The Passing of Daniel Naroditsky

The Passing of Daniel Naroditsky

I’ll try to keep this on topic but I hate when I see the elongated hyphen when someone is writing a personal, or even professional, memo to an audience. Leave the AI out of it. Huge red flag for an imposter post. I promise this is from my human brain. The...
Not Bungling a Bengal

Not Bungling a Bengal

I rarely post my gambling wins because my losses outweigh any reason to celebrate wins. However, once in a while I hit a game on the nose and last night it was the Bengals – Steelers game. Last week I told Evan it’s criminal JaMarr Chase anytime TD is...
What Scares Me

What Scares Me

I read the Wall Street Journal every day. I used to read the physical paper – the fold, the ink, the routine – but now I just ctrl-click every article and read them on my screen. I miss the nostalgia of paper, but it didn’t take long to adjust to typing a...
Dire Straits – On Every Steet

Dire Straits – On Every Steet

Adam texted me, “Holy fuck, Sailor Song is sung by a chick!” I already knew Gigi Perez was a woman, so I confirmed his revelation. That doesn’t make me a music expert, but I’d hold my own on most music trivia teams. I grew up in the ’90s, so I’ve got the grunge scene...
Nary a Free Moment

Nary a Free Moment

My life has calmed down. I’ve gotten all the travel out of the way for September and I’m into an October of relaxation. Don’t invite me to your kid’s bday party, your wedding, your funeral, pumpkin carving, a haunted hay ride, or any bullshit...