Time Capsule
My time capsule’s shell is a metal cash box, the kind one uses to hold the change from garage & bake sales, with a standard cylinder lock & key. Once shiny & nickel-plated, the key has since worn down to its brass core (just like me). None of this
Time Capsule
After cutting thru the seal of vinyl stickers, I took a deep breath and opened the lid. I first noticed some expected things, such as the centerpiece journal and my tin of Spam. I was also surprised by things I’d forgotten, like a Koosh ball and can of Red
Time Capsule
A vellum envelope was affixed to the outside of the time capsule. For the lucky individual who discovered it were two things inside: * A note requesting the time capsule be left unmolested & restored to its original location; and * Another envelope, this one self-addressed & stamped, which they could use
Time Capsule
As many of you know, I once buried a time capsule. And this past month, I opened it — 25 years later. This is the first in a series of posts, where I’ll share the story behind this personal time capsule, its contents, and some of its curators. The original
Social Media
On New Year’s Day 2020, I quit all social media, including Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. I trashed 13 years of networking & history so I could focus my energies more towards fostering in-person relationships instead of political doom-scrolling. Immediately afterwards, two-thirds of my work team got fired, and the
On today’s “Before Breakfast” podcast, host Laura Vanderkam shared a great way to frame priorities. Instead of asking myself yes/no questions, instead structure them as “Would you rather?” questions instead. For example, don’t ask, “Do I want to hit the snooze button?” Without an alternative, the answer
Micha
While listening to last week’s Slate Political Gabfest, John Dickerson shared his answer to the following Twitter question: Tell me a decision that changed the trajectory of your life but you CAN'T say choosing your faith, getting married, or having a kid. — Jennifer Johnson (@seejenwrite) April 29,
There’s another way that blogging makes my writing better: writing every day makes it easier to write every day. When I was a baby writer, I thought the injunction to “write every day” was purely aspirational, like “do an hour’s aerobic exercise” or “eat five helpings of vegetables.
Running
Monday May 29, 2017 was a fine day. Memorial Day, to be exact! I was up early, in order to meet up with the Craig Ranch Running Club and knock out a 7-miler from McKinney to Plano’s veterans memorial. It was also the first day of the Runner’s
Running
I’m not a fast runner and (these days) not much of a strong one. But I make up for it in creativity & curiosity! Like my 2016 project, where I began to run unique streets in McKinney, TX. Awhile back, I read an article about a New Yorker named
Some wisdom I’ve complied over the 20 years since I first discovered the internet: 1. Never read comments 2. Never respond to comments 3. A website’s usefulness must always be greater than its beating 4. Everything is about porn 5. Avoid using Facebook Connect as your means to
PeopleSoft
Related to yesterday’s PeopleSoft-related post, here’s some more research from my PeopleSoft consulting past. This time, it’s related to PeopleSoft Query Security and row-level security, both of which are squirrelly portions of the platform — but hopefully will make more sense after you’ve read this. General * Query
PeopleSoft
In a past work life, I spent much of my time honing PeopleSoft HCM data. Over the years, I accumulated a store of useful SQL scripts as part of my data quality duties. I’m no longer involved with using PeopleSoft (thank God), but here was my output in the
My wife and I met on Friendster back in the winter of 2003-2004. Then we moved onto MySpace, then Facebook, then Twitter. And there we finally settled, like homesteaders headed further and further west until they said, “There it is.” Imagine where you met the girl of your dreams. It
Christianity
It’s that time of year again, where I feel compelled to fuckitall and run away from the world. Lent is an ideal time to turn inward, to focus on health both spiritual and physical. And this time around, I’m in desperate need to take care of myself. I’
Productivity
The other week, I was catching up with a friend who inquired how I get shit done without forgetting about it. Then the beginnings of this blog post spewed from my mouth. Then I turned around and wrote everything down. Brace yourselves: wonky shit is about to go down. This