Is there another term for self-centered generosity? I would define this as giving for the sole purpose of fulfilling a narrative in your mind with no concern for the wants and needs of the recipient. Imagine someone who gifts golf balls, golf clubs, golf shoes, etc to someone who doesn’t play golf or to someone…

Sometimes life tosses you a hand-grenade and, if you’re lucky, it fragments and shreds all of the paper mâché you’ve propped up as walls. I take a long walk every day (it’s one of the newest pleasures I’ve discovered about being self-employed.) I walk without headphones — just me, the dog, and the world around…

Comparison is terribly misunderstood. Some say’s it’s good because it breeds competition. Other says it’s bad because it screws up your self-image. I think both of these groups are wrong. Comparison is natural and it’s also completely neutral. The dangers and benefits of comparison are in the scale not in the comparison itself. For example,…

Everything I do takes longer than I expect it to. I sit down to do a few edits on a podcast, an hour goes by. I decide to make a short little video clip for Instagram, 2 hours go by. I go to edit a vlog for YouTube and I lose 4 hours. The next…

Every time I see a story I want to read, I bookmark it on Medium. I have lists like this everywhere but I can never seem to get back to zero. As I write this I have 43 articles save on Medium, 32 videos saved on YouTube, 13 podcast episodes waiting in Castro, 158 unread books…

How many articles have you read online that tell you social media is worse for us than smoking crack? Or that the 24 hour news cycle is making us reactionary and ignorant as a society? How many decades have people been saying that 6 hours of television every day is just not natural? And it’s…

Some nights you settle in for a simple movie, just something fun, nothing challenging, nothing original, or overly deep. Some nights you settle in for one of those movies and suddenly find that every little detail resonates with you and your life like they were hidden easter eggs; hidden for you in a three-star-happy-ending-style film.…

Grief is a strange process. You forget and remember and forget and then remember and on and on until the two begin to blur together and we’re left only with a sad sense of remembered forgetfulness. And in the end it’s the guilt of everything slipping away that holds on the longest. Maybe that’s why…

Woke up this morning and my back was surprisingly free of pain. For the past few months I’ve been dealing with a bulged disc (possibly two). For those of you who don’t know what a bulged disc is, I suggest you look it up. I knew nothing about it and still, to this day, find…

The lizard part of my brain didn’t want to get up today; it didn’t want to stand; it didn’t want to walk the 15 blocks to the coffee shop where I choose to work most days. The lizard in my brain saw the grey & white sky and rolled back into the folds of my…