What do you say?

I have composed about a dozen different, long-winded blog entries in my head while in the shower… while driving to work this morning… tossing and turning in bed last night. In each one, I expounded on some quality of Steve Jobs, some way that his work touched my life or the lives of others.

Heather Welsh Garner

You were always a little kid to me, having watched you grow up, but that didn’t stop me from recognizing what kind of woman my cousin had become: smart-as-a-whip intelligent, quick with a laugh and a smile, a loving mother and the protector of a legacy from your father and grandparents.

And a year ago when I discovered that you were yet another incredible woman in my life with breast cancer, I also learned how resilient, strong and fearless you were.

Things I would like to tell myself when I was 16

State Farm, in my annual car insurance bill, is making me feel like a responsible old man — something my 16 year old self didn’t think would ever be possible.

Footage from Tokyo, earlier today.

I know that highrise buildings are designed specifically to do this… but that doesn’t make it any less freaky.

What’s a few decades?

As I reach my mid 40s, I find myself plagued by, in no specific order:

• Gray hair
• Bags under my eyes
• One or two hairs in my ear
• Heart trouble
• Back trouble
• Andy Rooney eyebrows
• What looks like the beginnings of long droopy earlobes by the time I’m 60

And yet, strangely enough, I still have the ridiculous cowlick in my hair that I had in 1970.

What’s that about?

I don’t even know how to title this one

It seems that the big news today is the execution in Virginia of Teresa Lewis, who used sex and cash to coerce two men into murdering her husband and stepson in order to collect on their life insurance.

Now Hiring: Husband

Single life, in many respects, sucks.

This is how I get a reputation

When walking to the office kitchen today, I saw a little something floating in the air in the big open common space. Upon closer inspection, it was a spider, dangling halfway between ceiling and floor. After scrutinizing it a bit, I went into the kitchenette to make oatmeal.
On my way back to my desk, I stopped to look for it again, but couldn’t find it.
As I wandered around looking at thin air, searching for something in nothing, I realized that someone was looking at me oddly.
Who could blame him?

Physically, but not emotionally

Wanna see an example of how bad ageism is in the gay world?

I am older than both the “mature” guys in this ad. (But as I look younger, I assume they’re lying about their age.)