Okay, there’s a song that I keep thinking about this week. It’s by Lyle Lovett, and it goes something like this: You say you’re not from Texas Man as if I couldn’t tell You think you pull your boots on right And wear your hat so well So pardon me my laughter ‘Cause I sure…
Truth in Advertising
Dating is one of the few topics that I try to avoid on ye ol’ blog. If I am dating someone, it’s better not to jinx things by an online declaration of the situation. If I’m not dating anyone for (let’s just say hypothetically) a really long time, there’s no need to share that fact…
Social Hibernation via Projects
You know how the guys in Stepbrothers get all excited about bunking their beds so there will be more room for activities? I get that excited about projects. If bunking the beds in my house would influence that at all, I’d be looking for extra two-by-fours right now. Sometimes I get into productive mode and…
New vs. Old
I never know how to feel about sports records. As usual, it’s a Pete Sampras/Roger Federer issue that brings this to mind. The New York Times just pointed out that Federer has spent 268 weeks ranked as the top player in men’s tennis (you can read about it here). My man Pete still leads the…
Painting a Day
I get these emails from an artist named Duane Keiser. They’re called “painting a day” emails because, in theory, the artist paints one new work a day and then sells it for relatively little money online. It used to work that way, but the paintings have been less frequent for the last year. Anyway, Keiser’s…
Early Morning Priorities
My new morning tool to get out the door in time is to ask myself, “Is _____ really worth being late for work?” It helps me prioritize so that I can avoid the 30-seconds-late syndrome that I sometimes run into. For example, is eating breakfast really worth that 5 minutes? Yes! Is brushing my teeth…
Love the Library!
It’s safe to guess that since I’m a librarian, I love libraries. True, true. But for whatever reason, I was never a big library user before I was in one 40+ hours a week. The thrill of borrowing books has nothing on the thrill of taking new books home from the store to keep forever…
Small, but valuable. 