And it had nothing to do with starting a new job
All in Other
My nephew, Joe, who is in the Navy and stationed in San Diego (poor kid) called my sister and told her that he signed up to run the Avon (New Jersey) 5K in June and that she and Uncle Al (me) should run it as well.
I have been to, officially, three comedy clubs in my life to see actual comedians. I’ve also been to many unofficial comedy shows in my life, but most of those were late night in bars and funerals.
For those who know me know I drive an old car. By old I mean a 2007 Toyota Corolla with over 299,999+ miles on it. I write + because the odometer stopped working (by design) at that number two years ago this July (happy anniversary, odometer, I hardly knew ye).
I was not a coffee person, not as a teenager, not as a young adult, or as an adult. That was until I started to work in corporate America and then, boy oh boy, did I drink coffee.
There is a theorem in science called Occam’s Razor which states that the ‘simplest, most elegant explanation is usually the closest to the truth.’
I am sure there are things in life that you can apply this theorem to improve many aspects of our lives, and make them better. However, while Occam’s Razor may be the best way to find the truth, I feel it may also be the best way to identify the perfect design of a form or function.
Of course, I’m talking about the bathroom.
In life, we all learn lessons the hard way. I am here to help you learn this lesson the easiest way possible:
“Always ask the price before you buy something, anything – always ask the price.”
This is an analysis of my blog ‘Conflict and Scotch’ written through an AI software called GROK. GROK is a term coined by science fiction author Rober Heinlein in his classic, cult novel ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’.
To boil it down to its most basic meaning, to GROK is to understand.
I can’t sleep at night.
Well, I can sleep, but its not good. My sleep comes in fits and turns and fist fights with my sheets and blankets. Each morning I wake up to a crime scene, pillows everywhere, like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man exploded in my bedroom.
Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
Funny, but the post you are about to read is nothing like the first draft I wrote on this incident. In fact, it is the polar opposite of what I intended. Guess it really depends on which side of the glass you look through.
Let me explain
It is Monday night, and I am sitting here in New Jersey waiting for Hurricane Sandy to reach landfall.
Motivation does not strike often, so when it does I need to embrace it by any means necessary.
The year between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I got a job at The Grand Diner that was, without a doubt, the best job I ever had. Learned life skills there that I use to this very day.