Came across this podcast from the @podcastdotco Twitter feed, a fantastic interview with Vanessa Kingori, the publishing director of British Vogue, “the first black female to ever be in this role.”
Great ideas and thoughts on work / wife balance, toxic masculinity, relationships, and so much more. Excellent production and tone throughout! It’s just the first episode, but I’m subscribed to Unsubscribe.
Drive into Monday like that rig from ‘Fury Road’ with the amps and the flame thrower guitar.
This post was originally written on April 10, 2012
In a recent two day stretch I spent 14 hours on a Greyhound bus. The first leg was from Cincinnati, OH to Pittsburgh, PA. Then the next day, another bus from Pittsburgh, PA to Philadelphia, PA. In the past year and a half, I’ve taken buses from Youngstown, OH to Austin, TX, and plenty of stops in between.
In this two day span, I saw people laying on the ground, yelling at one another, kids crying, and lone parents dropping their stuff all over the place.
It’s said that “it’s not the destination, but the journey.” Let me tell you, it’s not just the journey, it’s the journey.
It’s the rush to the bus station to make sure you get your ticket at will-call in time.
It’s standing in line with people who can’t control their kids.
It’s riding next to people who’ve been on the bus for 18 hours.
It’s stopping at a quick-mart, seeing two police cruisers and wondering if they’re going to search the bus.
On the bus to Pittsburgh, PA, I got talking to a kid who was heading to Connecticut. He had 19 more hours to go. And was coming from Arkansas. When I travelled down south to New Orleans, LA, I spoke with people who were riding the bus from Michigan.
You want to talk “horror stories” from the airport?
Those of us who endure overnight bus rides are warriors. We’re woken up every 2 1/2 hours to de-board at a bus station in a small town you’ve never heard of. We get off the bus and see women in pajamas, sleeping on suitcases with crying babies in their arms. Out front is the smokers lounge, and they’re all covered with bad tattoos and missing teeth. And then there’s the people asking for money.
When does that happen at LAX?
This goes on every single night across America. This happens to the warriors who can’t afford airfare, or don’t own a car. This is America, folks. Land of the broke, home of the grave. Go buy yourself a ticket to a city five hours away and you’ll see what I’ve seen.
I don’t write this to call for change. I don’t even want this cleaned up. I don’t want more security or better customer service.
Most of these photos were taken with an iPhone 4 or a Canon PowerShot S95.
Rest your bones to fight another day. Recharge, reconfigure, relax. Smash any guilt for the above with a hammer made of teeth and bone.
Race number one of 2019 done! Finished at 1:43:55 or so. First seven miles felt great, but the last three is the real story.
Early in the race I was following behind a gentleman in all black. I didn’t know anything else, but he was just trotting along, so I figured I’ll just follow behind him.
I’m running comfortably, and fighting the urge to look at my watch. When I look at my watch a million calculations go through my head. Pace, and speed, and time, and if I run a certain pace for the next two miles, then… yeah, having that information usually throws me for a loop.
So I looked at my watch.
And I was running a nice pace, rather comfortably! We ran up so many hills (800′ in total climbing, about the height of the MET Life building in NYC), and I stayed close behind.
After about mile five, though, I passed him. I stopped hearing his footsteps, and I felt like I was flying! Well, for like a mile or so.
But then at about mile 7 my body was like, nah. I just hadn’t trained enough for this distance, so I understood, and smiled and tried to shuffle along.
Well, that fella caught up to me, with a woman he was pulling along for a few miles. He passed me, but we made it up the final hill together (very hilly course), and all three of us did our best sprint finish together.
Three random people, different ages and backgrounds and all that, united for one cause for that one hour and 43 minutes. We high fived, ate some chips, and now have an awesome story for life.
Fill today with the gentle sounds of karate chopping your anxieties, doubts, and negative thoughts.
There’s been a few words that have stuck with me over the years.
One time, during an interview with Jason Hamacher of Frodus, Lost Origins with my pal Travis on his As The Story Grows podcast in 2016 (here), we got around to when I met Jason, years ago when I lived in NYC, at some vegetarian place.
“Yeah, you were with your girlfriend, or wife…”
“Well, ex-wife now,” I replied.
Jason replied, “later.”
His delivery was perfect, as only Hamacher could get away with.
Another word that’s stuck is, “why?”
I had just been rejected for another job that I thought for sure I was a good fit. My friend was with me, and asked me what I was going to do next.
“Send out more resumes, I guess,” I replied.
“Why? It doesn’t seem to be working.”
Pretty sure that was in 2016, too. Last two resumes I sent were in late 2017 (didn’t get those either), but I haven’t sent one since. He was right. I hunkered down on my own business (Close Mondays) in 2018 and haven’t looked back.
Later. Moving on, moving forward.
Why? An honest question. Stop doing what’s not working.
Later is now the name of my video / audio series. For more info, click here.
Get lots of sun on your face today. Smile back at the distant star, consume its energy with a thankful spirit!