of Commons John Bercow. Granted, it’s a tough job… but I bet I could restore some….

After months of deliberation and ranting about Wordpress, I’m back… to… using… Wordpress.

Peanuts Observation: Peppermint Patty is truly a wretched being. What was Schulz thinking?

It is indeed a banner day in my world. Benjamin Dreyer AND Cal Newport? This is awesome!!!!


Normally I’d wait until Friday to share this one… but THIS is THE book review of the year.

“An Anti-Facebook Manifesto, by an Early Facebook Investor”, a review of the Roger McName book, Zucked.

Tom Bissell rips FB. And it is epic and beautiful!

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. — Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night

Finishing up Churchill and Orwell: The Fight For Freedom by Thomas E. Ricks. The Afterword might be the best six pages of prose I’ve read in a decade. Feel like I’m trying to survive a round in the ring with Mike Tyson.

Yep… she’s definitely my daughter. When she does things like this I have to restrain myself from bursting out in laughter in front of her. Because I don’t want to discourage the behavior.

These are the pajama pants I wear when I have one of these weird idiopathic chronic pain days. Because Oscar truly gets me on days like this.

Gotta get that word count in before church. Wonder where she gets that from?

Ah yes… it’s time for my annual “Wake up with idiopathic excruciating body aches and chills between Christmas and New Year’s episode.” Naproxen, Tylenol, a gallon of water, heating pad and lots of stretching are on the agenda for today. Fun times indeed.

Even after seeing The Amazing Sladek over 20 times, the man still causes me to fear for his life. He’s 60 years old.

At beautiful FedEx Forum on Beale Street in Memphis. Down here watching the possible NBA Rookie of the Year, Jaren Jackson Jr. This young man is something else.

2019 Goals

I’ve looked back. Now I look forward. And question my sanity on one particular goal.

Observation: “Big and Tall” clothing stores are not “Big OR Tall” clothing stores. I’m now back to the struggle I experienced when I was younger… length minus the girth. Still… this problems is preferable to the others I was facing.

Sometimes you build a shrine so you remember what (and who) truly matters.


It’s time for my annual destruction of my home office. Dear people… pray for me as I try to make sense of this space and my illogical love of typewriters.