Archive For December 22, 2017
By Jacob Brogan Lisa Larson-Walker “Style is not a glaze applied late in the day to make prose look or sound better.” —Geoff Dyer, “Dead Ball Situation,” Harper’s “Is there anything less clear than an accusation made when you’re running out the door?” —Durga Chew-Bose, Too Much and Not the Mood “It was just the usual struggle to…
I can write. I just cannot necessarily write anything you want to print. Sometimes you might not even want to read it. Oh, okay, you will want to read what I write. But you just might not like what I have to say. Or how I say it. Unless you pay me. Then I can get you…
Life is like a game of cards. The hand you are dealt is determinism. The way you play it is free will. – Jawaharlal Nehru Made you look!!! What follows was originally written for pokerheadrush.com. Got back into the game years ago when I could no longer compete as a runner. In my own…
Dreamed I was the Pope. The actual Holy Father. In the dream, let me interrupt here – Like to think I’m spiritual, but not God fearing not even scared a little bit of Him. Or Her. Or Them. Gotta think there’s at least Somebody. Water on Mars? Think about it. Kanye wished he was the…
The Saturday between Good Friday and Easter, I was reborn. About 5 p.m. I was reborn because I sensed a clarity about success. I saw a line which explained, “There’s an inverse correlation between your general happiness and the distance between who you see yourself as and who you are. At age 4 success is…
Jim Cathcart says, to be at your best, find your zone of optimum velocity by observing the pace and intensity at which you perform best. This is the zone at which you are most creative, unstressed, happy and productive. Above the zone: First, you experience stress and frustration, then anxiety, and finally burnout. At this…
Hard road rarely flat. Old man’s pavement never soft. I must keep going. Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul. – Douglas MacArthur He had decided upon awaking just this early dawn that every morning he woke was a victory. A win worthy of celebration. The old man celebrated by going for a run….
Honolulu. December 2014. Gerry Lindgren met us for lunch down by the zoo. Before I could decide against a third beer, Gerry excused himself. He was barely out of hearing, when my wife – who had never heard of the man before – says, “That is one strange dude.” Perhaps. And so much more. Excerpt…
His name was Rick Rubin. He was a friend of mine. We’d sit on his Victorian porch – featured in the movie Drugstore Cowboy – and share a tasty bowl, wondering about every passerby on Northwest Irving. We could make up some stories, we certainly could. He was a crazy, wonderful man. Rick wrote a…
Are those conspirators that you spy through your window or is it a mirror reflecting the chattering parasites in your mind? – Stewart Stafford To be clear, I’m not talking about “hearing voices,” I’m talking about the internal narrator, the most intimate part of our lives. The voice comes braying in as soon as we…