May 2012
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April 2012
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"I Don't Know What to Do With My Life"
No one ever tells you how to live life after college. Nobody tells you just how boring a well-paying job is and how depressing it is to wait for Friday COB 50 weeks out of the year. No one mentions how much time is actually wasted even in the most intense work environments and how the nagging sense that you’re wasting the prime years of your life never goes away. Nothing can prepare you for...
“Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work.”
– Chuck Close
March 2012
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“What kind of unpredictable results?”
– (via clientsfromhell)
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Advertising and the Joy of Naivete
Gawker published a great point-counterpoint-counter counterpoint today on working in advertising. A few quick excerpts and my response:
Hamilton Nolan: Do not go into advertising. Your creativity, as trite as it sounds, is worth more than that corporation will ever pay you. We all need jobs. There is nothing wrong with doing something that is not your dream job, out of necessity. But it doesn’t...
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The King's Hands
One day B.B. King is going to die. I say this because everyone dies, eventually, and B.B. King is 86 years old. One day B.B. King is going to die and pages and pages of words will be written about him. College boys who insist they only love “real music” will write “RIP BB” on their Facebook walls and tell the girls in the quad how If You Love Me is the best love song...
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Scotty Mcreery and the Savages
During the Season 10 auditions for American Idol, I fell in love. It was a special kind of love. Not the kind of love worth singing or crying about. It wasn’t homo or hetero - it wasn’t sexual at all. It was a different breed of love. Not like “I Will Always Love You” love or even “The Greatest Love of All” love (that would be inside of me). It was more akin to...
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will be the year my life changed. just watch.
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Feeling Write
It dawned on me the other night that I actually don’t know how to write. I only feel. This is a strange realization for someone who thinks himself a writer and hopes to earn a living writing someday. But the reality is, I don’t really write; I feel.
A few weeks ago, I watched “Page One: Inside the New York Times” and walked away thoroughly impressed and grateful for all...
February 2012
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Chinks in the Armor
One morning, when I was 12, I stood waiting for my school bus at the bottom of the hill where Granalta Circle meets Kemp Lane. It was a crisp Maryland morning, still early enough to see the white fog of breath and the light grey sheath of morning dew atop the fields across the street. I was alone at the bus stop each morning as I was the oldest kid in the neighborhood (there were only 4 of us),...
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January 2012
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“One of my proudest possessions is the flag that the SEAL Team took with them on...”
– Obama (via kateoplis)
I got all yall’s back. For real.
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Atheism 2.0 and The Common Community
Christianity, and other collective mythologies founded on faith in a mystical deity are flawed. (<- Early contender for the most obvious sentence of 2012 award) The highest form of faith is believing in something that can ultimately be disproved. The more impossible the belief, the stronger the required faith. This is irrational and certainly not a virtue. For the purposes of this screed Faith...
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Wade Davis on Work
“A career is not something that you put on like a coat. It is something that grows organically around you, step by step, choice by choice, experience by experience. Everything adds up. No work is beneath you. Nothing is a waste of time unless you make it so.”
Never have a job. Always work.
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Life is too short to be unoriginal.
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December 2011
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Anonymous asked: Just curious. In your blog about Tim Tebow, what's with all this "used to believe" talk? Why not anymore?
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Tim Tebow Is Not Ashamed (and he's not lying)
Tim Tebow believes everything he says. I know this because I used to be Tim Tebow. Well, not literally, of course, you dumbass. I mean I used to say the things Tim Tebow says and I used to believe the things Tim Tebow believes.
There’s a temptation among “non-believers” to lump all “believers” into a single category of “crazy religious people.”...
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I’ve listened to this song 23 times in the...
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Classic Me: The First Time I Got High
I knew the weed was kicking in when my fingers became cold. My body temperature was dropping and I felt my head bobbing back and forth with the motion of the bus. Not violently, but in a way that made my head feel about 3 pounds heavier.
And then came the intense focus on listening. “I have super human hearing right now!” was the first thing I muttered when I was fully lit. I could...
November 2011
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