Being attached to this hand…

and publicly creating & sharing wicked creativity.

In the process, generating a few sweaty, memorable,

scratching-record moments where, after the fact, all

people can think to say or mutter is “what the hell just

happened?!?”  That’d be pretty nice.

Anything but a doctor or professional basketball player.

Chemistry, physics, the three-pointer. Yeah right… I’ve never

understood any of those. Maybe something to do with

banking….I was pretty good at my first job, at the ripe age

of 16, of providing managerial oversight at an

amusement park. So, maybe she thought I’d become a

professional Ferris Wheel operator… “that will be 2

tickets please”.

Haven’t had enough caffeine to answer a deep question like

this one. I really love caffeine. Maybe that’s where

my optimism – the archenemy of “you can’t do

that” – comes in.

for that tingly feeling of creating. It’s pretty

inspiring when the zygote of an idea takes on a life of

its own and begins to grow and evolve and gain

unsupervised momentum.

The best: That inflection point where I learned to be super

comfortable in my own skin. That’s liberating.

Also, the first time I played music live and could feel a

person or two really react even if it was just for a

second.

The worst: Feeling trapped professionally or personally

or geographically.

Win Son Win, Mirado Black Warrior

Quiet Little Voices, We Were Promised Jetpacks

Turnover, Fugazi

It’s No Good, Depeche Mode

There There, Radiohead