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Review: The Dip

By on Oct 28, 2014 in Featured, Productivity | 1 comment

At its core, The Dip repeatedly emphasizes his primary directive: “Quit or be exceptional. Average is for losers.” For anybody who finds themselves stuck, the repeated message probably has the most impact. But a repeated message can also get … repetitive.

14 New Year’s Resolutions from a 5-year-old

By on Jan 4, 2013 in Productivity | 0 comments

My five-year-old son sat down yesterday and created 14 goals for the New Year. Some are innocent, some are inspired by the moment and some … shoot for the moon.

Road Beats: “California”

By on May 15, 2012 in Music | 0 comments

California, the ideal. California, the land of milk and honey and escaping the hell of urbanized middle America and everything becoming right. Sunshine and ocean and the green grass underfoot. Delta Spirit’s “California” treads this same ground, except the escape is a dream for another, for the woman the narrator loves and abuses and drags down. For the woman who fears escape for more than a moment. “I want you to move to California for yourself I want you to find whatever your heart needs I want you to move to California for yourself But not for me.” The words are a heartbreaking farewell, backed by a steady rhythm and swirling guitars — perfect for an open two-lane in the middle of nowhere, when the only destination is somewhere...

Rain On The Scarecrow

By on Sep 5, 2009 in Food & Drink | 2 comments

An evangelical farmer on the challenges of being an evangelical farmer.

Exubria Recast

By on Aug 13, 2009 in Philosophical | 2 comments

Big house. Vinyl siding. Manicured lawn.  Two-car garage, maybe three.  Backyards to hide from neighbors.  Faux brick front. Pavement for miles.  Parking lots.  Stores with acreage of stuff.  Stuff to eat, stuff to build, stuff to consume, stuff to waste. Work in the city.  Drive on the interstate.  Eat in the chain.  Home.  Rinse. Repeat. Suburbia spreads like bindweed, one interconnected, land-swallowing swath of humanity.  Beige blooms in the brown desert while its denizens stare at high-definition television shows about life in paradise. They bought their homes to live the American Dream, and spend the rest of their lives dreaming of escape. Escape they will, fleeing to the latest and newest refuge. Maybe it’s the “green” subdivision with colorful houses, maybe it’s the high-rise condominiums with restaurants on the ground floor and a freeway entrance within...

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