My son is a gamer. And not a casual, XBox-playing gamer. He's a PC gamer. We seriously discussed getting liquid cooling for his CPU because he runs that baby hot. Overclocked. I kind of hate the bumper stickers I see on cars around town. "Proud Parent of an Honor Roll Student." "Proud Parent of a … Continue reading Proud Parent Of A Gamer
I spend a lot of time trying to formulate a core life thesis that can guide my actions, decisions and goals in life. Historically, I've been pretty good at setting and achieving goals each quarter or year, but I wanted to go a level deeper and uncover a framework that could encompass how I spend … Continue reading To Freely Choose How I Create
Just about a year ago my co-founders and I started out to build Laugh Exchange. I believed and still believe that comedians deserve to be rewarded and compensated for their time and talent. (We could all use a good laugh given......well.....everything). And while that belief about comedians remains as true as ever, I've always planned … Continue reading The Next Chapter….Helping Every Creator Succeed.
Just before Christmas, my 11-year old daughter Harper published her first children's book, titled Unicat Goes to Space. It's adorable and you should buy three copies. One for your family. One for your children's school library. And one for your guest bathroom. Go ahead....I'll wait. Harper is waiting too. She watches the royalty report like a … Continue reading We Published Our Daughter’s Book and You Should Too (Here’s How).
What a year. From running a marathon on Antarctica to running around the hospital as Erin used cancer to fake her way to insurance paying for a boob job (eat that United Healthcare!), we’ve been full throttle. Work. Kid’s activities. Except I wasn’t really working. And our kids aren’t in that many activities. So the … Continue reading 2018 Holiday Letter – Boobs and All
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…