I've always loved the rock cairns people spend so much time and energy sourcing and building along paths, river fronts and lakes. To me, they stand as silent reminders of the creator. I was here. I mattered for more than the moment I was here. Even if not permanent, there is meaning in this organization … Continue reading Markers on the Path
Here is my 23 and Me report. I am f*cking white. Just white. Oppressively white. Options: Growing up, making fun of people from Poland was natural. We called them (me) Polacks. Do I keep on that? Like the joke where a Polack doesn't open his parachute until it's 10 feet and 'he can jump from … Continue reading My Heritage…
After I left my job last October, I spent a few months training to run around the world with the World Marathon Challenge and then basically didn't really know what to do with myself. It became clear by March either I was going to have to go to AA or start another company. I know now … Continue reading Here we go again….
This past Monday I finished the Canada Ultra520K race, commonly known as an Ultraman. Beyond an Ironman, this is a 3 day event broken up as a 6 mile swim and a 93 mile bike ride on day 1, a 170 mile bike ride on day 2, and then what amounted to a 53+ mile … Continue reading The End.
So perhaps you remember these scenes from Silicon Valley, with Russ Hanneman's billionaire doors and his custom orange McLaren. https://youtu.be/_ih1ptOguaM Well........ Here is what I enjoyed parked in front of my house yesterday. Yeah...it's that f*cking car. Oh yeah....he didn't just park. He opened his billionaire doors. Both of them. Why? Why did he need … Continue reading F*ck You Silicon Valley
I had a unique opportunity to join my father, Robert Brooks, in a book signing for our recently published mystery novel The Clown Forest Murders. Aside from getting further pictorial evidence of what I'll clearly look like in 30 years, we were both asked by the Obama-inauguration sized crowd to share what it had been like to … Continue reading Co-Writing: 3.5 Tips to Avoid Murder Charges
We play a modified version of the game Pictionary as a family some nights where we simply pull cards from the box, draw it on a small white board easel, and whoever guesses it first gets to draw on the next turn. My 11 year old daughter got up and drew something that basically was.....a … Continue reading Come again? Bearded clam, you say?