Signed, Stamped and Delivered: The Lost Art of Postcards
From under our noses, life becomes complicated — full of obligation and duty to ‘get by’, or if we’re so inclined, make something of ourselves. I’m guilty of it as much as the next man. And only now that time has slowed a little am I able to feel the chasm of time, space, and touch between me and my brothers. So, I’ve started to write postcards again. Signed, stamped, and delivered from one corner of the earth to another. It’s a lost art, really, like patience. Yes, it would be easier to text, but it’s not enough.
The Goodness of Man – As Judged by an Ego and the Books He Reads
en it comes to choosing the next book to read, I’m plagued by something P. J. O’Rourke said. His words? “Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.”
Notes of Liquid Gold
Dialling in a new bag of coffee can lead to a lot of waste. When I worked at a coffee shop — while it was never good to waste coffee — it didn’t seem as catastrophic as it does now. The bags of coffee were bigger. The bank account wasn’t mine. And I had time to really dial in and nail it. Now, I rarely have time to make two coffees a day. So sometimes it’s a solid week before I get a coffee to a point I’m happy with.
Regaining the Rhythm, the Melody, the Mood
Taylor Swift made it onto my top five artists on Spotify last year. Now, let the record state that I do like some of her music. Just nowhere near as much as my girlfriend. But, watching her sing and dance to Taylor Swift in the car is a magical thing and I’m weak for these moments. So, whenever she suggests a bit of “T-Swizzle,” I’m game.
Feelings That Cannot Be Understood: Formula One and the Edge
Hunter S. Thompson once said there’s no honest way to explain the edge because “the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
Metal, Ink, and Paper — A Case for the Typewriter
Today I’m pulled to the typewriter. It’s been a day of writing copy, on a laptop, for another client. And I wonder why I feel so compelled to it. Haven’t I had enough of writing for the day? The typewriter has become a symbol of the modern day hipster, but strip away the stereotype, focus on the form, and the typewriter re-emerges as the tool for the modern man.