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My first and last sea cruise.

on August 25, 2025

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Being flown to bizarro job interviews

on April 05, 2025

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That one Xmas emptying deceased Pop's AZ condo

on December 28, 2022

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1st Grateful Dead concert = LSD freakout ending in restraints

on April 13, 2022

Drugs & drink Travel stories

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In downtown Chicago, pay attention which train you board

on April 06, 2022

Race & religion Travel stories

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My solo onsite visit at General Motors in Oshawa, Canada meets data fuckup

on March 30, 2022

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Pink Floyd actually did met Wizard of Oz. I saw it happen.

Are you familiar with the urban legend of The Wizard of Oz + Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon? Dateline: 2017. Boise Treefort Festival (5 days of amazing, same format as SxSW). Final nite of the fest, Sunday nite. Boise Contemporary Theatre. I saw a play so profound, so outrageously ambitious, I have no interest in seeing a play again, ever. It was called 'T here are Chinese Tunnels under Boise.' But back to Floyd, Oz, and the urban legend. Thousands, maybe tens of thousands, swear it's true. This is a global phenomenon. The gist is that the two are perfectly synchronized. If you watch the flick on mute, listening to the record at the same time, they're in sync. I'm not making this up. Do a search on it and you'll also be pulled into the rabbit hole. Anyhoots. That's the background of this blog, and this play. Act 1 of 2 begins in a basement of the stoner Floyd fan. His 3 friends arrive: 2 blokes & a bird. He argues with his friends at lengt...

That one time I was almost cancelled

Dateline: 2012. The following blurb affected the trajectory of my life. Arguably to this day. Super stressful at the time, I refused to let it define me & ultimately converted to a positive. Like the nursery rhyme says: when God gives you AIDS, make lemonaids! Working at small & growing consumer research tech co. My major strategic account was a big food company in the Midwest. I was onsite often, planning gigs, sharing results, networking. The culture there goes beyond conservative. Specifically, it's so PC that I was always on best behavior. I worked that place at 2 prior gigs going back years, ergo knew the vibe well. Picture hundreds of humorless white people wary of offending their colleague & being reported to HR. No jokes, no weird asides, keep it to just the facts, always. I never strayed from that. Best behavior. Or at least: humorless. Don't risk it. It was a Friday afternoon. I was scheduled to go there to train someone using our software. Andrea was mid...

My first and last sea cruise.

Approaching Vancouver Dateline: 2018. One of the besties I grew up with, practically at his house, is a middle school science teacher. Summers off. He goes on sea cruises during the summer, he digs them. The thought of them made me recoil, which I did each winter when he invited me to join him, sharing a cabin, splitting the costs. Never thought of them otherwise, they seemed baffling. Except. He has a serious on again / off again illness. Currently in remission. Ergo, when he asked me again the winter of 2017, I reconsidered. He said there are two primary options: Caribbean or Alaskan. Departs Miami or Alaska. Big difference. I loathe humid heat ergo I started thinking about Alaska option. Never been to Alaska. Have you? Started to seem more appealing. Heads were nodded, tickets were purchased, the $200 wifi access pass was purchased, and so in June 2018 we flew separately to Anchorage. Me from west, he from midwest and met up at baggage claim. I recall he had been i...

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