What’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine and there’s nowhere in-between. Imagine for a second, I don’t have to this has happened to me multiple times, you’re having a conversation with someone you’ve just met. In the course of that conversation you say something they find offensive. You are profane, you curse,… Continue reading Yours, mine, not ours
In life there are many statistics, possibilities and theorems. More often than not the roll of a dice is all we ever seem to do. Decisions big or small from personal to world changing, are no better that an educated guess and a hope for the best. No matter how we weigh or measure any… Continue reading God, Gods or Good enough?
Better to reign in Hell then to serve in heaven the old saying goes. Is it true? The answer has to depend on the person and for me, I’d rather be a leader than a follower. Why? Freedom. People say the Presidents and Princes aren’t really free. They have no anonymity or privacy. To a… Continue reading Leading, following or living life
Iranians are a fun group to drink with or so I was soon to discover. I had been convinced to go to Nashville on the 4th of July weekend by a good friend. They wanted me to get out of my small aparment and broken down arm chair to enjoy something different for a change.… Continue reading It’s a strange thing to be drunk
Now we can all recall that Colorado is one of the small yet growing list of states that has legalized pot. So as you can imagine it has been a growing tourist destination for other things than the Rocky Mountains and craft beer. Although to be fair it is a place that has been… Continue reading Denver, Colorado! The land of pot
“Hail Sphinx! Greetings and salutations from Julius Caesar.” That is one of the opening lines from the play Caesar and Cleopatra by George Bernard Shaw. He was a famous English playwright from the 19th and early 20th century. The play is probably best remembered by the 1945 film of the same name starring Claude… Continue reading Caesar and the Sphinx, all things change, all things remain the same
I have spent the majority of my career working in the famed and feared cubicle farm. That which the office has taught us, is where dreams go to die. Endless rows of winding walls all painted the off beige color that we associate with literally nothing exciting or happy. After nearly six years of… Continue reading Cubicle Farms, Open Windows and Motivational Speeches