I confess, I love grocery shopping. No, really. I enjoy the actual process of going to the grocery store, pushing a cart up and down the aisles under the bright glow of buzzing halogen lights, picking out my favorite staples, perusing the best deals, trying a new item or two. I enjoy bagging my own...
Take $50, $100 – shit, take $1,000 – and do something stupid with it this weekend. Treat yo’ self!
On Sunday, while on vacation at Lake Okoboji (IA), I read an opinion piece in the New York Times from Pico Iyer titled “The Joy of Quiet.” Iyer made the point that all of the technology that surrounds us, rather than making us more enlightened and connected, is slowly making us insane. So much, in...
Banner year, 2011. I started my professional career. I got engaged. I learned how to become a dog owner. Some of my best friends got married. I attended NBA games, MLB games, even a NASCAR race. I started experimenting with craft brews. High-fives all around. It’s been real. You’d think I’d be against making resolutions for...
Fortune favors the bold, but Christmas shopping favors the lazy. What it must be like or those who zealously finished their Christmas shopping on Black Friday Thursday. I spent some time at the mall this weekend and every store seemed to be 30-, 40-, even 50-percent off the entire store. What’s better — no crowds...
Not so long ago, I published a new blog post five days per week. That was back when I didn’t appreciate the art of sleeping in. My current run of blog inactivity can be blamed on: Laziness (23%) – Too … much … thinking … required. And at 7 a.m.? Brutal. Lack of Inspiration (40%)...
Beth and I and our friend Alex snuck out on a school night last night to catch local rapper Cecil Otter at the charming 7th Street Entry as part of the week long Doomtree Blowout. About 300 malcontents crammed into First Avenue’s baby brother as Otter displayed the kind of braggadocio and nonchalance one could...
Last week, indie folk band Bon Iver was nominated for four Grammys, causing half the people who take stock in that sort of thing to say, “Who is Bon Iver?” Seems there’s always one dark horse at the Grammys. Last year’s unlikely winner was Arcade Fire. who took who Album of the Year for The...
I used to play the alto saxophone. Picked it up in 4th grade, but abruptly quit in 7th grade when my sax was stolen from a storage room at school. I’m sure some punk custodian made a pretty penny pawning it a few towns over. I wasn’t very committed in the first place, so once...
We don’t have HBO in our apartment, but my parents do, so while I was home for Thanksgiving, I caught about an hour of Too Big to Fail, which is based on Andrew Sorkin’s nonfiction book of the same title. The movie, which debuted in May this year, focuses on the 2o08 financial catastrophe, which...
I never thought twice about wearing sweatpants in public until yesterday. (Nice way to start a blog post, huh?) A few months back, two of my elder co-workers harshly criticized my preference for wearing sweatpants in public, a reprehensible act apparently invented by my generation. I don’t remember how we got on the topic, but...
Last week, I mentioned asking my friend Joe, a student at Penn State, his feelings about the Jerry Sandusky scandal. It took him a week to piece together his thoughts, but he got back to me over the weekend. First, some context. Joe is a doctoral candidate in Penn State’s nutritional sciences program. He grew...
Dudes Love Grocery Shopping. So What?