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What is FOMO? Sure the acronym stands for Fear Of Missing Out but to answer the question solely is akin to dissection in a 9th grade biology class; it means nothing. To truly understand the FOMO meaning, one has to feel it. Be burned by it. Be saddened by it. Be laid bare in a lab... Continue Reading →
Every Monday, Sports Illustrated's Peter King writes his weekly article, Monday Morning Quarterback (MMQB). This week, King asked for readers to submit a 200-word essay on the reason why fans love their teams to talkback@themmqb.com. I encourage you to submit your own, but for now, here is my submission. Why I Love the Dallas Cowboys... Continue Reading →
Music is life. Music is escape. Music is expression. Music is revolution. Music is life-changing. All these ideas, true as they are, aren't new or revolutionary. Who cares. These ideas are undeniable and as factual as ever. So thank God that 2015 has already produced so much wonderful music for us to get lost in. But seriously,... Continue Reading →
You are pretty freaking great, don't ya think so? I'm sure you're asking yourself how I know that you know that you are pretty freaking great but it is simply because you are. Really. Truly. Freaking. Great. YOU! Now I'm certainly not saying that you are perfect, who is (Ryan Gosling?), but what you bring to... Continue Reading →
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 →
The Academy is in for an interesting night. Sure the ballots have long since been cast but the story of all the votes unfold tonight. The night could go many directions and yield a few surprises but, as always, the Monday morning water cooler conversations that follow will be centered around the biggest awards, of which many are true toss-ups. At the center... 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 →
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