The Unintended Break
I've been having an awful case of writer's block for the last few days, which I can legitimately blame in part on a lot of distractions from work, real estate, and other factors. Still, when I have found the time to write it seems nothing really pops into my head. I am to writing, at present, what Britney Spears is to matrimony; clueless as to what it all means, what it's all about, and therefore I bring nothing to the institution. (Oddly, she seems to do the same thing to music. Weird...)
I will also be heading out of town on business, briefly but still a true rarity for me. It is a rather foreign concept for the kids to comprehend: "Dad is going somewhere, he's packed a bag that includes a different pair of shoes then he normally wears, and he's not taking us with him!?" One thing they do know is that any time I or my wife or the combination of both of us leave to go anywhere without them for more than 24 hours then we will return with some kind of present. On my last business trip I was pressed for time and all I brought back for B & G were two postcards and some gourmet candies -- both available in the hotel lobby -- yet they still thought that was pretty cool. This time around I am going to aim a little higher, even if I have to sneak out during a lecture on the future of our business, where we go from here, how we... blah, blah, blah...
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A true to the bones 30-something moment yesterday at my favorite local record store:
I went in and bought the new Coldplay CD, X&Y, and the store owner who knows me by name and musical tastes shrugs and tries to hold back a laugh, to which I replied with the following: "Yeah, I know... it's the CD every rapidly aging person in their 30's who is ashamed to admit they like VH1 more than MTV will be buying this week when not busy in the bathroom covering up their gray hairs...all that is missing from this sad scene is a Starbucks latte in my hand." He cracked up laughing and said, "I wish more customers were willing to rip on themselves over the music they buy."
Here is the kicker: The new CD kicks some serious melancholy, overly U2-inspired, married- with-child-to-a-silver-screen-Goddess ass!
Somebody get me a latte...
J
I will also be heading out of town on business, briefly but still a true rarity for me. It is a rather foreign concept for the kids to comprehend: "Dad is going somewhere, he's packed a bag that includes a different pair of shoes then he normally wears, and he's not taking us with him!?" One thing they do know is that any time I or my wife or the combination of both of us leave to go anywhere without them for more than 24 hours then we will return with some kind of present. On my last business trip I was pressed for time and all I brought back for B & G were two postcards and some gourmet candies -- both available in the hotel lobby -- yet they still thought that was pretty cool. This time around I am going to aim a little higher, even if I have to sneak out during a lecture on the future of our business, where we go from here, how we... blah, blah, blah...
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A true to the bones 30-something moment yesterday at my favorite local record store:
I went in and bought the new Coldplay CD, X&Y, and the store owner who knows me by name and musical tastes shrugs and tries to hold back a laugh, to which I replied with the following: "Yeah, I know... it's the CD every rapidly aging person in their 30's who is ashamed to admit they like VH1 more than MTV will be buying this week when not busy in the bathroom covering up their gray hairs...all that is missing from this sad scene is a Starbucks latte in my hand." He cracked up laughing and said, "I wish more customers were willing to rip on themselves over the music they buy."
Here is the kicker: The new CD kicks some serious melancholy, overly U2-inspired, married- with-child-to-a-silver-screen-Goddess ass!
Somebody get me a latte...
J