I am not a big proponent of Valentine’s Day. I am not a big fan of holidays in general for that matter. It just seems that we, as a culture, take great ideas and over think them to the point that we destroy all the fun in them. Look at Sundays for instance – a day of rest. We have found a way to make it the most stressful day of the week in one way or another. For those of the believing persuasion, it is a day of heightened expectation and rushing, for those that are of the unbelieving persuasion, it is a day of lowered expectation and grousing that everything is closed.
Don’t even get me started on Christmas or Super Bowl Sunday.
But out of all of them, Valentine’s Day is probably the worst because fully half of the population loves it, and the other half hates it, and everyone dreads it.
Anyway, enough ranting, let’s see some videos in no particular order.
I still have an Elvis documentary inside of me struggling to get out.
Back when I thought I still had a shot at a career in the movies, I outlined a documentary that would have had recreations of his death based on the various theories that were floating around… Okay, okay… theories that I imagined were floating around.
Grok stirred. He pulled the tattered animal skin up closer around his neck to ward off the early morning chill, exposing his rough, calloused feet in the process. He scrunched his nose stiffly at the wet dusty odor from the dead fire sitting in the opening passage to the cavern.
Scratching at the tangled mat of a beard growing on his cheek with blackened fingernails, he ran his slightly swollen tongue over his chipped and worn teeth. He then tried to work up some saliva to take the taste of night out of his mouth.
Not to belabor a popular 2001: A Space Odyssey comparison in the Tech Industry, but Steve Jobs is our Monolith, only with rounded corners and intergrated branding. And frankly, I am the Star Child.
Listen, I don’t mean to try and build myself up too much here, but I am kinda awesome. I mean, my potential is full of stars. As a matter of fact, as the Star Child, I am pretty sure it is my destiny (if I understood the movie correctly) to be the next Monolith (Steve Jobs).
Here are the facts for you to agree with (see, I am already like him).
Early on in the quarantine, I made a crazy spur of the moment decision to break isolation and run wild with the girl of my dreams. Here is our day of bliss – as a photo gallery.
In the end, the relationship just didn’t work. I couldn’t refill her…
Cognitive Bias is a pernicious evil from which we will never be able to escape. Mainly because it is just a natural by-product of cognition and is built into the human machine that we are. Think of it as the Top Stories Algorithm of the brain. And there are so many types. Even if we could erase the big ones, there are still tons of little ones. They are like weeds – they just grow back more gnarly and unforving than before. Just look at our national political discourse for evidence.
And as more types of Bias are identified, it is important that you are aware of them. To at least fight their grasping entangling tangles of graspers.
Here are some types that you probably have never heard of, but which your close friends say you are suffering from right now.
I am a man of refined comedic tastes. I appreciate the classics. I savor the old vaudeville ways; the set-up and the punch, the old switcheroo. The skedaddle-a-paddle, so to speak. But that doesn’t mean I do not appreciate the new humor. Or as the kids now days call them: the “MeMe’s”.
In fact, a while back, just to show myself that I wasn’t getting lost in the dust of comedic history, I subjected myself to a 3 month challenge of creating 5 original pieces of static internet comedy a week, which I then later extended out to 6 months. Which is about 120 individual pieces.
Happy Holidays to all of y’all!!
It has certainly been a long year out here in the three corner wilds. And I am not just talking about the number of days!!
I needed to get a better understanding of some design principles and tools so that I could connect with and manage my creatives a little bit better in my professional world. So, I taught myself how to “photoshop” pics of me into existing images.
Ahhh… Good times….
Have you ever gotten that weird feeling of displacement when you meet a recent immigrant from another country and they are working a service level job and then you find out that they were like a scientist or doctor in their old life? They tell you that they came here to have a fresh start for their families, but find out that they have to start all over again and work their way back up?
I get those feelings all of the time (and fully expect it to happen to me next) and then I can’t help but imagine what that old life was like. This is what goes through my mind when I meet recently arrived people from Russia.
I blame Hollywood.