January analytics
I’ve found that quests for personal betterment are usually easy to derail with a little unconscious rationalization. A little concession here, a little laziness there. By the time August rolls around, it’s easy to...
Monthly Archive: January 2010
I got yer infrastructure right here
Our flashlights have batteries. Our lantern has propane. My wife is presently picking up a few more essential items: nonperishables, water, and firewood. Somehow I forgot to put Maker’s on the list. This is...
Lost letters
I was cleaning up my laptop this week when I ran across something that bore my younger son’s name. I didn’t remember creating the document, and when I opened it up I didn’t recognize...
Picture your year
The problem with Shane getting back into blogging (and knocking off the rust much faster than any writer should be allowed) is that I am back to living inside my head a lot. One...
Sunday warrior
The Doppler radar looked like a corner man’s towel in the ninth round. Three slashes of red cut across Georgia and western South Carolina, each one more pronounced as they stepped south toward the...
St. Francis Hospital: The real cost of having a baby
About the author: I am an award-winning investigative journalist who worked at Greenville, SC’s WYFF News 4 from 1999 to 2005. Everything you read below is objectively true. Summary: Below is a long and...
Contrails and flour
Busy on several projects today. Here’s a photo I found when cleaning off my hard drive from 2009.
Cocaine cabbies
It’s ten o’clock in the morning and I am in rough shape. I left the club some time after 3am, somewhere around the time I remembered I was 36 years old and most of...
M&Ms
Nassau, Bahamas–The little girl behind me wants an M&M. I know this because she repeated what she wanted for five consecutive minutes, only taking breaks to take giant breaths that would propel her through...
Bahamas bits
I’ve now been in the Bahamas for ten days and there is no common thread that can tie the whole experience together. It’s a mess of random nightmares mixed with zombie walks through a...
Five years of wandering
I got the sense they were talking about me. I was younger then–just 31, in fact–but I was no dummy. I’d already seen some of the most impressive and disturbing things most people ever...
2010: Time to go
Well, the way I see it, it’s time for us to get moving. Near as I can tell, I have been waiting around long enough. I’ll get as old as the road as long...