Tweeting, posting, saying #blacklivesmatter is a good thing. But just the very tip of an iceberg of action that must happen for real change. What can be done? What are some actions people can take to chip away at this enormous problem?
Today is my 37th birthday and the 10-year anniversary of the day I lost the last of my testicles. Here I share a few thoughts on manhood, courage and genitals.
Upon some recent introspection, I discovered there may actually be just one thing I’m really passionate about.
There are handful of people I have a really hard time trusting, based entirely on external, mostly illogical, totally unfair criteria.
When it comes to resources offered our children suffering from mental illness in the US, we’re failing. Mental Illness and murder in light of Sandy Hook
When I spend most my day doing self-promotion on social media and creating fabulous-but-unpaid projects and trolling craigslist for work it really takes a toll on my view of self.
Sometimes even a poorly delivered message is still one worth hearing, and I wonder if the the saddest thing about the whole tragedy is that we didn’t get the message.
When I and my buddies would be playing pick-up or school games or big-man hoops on the low rims there would always be that moment where one of us would have his back up against the wall… it was then that he’d turn into Scottie Pippen
I can actually list quite a few foods that I considered pretty gross until I started eating them regularly that I now consider my favorites – coffee, grapefruit, stinky cheese, spinach, beer, sweet potatoes, asparagus, and more…
My earliest Weezer-related memories are with Steve.