A long time ago, when I was thinking about tattoos, Renn suggested that, instead of “Be love” I get “Even you.” Renn, this post is yours.

Love to all.  Even you, the tourist with the flying elbows.

Today was wonderful. We went to Quassy, where I rode the most frightening, tiny, and rickety roller coaster I have ever seen.  My oldest son convinced me to do the water slide.  We swam in the lake. We ate really delicious and horrible-for-you food.

Driving home, the sky was… was…

Love to all.  Even you, the mom who watched her kid litter, and walked away.

They say it’s better to walk the walk than to talk the talk.

But what if you’re walking the walk without thinking the think?

Love to all. Even you, doubter.

It’s July 4th, and I took the 5:40am train to go to NYC even though I don’t have to work today. Today is the first day of a three month commitment to chair the Friday meeting at my home group, and since I’m on vacation next week, I didn’t want to miss the first two weeks. I’m joining Maggie and the kids at her Mom’s tomorrow, then off to Montauk on Sunday. I’m going to spend the day organizing my office, cleaning the house, and basically making it so that when I get back, I feel welcomed by my various spaces.

These are my 4th of July shoes. Go ahead and give me shit about my skinny ankles again, you heartless bastards.

You know, I fucking LOVE this country.  It frustrates me to no end, but I love it.

Busy day.  Gotta run.

Love to all.  Even you, the crumby redhead.

Verizon is screwing us.  They installed new lines, but forgot to take off the “At the customer’s request… calls are being taken at…” message.  But the number at which calls were being taken is gone.  And then, when I called them about this, they CHANGED the message to “this number is disconnected” and no further information is available.

They were supposed to REMOVE the message completely.  The phone line is installed.  I can dial out on it.  This is insane.

In the middle of all this, I interviewed a crazy person.  Or rather, a near-crazy person. It was awfully disconcerting, and exactly the kind of interview I wasn’t in the mood to do. The person was very talented, but I would find it difficult to send them to a client if they were going to go off on conversational tangents that generally involved negative comments about the state of society.

Also, when showing your portfolio, don’t keep saying “Oh, don’t even ASK me about that.”

I’ve been testy recently.  I admit it.  I’m leaving for Montauk this weekend, and the pre-vacation has me all jittery.

But I have to avoid saying things like this, even if they deserve it:

> [As to your comment on my online humor.]  I’m a funny guy.  It’s true.  I come from a
> family of professional comedy writers, in fact.  But I only joke around with
> people I LIKE.  And I like EVERYONE at first.  It’s the way I’m wired.
> People have to actually show me they suck before I start thinking that they
> do.  The world feels kinder that way.
>
> So, well, don’t expect any knock-knock jokes from me.

Telling people they suck is never good business.  Must. Be. More. Controlled.

I’m on hold with Verizon.  I think I’ll hit “post” and say a wee prayer.

Love to all. Even you, the driver of the silver truck that almost took out about a dozen people.

See it. See it now. And not just because of the Apple references.

Love to all. Even you, the guy who let his kid talk at full volume.

I could have gone to see Pearl Jam tonight, but I’d rather go home and rest. I’m a fucking train wreck.Too little sleep, too much financial pressure, too many angry people, too little personal connectivity. I’m not balancing well, and I’m tending toward the bad.

It’s like I’ve devolved a bit.  Maybe a good night’s sleep will help.  It often does.

Love to all. Even you, the guy who flipped attitudes based on perceived title.

George Carlin, RIP.

Love to all.  Even you.

Sometimes I wonder just what the fuck I’m doing.

My memory doesn’t work that well. Did I ever mention this?

I remember only bits and pieces of my personal past. I have an uncanny memory for certain types of job functions… I can peg a candidate that I met 10 years ago… but I can’t visualize much of my personal life.

There are exceptions.

My life is layered, rich, and beautiful. But sometimes I just want out. And by OUT, I mean, work, run, go to my room, mess around with the computer, sleep, work, run, go to my room, mess around with my computer, sleep, ad infinitum.

I am untethered.

I think that not having a family-of-origin is starting to take its toll. I feel like nobody backs me up. I mean, Maggie certainly tries, but it’s a lateral thing. Your family is supposed to be a backstop. I don’t have one, and it leads to a feeling of unreality. As when I was younger, I sometimes feel like there’s a thin layer of clear plastic between myself and the world.

I have my ways of handling these feelings, but they are imperfect and temporary.

I am awash in a soft discontent, but I can feel the light, too.

Love to all. Even you, the various Paley’s.

I’m going to give this one more week, and then decided if I’m writing the kind of blog I want to write.

1. If I don’t have time to read OTHER people’s blogs, I don’t have the right to write my own.
2. I want to write something I’d read, and if I can’t do that, fuck it.

The blessings of life - from AA to my company to my various non-threatening, non-contagious auto-immune disorders), are kicking my ass, in a mostly good way, but that keep me out of circulation, blogwise.

As small as it may seem, Championable has affected my life in a huge way. I mean, Britt, Kaply, Renn, the whole crazy-ass lot of you in my RSS reader who I completely adore… how the fuck would I ever have come across people like this?  Only Alcoholics Anonymous has such a variety of completely awesome personalities.  That’s not a subtle indication that any of YOU are alcoholics, of course.

So.  For the moment, I’m going to hit post.  Then:

…finish the dishes, go for a run, do some weights,  write up my soccer lineup, coach a game, take a shower, review resumes, update the website, write the direct marketing blast for Monday, invite people in for interviews, and print some new icons for the office wall (our office is decorated with images from our print marketing - everything is branding, baby).

Hi.

Love to all.  Even you, the guy who refused to leave the field.