“IS ANYBODY GOING TO DIE?” This was the first thing my therapist said after ten minutes of anxiety-fueled ranting. Ten minutes of what I thought was a pretty good case for The World Ending, an inevitable demise that was all my fault and I’ll never recover and how could this happen before I’d ever getContinue reading “What Happens Next”
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Art and Magic
Great art is indistinguishable from magic. The artist not unlike a God among mortals. Sometimes the art is so great, so perfect, such a “normal” occurrence, we forget about the artist. And that’s natural – most of us don’t think about Gods every second of every day. We go about our lives, secure in theContinue reading “Art and Magic”
Timeout on the Field
You don’t have to be a football fan to feel for what happened to Buffalo Bills player Damar Hamlin on Monday night. A young man, doing what he loves, collapses and goes into cardiac arrest. One moment normal, the next unbelievable. The game stops, the teammates gather and pray. Timeout on the field. We don’tContinue reading “Timeout on the Field”
The Two Faces of Grief
TWO PEOPLE DIED IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS. Okay, obviously a lot more than two people. People die every day, every hour, every second. Death doesn’t take time off. What I mean is two people died this week and I miss them, but not in the same way. One of them was a neighbor forContinue reading “The Two Faces of Grief”
Battling Ageism in the Web3 Age
I’VE NEVER BEEN THAT PERSON. The one who doesn’t keep up with change. The one who eschews new technology out of some self-righteous adherence to a past that was never meant to remain static. The past IS prologue — time and time again. My job has always been to keep moving forward, to find what’sContinue reading “Battling Ageism in the Web3 Age”
You Don’t Have to Live Somewhere to Call it Home
This picture was taken in 1941 in Zhytomyr, Ukraine. German soldiers are surrounding Jews in the Market Square, and we all know what happened after that. My family left Zhytomyr decades earlier. I never thought about that place much, never visited, never felt like I had to. It was the Old Country, not My Country.Continue reading “You Don’t Have to Live Somewhere to Call it Home”
The Wonder Year
One year ago, in the Year That Wasn’t, I was in a hospital tent trying to breathe, in isolation trying to distract myself with bad football, trying to make it to 2021 because my God how could that be any worse. Overall this year was better, being alive not the least of the positives. WeContinue reading “The Wonder Year”
The Broken Parts
I THOUGHT THERE WOULD BE A COUCH. I’d never been to see a therapist, but I’ve been to a shit-ton of movies and well, there’s always a couch in the movies. There’s almost always a happy ending, too, which should have been my first clue that art does not imitate life, but mocks it. InsteadContinue reading “The Broken Parts”
Hugging the Porcupine
I’VE ALWAYS HAD A LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE UNKNOWN. I love that it fascinates me, inspires me, drives me. But I embrace it as you would hug a porcupine — very carefully and not without a huge dose of What the Fuck Was I Thinking. I hate myself for feeling this way. Not only isContinue reading “Hugging the Porcupine”
Looking Ahead to “Hindsight”
IT’S TRADITION here at Below the Fold to share an early excerpt from the next book project. Okay not tradition in like the traditional sense, more in the “well I’ve done it before and I haven’t died from embarrassment yet so what the hell why not” sense. Plus there’s the added benefit of looking backContinue reading “Looking Ahead to “Hindsight””