THANK GOD FOR BOREDOM

When I was a kid, there was no such a thing called the internet.  Fun, creativity, and imagination were the only thing we knew as organic.  We had to use our minds to have fun.   There were no iPads, no Gameboys, no Nintendos, no portable DVD players to keep us…

ON CHAPTER 45

Last year I jumped through hoops of fire to skirt the age question.  I just didn’t want people to know I was 44, because that meant they’d know I’d be 45 next, and then that would just categorize me as old.  I’d be boring, old, uninteresting,…

CH-CH-CH-CHANGES

 I may be obsessed with the idea of change.  My mom told me that when I was little, I’d change my clothes at least 6 times a day.  I wanted to change our toothpaste, change our music, change our furniture, change our moods, our foods, our house-style.  Her means of…

EVERYTHING TO GAIN FROM PAIN

Do we agree? Pain is not a friend. It’s never welcomed. We never go looking for it. We don’t want it. We fear it. But at the gym, we hunt it down. We want it. We seek pain because there is something to gain: chiseled abs, a protuberant ass, David-esque sculpted arms…