My wife Amanda and I saw Midnight In Paris last night. The film follows an aspiring—but downtrodden—novelist named Gil throughout the streets of La Ville-Lumière while he tries to find his mojo. Like almost any wannabe artist’s fairy tale, when the clock strikes 12 he is thrown back into Paris circa 1920. A chance to escape his unsupportive … Continue reading La Ville-Lumière
Waking up is daunting. The possibility of wasting 24 hours weighs pretty heavily. As a self-employed designer and writer, the reality is that the productivity of my day falls back on nobody but myself. Though, likely, even if you work for someone else, your productivity doesn’t fall to anybody but you either. Few people have … Continue reading The Recession: Silver Lining
I didn’t get it before. I mean, I thought I did, but I didn’t.
I always thought I had a pretty tough life, growing up in suburban California—bored, sitting around waiting for something to do. Trapped in my own head, held back by what I thought I could and couldn’t do. But this last week in Texas taught me the exact opposite.
I have it really easy.
Case in point:
My 83 year old grandfather has a map full of push-pins in his old office-turned-lounge. Red means he spent a week in a location. Yellow means just a few days. Green means he stopped for lunch.
This map is loaded with push-pins. He’s, quite literally, been everywhere.
But now, sitting in his leathery-old office and plagued with Alzheimer’s, he will frequently point at his “map full of memories” and tell me a story.
Often it’s the same story with different details peppered throughout—it’s never a different story, but the story often evolves, adding new layers each time he tells it. Continue reading “That road you’re on —or— Ode to Grandpa Ryan”