Back when I was in college, my roommate and I had a pact. During finals week, if one of us caught the other slacking off and not studying, we were obligated to destroy something of theirs. The pact ended after I found him playing Madden and cut his shoe in half with a kitchen knife. […]
A few weeks ago, my wife and I dropped into a coffee shop that we’d been meaning to try. It was a trendy hipster spot, and on that day, the plaid shirts outnumbered the available tables, so we took a seat at a big wooden communal table in the middle of the room.
Last week, I sat down to outline a guest blog post I’m writing for someone. I knew what I wanted to write about, I just needed to do it. I opened up a Google Doc, scanned my notes and prepared to write. And then…nothing.