Finding Art Again
"There are so many happy accidents that happen between the lines that are uniquely Morgan Freeman." - Nicholas Cage
"There are so many happy accidents that happen between the lines that are uniquely Morgan Freeman." - Nicholas Cage
I was often asked, "Why Peru?" to which I'd always replied, "Why not?" I spent a week discovering art, history, fantastic food, and practicing my Spanish.
I've wanted to avoid writing about fitness, especially my ever-evolving routines and self-improvement challenges. But I want to capture how I've been spending the last week or so, hoping it may help me stick to it for the foreseeable future. For some background, I'm
Observations about how and when we personify brands and things are very interesting. Yet, without a firm opinion on the subject myself, I asked the subject for its own take. How would you personify AI?
Days are short and few. Should you find breath come morning, Then morning will do.
Like you, I'm a failed artist.
I've tried, with varying success, to reframe the idea of YOLO (you only live once) to not justify every whim but to drive oneself to work towards lofty dreams.
Or maybe I'm sensitive to the subject of excess. Even on LinkedIn, you can find yourself doomscrolling. But wait, what about joyscrolling? Or is that access to excess just as dangerous? The best books have endings.
If necessity is the mother of invention, conflict is its father. – Kenneth Kaye
He said, "Let me know how [it] is. It's on my 'popular but likely overhyped' list." and the contrarian in me awakened.
No, really, how do you spend your day? Inspired by VisualCapitalist's original cataloging of the daily routines of famous creative people, I decided to make one myself. The exercise was primarily creative and an excuse to refamiliarize myself with Alpine.js. It didn't take long before
A friend on Slack shared a photo of her son years back blissing TF out over a cookie. When she stumbled upon the image, it made her feel happy, and she wanted to share that feeling. It worked. The joy on his face is palpable. Then, others on the channel
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"most of us are heavily influenced by our social environment"
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Disclaimer: I have no idea where this is going to go. It's been quiet here. Even Grammarly has slid into my DMs, pointing out how little I've written. I've got a dozen concepts, intros, outlines, and ideas collecting digital dust, but I haven'
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I’m not against animal conversation, but I do agree that some animals are more worthy of our money, resources, and time. You could argue that the Panda is no different from other species and that our world has evolved quicker than it has. In reality, it ceased to evolve
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This thought was originally posted on December 17, 2021. Today, I found myself trying to challenge the sentiment. I thought maybe this was the kind of thing that stoics get knocked for. Suck it up and suffer in silence. No. That's not it. I used to say "
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Don't be like Carol, her parents, Donna, Luis, or Eric. Don't wait to live your life.
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Last year, I stumbled across an artist named Teezo Touchdown. Immediately, I had to check my assumptions and suppress my reaction to how he presented himself.
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I used to do a yearly "Code The Block" post. It was a playlist of songs that reflected specific moments from my year. This year, I wanted to focus on music that breaks the mold. Music that reflects the evolution and perspectives that often contribute to the hip-hop
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Things have slowed lately, so I ran to Minton's quickly. I've got habits to support. I mean, bills to pay.
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I typically see a couple of other folks braving the wee hours of the morning. You know, paying the man. But not that morning. I was the only idiot on the block.
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I've never made resolutions, but my family and I started sharing our "intentions" for the following year a few years ago. More often than not, I've fallen short on those too. Last year, I passively stated my intentions while celebrating a trivial accomplishment. I
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With a sudden breath, as though he had just blinked into existence, Juan sat, uncertain, in the corner. His body still and ears perked, his eyes darted around the room. What in the hell was he doing there? In fact, where is “there” in the first place? The room was