Walkout commute observations

Interesting commute, with the walkouts today. Observations: There’s a lot of Bridge & Tunnel Environmentalists. Team, let’s put those phones away for three minutes whilst we navigate this sea of additional commuters together. Air pods and a good playlist can overcome almost any commuting injustice.

Put in your Reps

Your 1st blog post will be bad, but your 1000th will be great. Your 1st workout will be weak, but your 1000th will be strong. Your 1st meditation will be scattered, but your 1000th will be focused. Put in your reps. — James Clear

Cat swap plus

My friend Matt has this amazing idea for an app. I think you’re going to like it. We haven’t exactly figured out how it works yet, but that doesn’t matter. The point is that this is going to help a lot of people, and we are going to get rich. The problem Browsing your Facebook


I quit Twitter. It’s a broken door, one that I’ve given up trying to fix. I tried to make it work. I tried following a bunch of interesting folks. I tried unfollowing everyone but a select few. I tried lists, mutes, muffles, and blocks. But no matter what I’ve tried, it’s just Jeep ads and

Gas station cheeseburgers

You’re unlikely to lose a lot of weight by eating gas station cheeseburgers, even if you hide the garbage and pay with cash.

Three step productivity

Any productivity system of value can be distilled down to three simple steps. Write down the shit you need to do. Decide if and when you’re going to do the shit you wrote down. Do the shit you wrote down, when you decided you were going to do it. These steps work in any app,


You haven’t written a word since the end of 2014, because you were waiting. You were waiting for the right day. You know, because it only makes sense to start something new on a Sunday. Or a Monday. Or as a “fresh start” at the first of the month. Or definitely, definitely on your birthday.

A knife’s purpoe

My knife lives a mostly sedentary existence. It can lay latent in my pack or hooked on my pocket for weeks without use. Yet, it performs admirably when it is called to duty, even if the particular job might fall well below its station. The knife’s tasks are mostly mundane: cutting Amazon packing tape, Toys

Hybrid Journal

I have a long and rocky relationship with pen and paper. I’ve often romanticized the idea of keeping a paper journal to record the passage of my life. Yet, despite many attempts over the years, I’ve never been able to stick to any kind of journalling habit for more than a couple of weeks at


The same energy that you currently spread amongst the many tasks you are now doing, can be focused to put a real, deep, burning, hole right in the center of the one thing you should be doing. — Patrick Rhone I come up with a lot of seemingly great ideas. I follow through on none

Out of reach

I bet that big old iPad 2 is really holding you back from getting some serious work done. It’s just too big and cumbersome. Just not “mobile” enough, you know? Have you considered how much more useful an iPad mini would be? And once you get that mini, you’d probably be way more productive if

The Easy way

The last couple of weeks have been pretty busy. In my spare time, at the end of the day when I’m not catching up on unfinished work, I’ve been tuning out. Turning off my brain. Consuming. This is the easy way. The moments I’ve found some small amount energy or motivation to be more engaged,

Lying to yourself

You started to write this post about how saying “no” is hard, and you came up with some simple “hacks” to help. You thought you were pretty clever. It was going to be great, wasn’t it? Unfortunately, iCloud shit the bed, and you lost a couple hundred words. You got burned and you changed your

Growing pains

Starting hurts. When I woke up this morning and moved to get out of bed, virtually every muscle in my body was aching. This is because yesterday I started a regime of exercise, as one does, to get back in shape for the new year. Whenever I begin to work out again after a period

Letting go

In June of 1998, we celebrated my Grandfather’s eighty-fifth Birthday. The party was held in the common room of the hospital’s palliative care unit. He was losing a long battle with emphysema and other smoking-related problems. He had fought them for so many years, I don’t recall a time in my life when he was