Not getting rid of it. Replacing it.

The message I got from my brain yesterday (my post-flailing newly-descrambled charged-up brain) was as follows: Replace worry. To which I said, huh? And then I got this: Replace worry with curiosity. Curiosity. I like this so much. And here’s why. It’s...

Catching the next wave.

My friend Michael has this theory. It’s been at least a decade since he explained it to me so there’s pretty much no way I can do justice to its twisted brilliance/hilarity, but the basic idea is this: Sometimes we fall out of synch with the world. Or with...

Ringing the bell.

In Ann Arbor, Michigan, there’s a restaurant* called the Gandy Dancer. I’d link to it but they play outstandingly annoying music on their website.** Trust me. Anyway. The name is a slang term for early railroad workers. And the restaurant itself is right...
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