My Stupid Human Trick

My Stupid Human Trick

The summer of 1996 was largely the same as every other one I spent during my college days. I worked a summer job at an oil painting warehouse, touching up hundreds and stretching thousands of ‘original’ oil paintings from China. I ran a few times a week, and would have a few beers every so…

Creative Mornings

Creative Mornings

I’m a firm believer the only reason anybody would ever roll out of bed before 9am is to catch a flight to a better place. Over the past few years (pandemic willing), I’ve broken my personal pledge on a monthly basis.  What could possibly get me up at 7am to venture across town to be…