Piano Man

  No workout music this morning; continued reading “The Happiness Project” instead. This morning’s first car tune was Jim Croce’s “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim.” Penned in 1972, I was only 4 years old, and living in Scottsdale, Arizona, driving around in the back of my mom’s brown Ford Pinto. So, in a previous…

Faith

The year is 1987. I’m living in State College, Pennsylvania, a sophomore at Penn State, sitting in my friend Bernadette’s apartment. That ass. That ass comes on TV. Those boots! The leather! The stubble! The guitar! How can you miss it? How can you not bounce around, shake your own ass and sing along with…

The Hat

Blurred Lines?

Another coworker of mine commented on my most recent post and said maybe I shouldn’t put so much professional development down on my staff review. And, you know, she’s right. I spoke of blurring the lines personally, professionally, etc., and maybe that’s not how it should be done. Take Pharrell Williams, for example. Pharrell is…