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10 Years in Atlanta!

Ten years ago today. It was a bright sunny day in South Florida. My red Jeep Cherokee was filled with CDs and paintings and boxes and blankets and a 12 pack of soda (back when I drank a 6 pack a day). Hanging off the back, on a brand new Class 3 Trailer hitch, was […]

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The Final Touch

I put an absurd amount of significance into finishing things. As if this seemingly grandiose expression will stop the world in its tracks. It’s the reason I tell myself why I can’t let things go. They ain’t right. Isn’t. They’re not right. Unrightly. Correctable? Best case scenario I’ll be granted the gift of being a […]

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Time...

I love cliches. They stick around. …because they’re true. They’re true because the human condition is a thing. On that we can rely. I blink. Time flies. Something as silly and small as the span of time between suggests a greater truth. Time kills everything. Even the need to be timely.

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Rule #1

I like working at coffee shops, restaurants, and bars.  I meet interesting people.  I enjoy the varied atmospheres.  I find out what people are listening to, what they are wearing, and I overhear and participate in the most interesting conversations (as well as inane ones).  I find that getting out of the house and into […]

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Ensmartening

I can’t travel back in time, but I can travel back to places I’ve come from. It’s not that the places have changed, or even the people.  I have. I still look in the mirror and see the same hypnotic eyes, and I still have the same gorgeous hair, although there is far more salt […]

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Just Do You

People sure say a lot of things. We’ve all got something to say, whether it’s through music or words or food or needlepoint or rampant gesticulation (the poor man’s interpretive dance). I am always sniffing for the formulas, and I’ve finally caught the scent: Just do you. I spend a good amount of time watching […]

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Everything has BS

I subscribe to the philosophy of living true to one’s passions. Do things we love to do. Create lifestyles we enjoy. Constantly enrich ourselves through art and love and knowledge. I think there’s a lot of BS hitched to the train. I much prefer the BS of modern life to some of the alternatives, but […]

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Inspiration is a fickle master

Today I really don’t want to write. But it’s that time again, and deadlines have no interest in how I feel. I recently read an essay (that’s what I call articles over 500 words) about exacting standards of perfection. That’s not what the article was about, but it was one of the points in it, […]

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Temper

Maybe life is a… quarry, and I’m a rock. mine, and I’m the vein. whetting stone, and I’m the steel. Maybe I’m a peasant that samurai run their swords through. Maybe I’m butterflies flapping wings in Kyoto that make it rain in Cleveland. Or something else. There’s always something else could be. One never can […]

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The Sound of Life

I had all these great ideas for what I wanted write this week, and then I got sidetracked by music.  Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday. EPMD. Zap Mama. Antibalas. Music is universal.  Even if genre isn’t. My heart beats with rhythm.  Take a moment and listen to your inner beat.  I’ll wait.  Let me mark […]

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