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My wife and I have been married for almost eight years. In that time, we have survived many household projects; some major, some minor, and some discussed and yet to be finished. Indeed, as an architect by trade, all of the projects start out with perfection in mind. My wife is even more of a perfectionist …
The Process Process happens. We learn to crawl before we walk. We walk before we run. In our early years, we have training wheels before we can honestly have the confidence to go with two wheels on a bike. Creativity is a process, too. In architecture school, we would study the meaning behind a project, interpreting …
Several years ago, I witnessed an intriguing keynote speech from Keith Ferrazzi. He is not the victim. He is a media star and an author of a business self-help book entitled Never Eat Alone. Keith is a master networker, and the book is a good reminder of how to improve one’s approach to person-to-person interaction. …
“You need a personal Sanitorium,” my friend says with a smirk and a small clink of our beer glasses. He is implying something he doesn’t truly understand. He thinks I’m insane for my Zen of driving. My friend doesn’t get my love for the long hours involved with travel. He only heard that I was …
Where Two Worlds Collide Where two worlds collide is the most fertile on earth. It is where the ocean crashes land; the mountains meet valleys; the rivers empty into the ocean tides; the forest stops and the meadow begins; the high altitude of the timberline where trees stop growing; and, where mountain water cascades into the …
"Things are in the saddle and ride mankind." - Ralph Waldo Emerson "We are all just grabbing the horse by the tail right now," laments Mark, taking another swig from is IPA. He sets it down carefully onto the bar. He eyes that cute bar girl with her gentle smile and long ponytail sticking out …
Eighteen years away from the start of the new Millennium counted. Days, months, years at a time, and nearing two decades of living, mostly one day to the next, happily. Being Civil. I fear to call my parents elderly. Worse yet, the kids are now adults. Today, hand over hand with My Love, we undertake the tug of war …
The last phrase in my Twitter bio says, “recovering d.j.”. The term ‘recovery’, like as a goal for those ridding themselves from an addiction of some sort, is usually equated with abstinence or necessary lifestyle change. I understand this concept well. Not that music and d.j.ing hold any personal danger. But, after college, I pursued …
She has admirers beyond just us humans on the outside. There is one, obviously smitten, little fish.
It is Christmas Eve. I could be in for a long night because of The Gift. There is one present remaining on the list. It is an important one. I simply can’t let her down, not after the birthday fiasco some time back. I’m better than that. So, I press on. At one point …