How Meditation Messed Up My Life

“Between stimulus and response is our greatest power—the freedom to choose.” Stephen Covey Quotes like Covey’s are like spiritual Sweet-Tarts, sugary rushes of wisdom lacking real nourishment.  Who hasn’t gotten inspired by Goethe’s “whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now.”  My… Continue reading How Meditation Messed Up My Life

Diary of a Mad White Man: Addendum to Yesterday’s Post

Yesterday I wrote a post about Peter the bore.  It was essentially a diatribe about his inauthenticity, his desire (and resultant failure) to impress, his lack of interest in those around him, and so on.  It was a warning to all the boring people in the world to straighten out and fly right. I was… Continue reading Diary of a Mad White Man: Addendum to Yesterday’s Post

Are You an Idea Junkie?

[Read below for my limited time offer of unaccredited idea-coaching!  Supply is limited (supply is one actually)] Ideas I've bailed on: Bike racing High school debate team Biking around the world Become a chef Modeling Dramatic acting Comedic acting Stand-up comedy Personal training Starting an ecologically-minded catering company Several girlfriends Mortgage sales (this was a… Continue reading Are You an Idea Junkie?

Don’t Look at the Dead Rat in the Living Room

I was hanging out at home the other afternoon when I noticed a distinctly rat-corpse-like form on my floor.  When I first noticed it, I was chatting with a friend.  I chose to table issue until he left.  As soon as he did, my fear was realized:  there was a dead rat with splayed guts… Continue reading Don’t Look at the Dead Rat in the Living Room

The Joy of Breaking Down

Eighteen years-old.  I had just spent three months sitting in my folks’ basement continuously high, working out, watching TV, in near-complete isolation, interacting only with parents and pot-dealer.  Bleakness prevailed.  I thought learning how to play my dad’s old guitar might help.  I just needed $30 for a book so I could learn some chords. … Continue reading The Joy of Breaking Down

The Plurality is Near

In 1997 my dad bought me a desktop PC for school.  It had a 2 gig hard-drive because, he said, “I thought you needed something you could grow into.”  It had Microsoft Office and came with a disk for a web-service called Gowebway. I remember unpacking the computer, anticipating all the things I could do… Continue reading The Plurality is Near

Killing My Inner Child

My first and last bike race started with a clatter and ended with a whimper.  I was fourteen and had entered the Illinois state road championships months before.  This would be my first outing on my coveted and crinkled US Cycling Federation category-four license. The race would mark my ascent to cycling greatness.  Soon I… Continue reading Killing My Inner Child