When I turned 45, Jurgen Klopp sang me "Happy Birthday". Kinda. I just like to remember that.
It's my birthday and, now I have passed the threshold of 45 years, I've decided - in the manner of the excellent and worldly Quindon Tarver's "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen" - to share what I have learned up to now. This is for my kids, but you can read it too. A good ice-cream scoop … Continue reading 46 Life Lessons for My Children
This is my new mantra. I am proceeding as if success is inevitable. I'll let you know how well that works while I play FIFA, go to the movies, and eat BBQ.
As the words on my gravestone will emphasize: it could always be worse. I don’t do drugs or smoke. I gamble only with the amount of bacon I choose to wrap around my heart. “Drinking” means a bottle of beer occasionally after dinner…maybe two if my wife is having one of her shindigs. I don’t … Continue reading On Writing Expenses
Another opportunity for cultural misunderstanding. In my country, this is a "door bell."
My band would be The Three O’Clock Sounds. My biographical first album would be called: Overcomplicating Everything. This would be the cover: Track list: Huh, That Was Easier Than I Thought It Was Going to Be You Drive, I’ll Navigate I Need to Buy This (To Write) It Sounded Funnier in My Head I’m Sure … Continue reading On That First Record
The past is a foreign country. They do things differently there.
This, presumably, is the ranch that comes in and doubles for the other ranches, when they want to turn over a car or jump from a building.