The damn thing just blew up. Mere hours after my last post went live … the damn thing blew up on me. Working one second like a champ, black as its innards the next. My timing sucks. I spent more than three hours waiting at an Apple store the other day — that’s three hours… Read More Gave up the ghost writing
Maybe we all get this way with the tools of our trade. Plumbers, probably, have their favorite wrenches. Carpenters their favored hammer. Politicians … whatever politicians use on a regular basis. Probably voters. Or lies. We all have a strange attraction to the things that help us through our day, that get the work done,… Read More An unhealthy like
Professional athletes, with whom I have a fleeting familiarity, sometimes say stupid-ass things. Once in a while they’re trying to be funny and fall embarrassingly flat. More often, they’re blithely aiming for intelligent and thoughtful, and instead land on stupid-ass and shallow. Now they may be tired, or annoyed, or mad, which might explain their… Read More Quote unquote
I do some work, maybe once a week if I’m lucky and can get out, from a coffee shop. I say coffee shop because it sounds a little exotic; some dark and cozy spot with hipsters reading books and surfing their phones, the smell of rich java in the air, some gluten-free muffins in the… Read More Scenes from a coffee shop
A couple weeks ago, I spent two or three days tracking down the directors of a Netflix documentary (trailer below) for an article I wrote for the HowStuffWorks website. Not two or three full days, of course. That’d be stupid. If I did that, my freelance efficiency rating (in the language of advanced metrics they use… Read More Scribe stealing
I have covered one auto racing event in my career. I expect that will be the only one I ever will. And that would be just fine with me. I have never, ever, felt so in-over-my-head on an assignment as I did on Race Day at the Daytona 500 in 2001. I spent most of that week… Read More Scenes from my bulletin board
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