Clear vision, shaky lens
To have it is to want more of it. To lack it is to desire it with every fiber of your being. To have it and lose it and lose it and lose it is to get depressed by the idea of it. This is no "less is more" ideal, this is a more is... Continue Reading →
It was too sunny for a Tuesday. That hadn't changed. The curtains, thin as a flurry of snow, failed continuously to heed the bright warning of the sun. Like a spotlight illuminating the shy and fallen, the sun warded off the curtains' meek protestations and shone, brilliantly, on the tangle of hair, saliva and sweat,... Continue Reading →
Dear Snow, You are beautiful. No really. I don't want to mince words so I said it clearly and concisely. In case you missed it, I'll say it again (louder!) YOU. ARE. BEAU-TI-FUL! Period. A short while ago, I was feeling lonely. To be honest, I was a bit dirty as well, which in hindsight may have... Continue Reading →
Hairy feet so big that no shoe could fit it. An appetite so immense that no meal could satisfy it. A love of green and yellow so peculiar it defies all logic. A thirst for quiet so strong that only mind-game wizardry can affect it. And worst of all, such a desire for a tiny, circular thing that you'd go... Continue Reading →
Television last year might as well have been known simply as the year of Netflix. Not only did the sudden powerhouse player create captivating shows like Orange Is The New Black and House of Cards, it also saw fit to resurrect cult favorite Arrested Development. Those three shows alone, available in bingeable goodness, appeared to be... Continue Reading →
In October of 2012, I attended Harvard Business School's Marketing Innovation Conference in Cambridge, MA. I went with fairly high expectations but, so my own surprise, it was because of John Skipper, CEO of ESPN, that it became an experience that continues to stick with me. All of the other tremendous speakers and panelists were interesting and thought-provoking but... Continue Reading →
The longer The Internship continued, the more uninterested Jack became. He hadn't heard great things about the film but his love of Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson had piqued his interest enough to push play. Now, after an increasingly dull 30 minutes, Jack grew restless. Squirming uncomfortably, he desperately tried to find the perfect. Just... Continue Reading →
The Silver Line bus wasn't as crowded as the T had been but it was still standing room only. Pressed firmly between a door and a lawyer's oversized book bag, reading was out of the question. Alertly, I squeezed my oversize book back into my TIMBUK2 bag and pulled out my smartphone; it was time for a... Continue Reading →
In the middle of another cold and blustery Green Bay winter afternoon, Alan Bart Erickson met the world for the first time. His parents, proud Wisconsin natives through and through, hadn't been this ecstatic since 1961, when Bart Starr led their beloved Packers to the top of the NFL stratosphere. Weighing in at a healthy... Continue Reading →
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