This past month, I brought together two old friends for a fly-fishing trip to Sedona, Arizona. That’s more or less what I’ve been doing for about these last twenty-something years: bro visits…
The Mirrors We’re Used To
The false belief I’ve had my entire life is that the so-called spiritual path will deliver me from self-doubt, anxiety, difficulty, anger, any negative feelings I have really or that I identify as negative…
Salty-Ass Steak
The whole thing feels like income and bills and over time, the complexity and frequency of those dynamics seem to do nothing but grow. You must keep income coming…
An Unsuccessful Angler
Previous to my Rocky Mountain tour through Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming, I hadn’t seriously considered the dangers of fly fishing other than slipping on a rock and twisting an ankle or even toppling over with the small possibility of drowning should my waders fill with water…
Look, Snook
Most recently, since I live in Florida full-time, I’ve been walking the beach looking for snook while I wait for further trout fishing opportunities…
How to be Neat
After Supplement City, it’s time for primping. I hate having a mole hair but I love plucking a mole hair. That is neither a pleasant image nor sentence…
Flow versus Burnout
But first, a quick exposition on the theory of “flow.” The Hungarian psychologist, Mihalyi Csikszentmihalyi, put forth in his book Flow, from 1990, that we are all capable of a state of deep immersion, a temporary joyful condition of existence, in an activity as long as our skill level matches the challenge…
Old Pal
And when I do encounter a smile, I’m forced to write a poem about it. It is absurdly difficult to write a good poem I’ve found. I’m more of the Billy Collins type..
Life Hobby
In the passive planning lane, one is concentrated on an area of future events that are either about to occur or might occur in the near or far future…
The World is Transparent
Is the mind both the perception of experience and the actual experience as it is, something like an unidentifiable shoreline: part sand, part rising and falling waves?
The Silent Popsicle
The afternoon storms are upon us here in Florida. The most I’ve had to weather though are debates from opposing sides of the political spectrum…
Everything in its Place
This morning went the way it always does: wake at 6am, straight into rumination, Wim Hof breathing, a guided meditation to avoid ruminating, followed by the dreaded cold shower…
Cross the River to the Jersey Side
We discovered on our Journey of Weird, that Philadelphians don’t like to be asked if they’re from New Jersey. So, just how do you spot a Jersey girl?
Distant in Place with Koreshanity
The earth, says Teed, is concave and that we humans live on the inside surface of a hollow planet with the universe at its center so that we’re looking out—well, inwards actually—at the stars…
Blood Knots
Rain jacket or not, the weekend passed without catching a damn thing. I even extended the trip by an extra two days…
Rosaceans in Lancaster
It’s been just about a month since I left New York for a visit to Lancaster, Pennsylvania where I drank plenty of Yuengling, ate too many pretzels, and smoked dozens of cigarettes in dive bars, a favorite pastime…
Baker's Dozen
As is necessary because of covid, employees and customers were separated by masks and plexiglass. I ordered a dozen bagels which prompted a question that I couldn’t hear…
The Dishes Are Done Man
Yan grew up in Guangzhou, China and moved to Hong Kong on his own at the age of thirteen. He began his career as a cook at a family friend’s restaurant where he learned the method of siu mei, or Cantonese style barbecue…
Insentient Bobas Expound
It was an unusually humid evening when I decided to walk over to the meeting about twenty blocks away. An expanse of unfriendly thunderheads were overhead that forced me to quicken my pace…
What the Hell is Water
His advice reminded me of another Eckhart Tolle quote, “There are two ways of being unhappy. Not getting what you want is one. Getting what you want is the other…