Most music I like, some music I love.
Live music?
Not so much.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I do not like to travel. Give me a week at the Jersey Shore, and I’m in. Anything that involves long car rides or, God forbid, putting me on an airplane, no thank you.
Asked my brother about a health concern that I was worried about so he went to his iPhone, googled the concern, and immediately found an answer on WebMD.
Oh, wait, that’s not my brother.
It’s funny how some songs take on a life of their own in our own lives. Wagon Wheel for me is one of those songs.
When my kids were younger, they would compete to make a CD compilation of their favorite songs, to see which I would like best. It was through this competition where I found a world of music I never would have discovered.
There is a theorem in science called Occam’s Razor which states that the ‘simplest, most elegant explanation is usually the closest to the truth.’
I am sure there are things in life that you can apply this theorem to improve many aspects of our lives, and make them better. However, while Occam’s Razor may be the best way to find the truth, I feel it may also be the best way to identify the perfect design of a form or function.
Of course, I’m talking about the bathroom.
In life, we all learn lessons the hard way. I am here to help you learn this lesson the easiest way possible:
“Always ask the price before you buy something, anything – always ask the price.”
Starting a business with your significant other is like deciding to become professional salsa dancers overnight. It's fun, it could be profitable, but oh boy, are you going to step on each other's toes!
This is an analysis of my blog ‘Conflict and Scotch’ written through an AI software called GROK. GROK is a term coined by science fiction author Rober Heinlein in his classic, cult novel ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’.
To boil it down to its most basic meaning, to GROK is to understand.
In the nineteen sixties my mother won the lottery (literally) and with her new found wealth, she bought a piano. She had the dream that one day one of her three children (my brother, my sister, and myself) would learn to play the instrument.
I can’t sleep at night.
Well, I can sleep, but its not good. My sleep comes in fits and turns and fist fights with my sheets and blankets. Each morning I wake up to a crime scene, pillows everywhere, like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man exploded in my bedroom.
Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
If you and your family celebrate Christmas, that celebration will look very different during the course of a lifetime. Even the family you celebrate the holiday with will most likely change.
Those of us who grew up in a household with only one income can relate to the story that follows.
Funny, but the post you are about to read is nothing like the first draft I wrote on this incident. In fact, it is the polar opposite of what I intended. Guess it really depends on which side of the glass you look through.
Let me explain
I am by no means a hoarder, but if I were to die tomorrow, there is a lot of stuff that my kids will have to deal with (i.e. throw away).