In this world there is so much beauty. It can be all consuming. But it’s also so sad that this beauty is fleeting. It comes and goes, and each passing moment will never return except through our memories.
In this world there is so much beauty. It can be all consuming. But it’s also so sad that this beauty is fleeting. It comes and goes, and each passing moment will never return except through our memories.
Unplugging from work, whether for an evening or a weekend or a weeklong vacation, is so important. An exhausted mind and body needs time to relax and gather strength for tomorrow.
Business, and particularly small, family business, has always fascinated me. I love the hustle of it, the creativity, the cooperation. There’s a beauty and an art to the whole process that I’ve been chasing ever since I was a boy.
Slide shows were an important ritual of my youth and I still vividly remember the details. The rich, vintage colors of 35mm film. The slow dissolve between images. And of course the beam of light traveling through space, cone-shaped with distinct edges, illuminating the dust particles dancing in the air.
What is confidence? And why does this fleeting feeling come and go? I want to better understand it so that I can bring about more confidence in my life.
Both sides of my history, half Havana, half South Buffalo, are essential parts of who I am that have shaped me.
I have a gift when it comes to repressing feelings. I’m a self-proclaimed master with a superhuman ability to bury things that affect me deeply and just go on as if I never felt anything at all.
The number in my bank account goes up when I get paid on Fridays, and then it goes down when I pay my mortgage and monthly credit card bill. Up and down, up and down. It’s like a video game and I keep trying for a higher score.
My experience tells me that getting hard things done requires rolling up your sleeves and working with the world as it really is, not as you think it should be.
As 2020 comes to a close, a simple phrase keeps running through my mind that brings me comfort: Love thyself.
I want to be a good person. I think I’m a good person. But what does it mean to be a good person?
When I remember Fred I see him out in the yard in his old blue jacket. He’s smiling and breathing warm clouds into the cold, crisp air. He’s happy to be outside, happy to be raking leaves.
It is said that the first humans evolved two and a half million years ago. Assuming each generation lasts twenty five years, this means there’ve been one hundred thousand generations of human beings.
A delicious chain reaction began in the Chicago airport, and somehow a weekend trip to Seattle to attend a dear friend’s wedding became a spectacular celebration of all-beef hot dogs.
The modern simple life is uncluttered and not over-programmed. There’s no commuting. There’s no spending money needlessly. There’s not nearly as much stuff. The modern simple life is efficient. It’s beautiful.
I have an overactive mind. I’ll get an idea in my head and go over it again and again for days and weeks, sometimes months and years. But when I take an idea and turn it into a blog post, something special happens. Writing it down and putting it out there frees me from it.
Art and Business (Volume 3): I honestly think spreadsheets can be beautiful.
Simply put, this dip is legendary. It’s perfection. I’ve made it for parties countless times over the years and it always brings the house down.