You’re not dealing with morons, here, Lebowski.

Okay, let’s be super, super clear about two things, here. Elite athletes, of any sort, are rarely going to be the smartest folks in the room. Graeme Le Saux and Jenny Thompson are weird outliers. It’s not a knock on athletes; it’s an issue of cultural sorting. There are very few historically great left-handed quarterbacks […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight: It’s dangerous to be a honest man.

I really need this stuff with the old house to be over. When I was there yesterday to take (what I thought was) the last of the stuff to the storage unit, I looked around at how much was left to do/clean up. I thought about my leg for maybe nine seconds before saying, “fuck […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven: See then how that by works a man is justified, and not by faith only.

The word came today that Mike Shinn died. Mike was a few years behind me at LaSalle. I’m not sure if he was a freshman when I was a “senior” or if he showed up the fall after I left, but we ran with the same crowds. We had drifted out of touch a bit […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Five: Behold, the son of our maker!

I cannot recall how I discovered Daft Punk. Apologies for the “discovery” pun there, but some things can’t be helped. It’s a little odd that I can’t remember how I found them, given that while they do not make my personal Mount Rushmore of music they are, as we would say in the NCAA tournament, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty: You’re not dealing with morons, here, Lebowski.

I have managed to overwhelm myself again. A few minutes ago I was walking from my office/second bedroom to the kitchen and for a moment there I let everything that needed doing drift through my head at once, and for my trouble I had a panic attack that lasted about a quarter of a second. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty One: Isn’t bravery always sort of beautiful?

No one ever said I didn’t possess vast reserves of ingenuity. I’ve got ingenuity coming out my ears. I’m practically Odysseus. I’m inventing useful shit without even thinking about it. This weekend, for example, I came up with a fantastic way to cut down on your packing and moving expenses, and I wasn’t even trying! […]

Journey of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty: The Yankees win because they have Mickey Mantle.

Julia and I used to joke that the third volume of my autobiography would be titled, “Mistakes Were Made.” I have been saying for almost a year now that she knew me very, very well. Here’s a thing I learned yesterday: Got Junk has a policy of only staying at a specific job site for […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Twenty: How about Tallulah?

A word, here, about defining your backlog. Despite my stated desire not to yesterday, we’re talking about moving again, because Jesus Christ this is nuts. Most websites recommend you spend 6-8 weeks planning your move. I have a total of 16 days to plan mine. An Olympics of moving. There is a reason it is […]