Slow down.  Take a deep breath.  Put on your headphones and listen carefully.


There’s a beauty in listening to a piece of art as it was intended to be heard.


Too often these days we grab the headline, skim the preface, take the Cliff’s Notes.  What would happen, what would we see, what would be we learn if we stopped. To smell. The roses?


What if this all ended tomorrow?

What does your life look like?

Who speaks at your funeral?

What do they say?

What does your Facebook timeline look like?

Embarrassed yet?


Turn the god damn TV off.


Don’t you owe something to the generation before you?  To the generation following you?  Or is this just all about you?


Is this all about you?  Are you so vain you think this is all about you?


Cute selfie.


Stop being a selfish, stubborn, willfully ignorant citizen of the human race.  PAY ATTENTION!  People are dying.  People are dying.  People. Are. dying!


Obama was/is a terrorist.


Jesus died at 32, just shy of the life expectancy of his time.  You have very limited time to make a difference, to live a meaningful life.  And you are wasting it obsessed with and trying to interfere with the limited time of others?


I’m running out of patience of willful ignorance.  I’m running out of politeness in response to blatant disregard for the basic civility and human decency of others.


Consider this your fair warning: If you know me, meet me, are near me, I will not tolerate any statement, opinion or joke which degrades the basic dignity of another person.  I have a family, I have children.  I want them to grow old.  I want them to see the wonders of the earth.  I want them to have MORE than I could dream for them.  You are fucking that up.


Stop.  Slow down.  Listen to what you are hearing.  Read the full article.  Process, analyze, think.  Think.  Think.  Think. Think.  Think.  Think.


It’s a scary world out there.  What is going to happen to you when you die?  Do you worry about who you will leave behind?  You should.


Buy more stuff.


We have to get along.  If we’re going to survive, we have to get along.  It’s not optional.  Are you really going to retreat to your bunker with your water and batteries?  I get it.  He doesn’t look like me.  They don’t believe in God.  He’s African or Muslim or fucking WHITE!  But this is it, we are the Hominina Tribe, you going to go to Mars?















Heinz – September 10, 2015


Let’s catch up – ketchup, ha.

Two years since my last writing and even now I’m forcing my pen to paper.  I used to dispense of all my emotions as they happened, and now I just carry them to the attic to be looked back on someday with the distorted reality that memories bring.  So let’s try to fix that.

My dad died.

My grandma died.

My son was born.

My dog died.

I earned a promotion.

We bought our second home.

Friendships changed.

I changed.

I’m out of shape now, always fighting it.  Still skinny, but not the stud I used to be.

I’m still a progressive, still a curious, humanist atheist.

Still love fashion.  Fell in love with design.

I love anyone and anything that inspires me.

I’m obsessed with grammar.  I wrote the previous sentence incorrectly.

Music is still my life force.  I don’t think that will ever change.

I hate selfishness and long for selflessness.

I’m filled with equal amounts of hope and fear for our future.

I’m 33.

I drink too much.  I ________ too much.  I don’t care enough to stop.

I’m happy.  Really, no joke.

My wife is amazing.  My son is unreal.  My career is successful and still young.  I have found much I was never looking for.

And I’m not close to being finished.

Confessions of a Wannabe Hipster – May 16, 2013


The funniest part of the beginning of this thought is that some of my friends think I’m a hipster, or maybe they just think I’m a wannabe hipster.

I’ve always struggled with that – self vs. perceived-self.  I know who I am, but still worry incessently about who people think I am.

Or even how people think I think I am.

I think my worst nightmare is to be thought of as a poser.

In truth, I really have no idea how others perceive me.  I’d like to say I don’t care, but I do.  Not in the sense of how I dress or look, or being “hip”, but that people know I’m genuine – that I’m honest, real, not a front.  I think this will always be an internal struggle for me.

And I want to be better than I often fool myself to be.

I get caught in my own self-created hype.

I wish I was smarter, a lot smarter.  I know some pretty brilliant people, and I am certainly not one of them.

I wish i was more driven.  I’ve met some inspiring people, and I am less than accomplished.

I wish I was a better person.  I know some friends who truly get life, and I’ve walked in the same circle for years.

As of this writing, I’m not ready to break a mentality instantly that took more than a decade to build, but I’m stepping off the curb.  No more circles.  Let’s see where enlightenment can truly take us.

Call to Order

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