I don’t understand my brain. Sometimes I’ll just be sitting there reading a book or browsing the internet like a normal human being, then out of nowhere, inspiration will hit me like a ton of ToiletLawyer. I wish I could say that it was a stimulus to do good things like start a non-profit organization, plant a vegetable garden, or teach minority children the fundamentals of basketball, but it never is. Try as I might to persuade my brain to do something of value for myself and society, I would always fail. continue reading »
December was the last month we are doing that tired ‘Free Shit‘ comment thing. This month we are doing something twice as lame, a contest. The person who sends me the best (as selected by myself) new Lesser Known Hot Girl will receive the autographed novel of their choice (from the list here). All entries must be mailed to me (blog@lifeat160.com) by next Monday. I’ll make my decision next Tuesday. You email me a name, I mail you an autographed, first-edition book. I look forward to seeing how many of you still fuck this up.
It had been some time since we’d gotten together. Realizing this, I suggested dinner at a restaurant of mutual affinity. I left Kersten a voicemail early in the afternoon telling her to meet me at the Barnaby’s that I preferred – the midtown location – at eight. She texted me around 3pm letting me know that 7ish would work better for her. I agreed to her request. Close to five, some buddies called upon me to join them for basketball at the indoor half court in my complex to which I willingly obliged. We played several games — all of which my team won — and finished 20 minutes after six. That wasn’t enough time for me to get ready and make it to Barnaby’s by 7. I texted asking if seven fifteen would be alright, she consented. I pulled into the Barnaby’s parking lot at 7:10 on the nose, parked in a compact spot, then secured a booth in a prime location of the restaurant. 7:16 she calls me. continue reading »
I haven’t slept in over 48 hours, so forgive me if this post is more jumbled and less coherent than my usual product.
I made a realization this morning. I was reading about farm subsidies. I was reading about how corporations own land, and on the land they have machines. Those machines milk and kill moo-cows. continue reading »
As a young, educated person in today’s society, I often find myself concerned with both the topics covered and the information disseminated by the traditional outlets (universities, media, etc). Despite my extreme narcissism, I recognize that I’m no more an appropriate voice for this information than those currently pissing in the well. Instead I built an awesome, diverse team of people who will meet weekly to discuss today’s issues from the educated, under-35 perspective. continue reading »
This seems to be a taboo subject in all but the most drunken of bro conversations, but one that needs to be written on nonetheless. It is a precarious situation for all those who encounter it, and I think that it being shielded in secrecy prevents dialogue from taking place, making it difficult for those who find themselves in the situation to know exactly how they should proceed. continue reading »
Obviously this is just a filler post. I submit it shamelessly because I know that I’m working on something totally awesome that I haven’t finished just yet, but don’t want to get fired by not posting anything. Having said that, I’m certain that no person on this planet that could satisfy me as wonderfully and thoroughly as pudding does; thus, I have written this short poem in honor of my sweet, delicious treat. continue reading »
Three weeks ago, I was offered a fifth year associate position at a smaller Dallas firm where – if I took it – I would be strongly considered for partnership in eighteen months. I’ve now decided to take the position, despite an immediate pay and prestige drop. I even turned in my two weeks notice today. Before I discuss the actual motivation behind the move, I’ve detailed the financial information below in a chart below. continue reading »
