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Doing Yoga With My Wife

Doing Yoga With My Wife

I am the only man in the studio. I am silent, seated Indian-style on a rented mat. My oversized Lake Huron t-shirt and basketball shorts are a sharp contrast to the tight-fitting Lululemon Athletica yoga gear stretched over the lanky bodies around me. My wife senses my discomfort. She says “There were other guys in here last week, I swear.” I look at her solemnly… [READ THE REST]

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I Am The Problem

I Am The Problem

I’m not articulate or educated enough to comment on the sad state of the world. But when I read an article about how North Korea is sending its people to labor camps for not “genuinely” mourning the death of Kim Jong Il, I hit “Like.” Not because I like the story, but so that my friends on Facebook will see it and be as outraged as I am for a few minutes. By dinner time, I’ll be struggling to remember what I was so upset about… [READ THE REST]

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Don’t Ever Leave Me Alone With Anyone, Ever

Don’t Ever Leave Me Alone With Anyone, Ever

Last night, at my wife’s company Christmas party, I was left alone with a table full of auditors. I was on my fourth Michelob Ultra (hey, any port in a storm) and I was feeling a little loose. So I decided on a pretty risky course of action: to participate in the conversation… [READ THE REST]

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Why Most Creative People Never Accomplish Anything

Why Most Creative People Never Accomplish Anything

I thought of an opening sequence this morning on my way to work.

See, it’ll be interspersed shots of the two main characters, each of them starting their respective days. It all starts with a cold open on an alarm clock. It’s one of those big digital displays and it says “5:59 a.m.” Then it flips to “6:00 a.m.” and the music starts (“Missy” by The Airborne Toxic Event)… [READ THE REST]

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That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

That Time I Delivered Cheesecakes

On Tuesdays I’d stand with my arms crossed and chest out alongside the other delivery drivers. Most were older men who wore faded uniforms and reeked of cigarette smoke. This late in the afternoon, there wasn’t much conversation among them. We all just stood there, quietly, waiting for Salvo… [READ THE REST]

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No, Band, You Can’t Crash On Our Couch

No, Band, You Can’t Crash On Our Couch

Hey guys, killer set! Listen, about earlier – when we said it would be cool for you to stay at our place tonight – that’s actually not going to work.

It’s not you. Really! See, we’re not band people. We don’t usually come out to the rock club on a Tuesday night, and we especially don’t wait around for shows that say they’re going to start at 10 but really start after midnight (what’s up with that, right?)… [READ THE REST]

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