Arguably the best 21 minutes of comedy in the last two decades is the Rick James episode of Chappelle’s Show. I’m not going to quote it here because this is a PG-13 blog, but it’s a masterpiece. If you haven’t watched it in a while, go and watch it again because it holds up well after all these years.Continue reading “How Chappelle’s Show Influenced My Demos”
Another year, another Thanksgiving. This year I am thankful for many things; health and family are top of the list, but rounding out the top five I’d add smoked turkey. Like my post last year, I’m going to recap my Thanksgiving so I know what worked well and what didn’t work.
And yes, I’m well aware that by writing this post, I’ve become this guy.Continue reading “Thoughts on a Quarantined Thanksgiving: Lessons on Smoking a Turkey on a Weber Smokey Mountain”
I don’t know why the Salesforce Chicago office doesn’t allow shorts. I didn’t know why Rightpoint didn’t allow shorts when I was there. But what I do know is that any sense of a dress code has disappeared over the last six months. For a predominant amount of that time, I wore shorts every day; that is, every day until today because my furnace stopped working. Cold and discouraged, I lamented out loud “No more shorts” and sadly put on pants for the first time since early April.
I want to thank my small army of shorts for clothing me these last couple months. You’ve spent a lot of hours sitting in the exact same chair. To my khaki, non-cargo shorts: you’re my go to. I’m sorry there’s a slight tear on the rear seat, but we’ll work on getting that patched soon. To my cargo shorts, thanks for having more pockets than I have needs. To my blue cargo shorts, I’m sorry that pair of scissors ripped through the outer pocket.
To my athleisure shorts, thanks for being pajamas, painting, and project shorts. It’s a weird combo, I know, but you do it so well. I apologize for not calling you up to the major leagues, aka daily wear shorts, but I have standards.
It’s been a fun six months, and while I love my menagerie of jeans, they’re nowhere near as comfy and endearing as you. Good night sweet princes. Rest well in the dresser. I’ll see you in the Spring.
I am steadfast believer in creating SMART goals. I usually write mine down at the beginning of the year. However I must confess that although I write the goals down, and I’m aware of them day to day, I really don’t do the best of holding myself accountable. It’s still a good exercise. This public blog post is a means of keeping myself more accountable than I have in the past.
One goal I had this year was to look at my phone less. That hasn’t gone particularly well. I sadly spend about two hours a day on average staring at this six inch screen in my hands. And if you’re thinking this post is about going cold turkey from my phone, it’s not. I’m going to cut out a major piece of my information diet which I believe in turn is creating a lot of anxiety.Continue reading “Cold Turkey”