Shays as a Razor

Since I’m on a storytelling kick lately, I’ll continue with one from 3rd or 4th grade. My best friend Erin and I were at the Buena Park Mall back in the day. We’d been dropped off by a parental unit and spent the afternoon window shopping and snac…

Body Paint, A Naked Man and a Station Wagon

I honestly can’t remember if I’ve ever written about tonight’s subject, or if I’ve just told the story numerous times as of late. Either way, the story I’m about to tell is one of my favorites. When I was a freshman in high school, I remember havi…

Impossibly Infectious.

One of the things I dislike most in life is when I get into a music rut. Meh. When I get ready in the morning, I’m listening to it. When I’m driving to work, I’m listening to more of it. I can’t listen to it when I work, because then I won’t focus…

This Could Be the Summer

I’ve often written about my love for the holidays and my preference for the late fall/winter time of year. If I had to prioritize my seasons, they’d go in the order of winter, fall, spring and summer. I love when the days are short, when it’s dark…

Pedi-quivalent

Every so often, I have a toenail that likes to go rogue. Back in the day (“the day” being sixth grade) my brother and I went to see a movie — Scrooged, to be exact. The Buena Park mall was the place to be and he was newly-licensed, so we drove ov…

Cirque’s Gamelan

On my way to work this morning, I dusted off some Cirque du Soleil tunes. It’s been forever and a day since I listened to them; their return was way beyond overdue. Has anyone seen “O”? I find the entire performance, including the music, to be not…

A Race Against Time

I might’ve mentioned this before, but I’m consistently amazed that on the days when I wake up early, I end up running about 10 minutes late in getting to the office. And on days when I wake up late, I get to work on time, if not a few minutes earl…