When my good pal, Peter, was a kid, his parents didn’t let him watch PG-13 movies. That is, they didn’t let him watch PG-13 movies unless he’d read the book first—assuming there was a book. Unfortunately for Peter, there wasn’t any accompanying literature for such highbrow comedies like Happy Gilmore or Rat Race. He mostly read… Continue reading Peter Pan(demonium)
My badass cousin, Sophie, recently gave the valedictorian speech at her high school’s graduation. She’s wicked smaht in the Getting Good Grades sense; more importantly and more visibly, though, she’s wicked smaht in the whole thoughtful, well spoken, humble, and gracious sense. She’s someone who doesn’t need the weird title of valedictorian to validate those… Continue reading “Intimacy itself, which is knowledge”
Last month, an old high school classmate of mine posted this (epic, glorious) Facebook status: Hey Everyone. So I’m going to be driving from Austin TX to Portland Oregon starting Tomorrow. It’s the hipster Oregon Trail, I’m pretty excited. I’m going to be in the car FOREVER for the next couple of weeks, and I’m… Continue reading Make The Call
Two years ago, I coached high school track in Concord, Massachusetts—just two miles down the road from Hanky Thoreau’s Walden Pond. It was poetic, then, that when I had lunch last week with a (great, super creative) dude I coached that year, our conversation gravitated towards solitude—and its role in gaining self-awareness and enabling creativity. Isaac—the former runner—is… Continue reading Watch Your (Soli)TUDE
