In the beginning, there was the Word. And it was probably misspelled – if, like me, you attended a California public school circa the ’70s or ’80s. I didn’t make it far enough to gauge the quality of our state’s education for the ’90s, or subsequent decades, which I presume sucked as much as it did in 1988, when I split high school two years prior to graduation so I could write poetry and play guitar as a self-styled beatnik troubadour. This was a viable career option back in the ’80s, so long as one lived with one’s parents and subsisted on little more than donut shop coffee and clove cigarettes. Continue reading “Dropout with Proficiency”
Egos are like balloons, fragile, overinflated and susceptible to little pricks. Some egos are as small as water balloons, others rival the dirigibles seen hovering over wine country and come with as much hot air. My own ego has resembled the Hindenburg at times, not just in size, but in outcome.
Though my ego hasn’t directly caused 97 people to be engulfed in flame, I’ve surely burned as many people, figuratively speaking, with my outsized sense of self-worth.
Continue reading “Ego Check, Please”
“‘Medium talent.’ This remains the greatest possible insult you can throw at any creative person. It’s suggests that the individual is both overrated and underachieving at the same time.”– Chuck Klosterman, I Wear the Black Hat
Amazon’s Jeff Bezos bought the “Washington Post” and the media is all atwitter with theories as to why. I tried to buy a “Washington Post” in Sonoma County and couldn’t find one to save my life. And no one gives a tweet about it. Continue reading “Why Are Rich Dudes Buying Up Newspapers?”