Hey li’l man, I didn’t get a hike in yesterday, so I really wanted to see the sunrise today. I tried to go to the Huckleberry Trail, because for some reason I thought it would be less crowded than Seneca Rocks, even though it’s a Monday…in February…and all of the…

Hey li’l man. Your mom’s gonna be mad, because she’s told me where your name came from a million times…but right now I just can’t seem to remember the story. And that’s one more thing that hurts right now. But this is about you, li’l man. Your name. I’m looking…

What if you thanked the people who have helped you the most while they’re still alive? — I feel like I’ve learned more about myself and the world in the past year than in the 45 years that preceded 2020, which historians have reportedly declared the “eighth worst year in US history” and/or the “sixth worst year in world history.” Regardless, it’s fair to say that in…

TL;DR (for the true slackers) — try this 30-minute meditation on Spotify for a dope approach to “deep thinking” Now for the director’s cut: “I don’t know what that is, but I have to find out!” To say my curiosity was piqued the first time I saw the mysterious cover art on a VHS copy of Slacker at the Tower Records on Rockville Pike would be a profound understatement…

Wait. If we’re producing new information at an exponential rate, then isn’t our ignorance also rising exponentially? The thought stopped me dead in my tracks. Charlie was thoroughly confused. As my friends, family, and coworkers know all too well, primarily because I talk about it a lot. Like, a lot. “Consuming books,” as I’ve taken to referring to one of the central tenets of my “personal resiliency…

A colleague asked me a profound question the other day: how do I “make sense“? He didn’t elaborate much on the question, and it immediately grabbed my attention, as any good open-ended, giant information gap should. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I didn’t. …

“Greasy Fizeek is now going to paint a musical picture in his mind with the uber vacuum cleaner of what he thinks of Mike’s special black socks that he has on tonight…a musical picture from Greasy Fizeek.” Those fateful words, uttered by Phish’s Trey Anastasio as he introduced drummer Jon…

What if you could play a concert anywhere? I’m embarrassed to admit that the last show I caught live was on Friday, November 22 of last year: a local tribute to The Last Waltz. The show was amazing, but I’ve kicked myself countless times for all of the chances I had between November 22 and March 11 of…

It’s been really hard to know how to think since March 11. Nobody had, or has, a viable playbook for 2020. Despite any and all predictions or future plans for this year, nobody had “20/20 vision” for what 2020 would bring. Nobody saw 2020 coming. Certainly not the combination of…