While some may have raised an eyebrow at the prospect of a Jeff Beck and Johnny Depp musical collaboration, it’s safe to say any lingering doubt was erased the moment the guitar legend was joined onstage by the film icon and co-founder of rock supergroup The Hollywood Vampires, at The Paramount in Huntington on Oct. 14 and 15.
Mood of the Moment
Days unfold. Weeks evolve. Months seem to draw to their respective conclusions with little fanfare or warning. And before we know it, the holiday decor is being pulled down from the attic, and plans are being outlined for next year.
This is 39
This is 39.
The beginnings of it, anyway.
I recently came across an old column from the archives where I saw fit to wax poetic on the oft-repeated concept that ‘birthdays are beginnings’ — though, if we’re being completely honest, every moment serves as a unique opportunity to shift perspective and strive for … something better.
Another Month, Another Column
Another month, another column.
Is it even a column anymore? Perhaps a blog. a musing. A collection of random thoughts neatly packaged and shared at irregular intervals.
Time Marches On
March 13, 2020. the day the year went on ‘pause,’ indefinitely. For me, it began the evening before, with a mad dash to collect any essentials from my office in preparation to work from home ‘for the next two weeks,’ merely as a precaution, with the promise to reconvene at the start of April.
'Tis February.
‘Tis February. Time for another column? While one small contribution a month may not seem like a lofty goal, it’s precisely one more per month than I attempted throughout the entirety of last year so ... progress, I suppose.
Hello, 2021.
It’s been quite some time since I penned a proper ‘column,’ at least one that wasn’t resurrected from the archives of days gone by. I suppose that 2020, while it may have provided a wealth of material to draw from, didn’t seem like a suitable year to be adding to the avalanche of thoughts and emotions—at least, not without allowing space to develop a bit of perspective.
The One Where Nothing Goes According to Plan
In the immortal words of Ross Geller, we all would do well to learn to pivot.
In life. In direction. In expectations.
If nothing else, 2020 has taught us that the best laid plans are merely a rough sketch of the reality we’re likely to face.
Time Out
I came across an article the other day that attempted to explore the concept of time, its seemingly abstract nature, and the components that cause us to question the speed at which it appears to be flying—or, alternately, crawling—by.
Press Pause
It’s one thing to adapt to new ‘norms’ and acclimate to the evolving times we live in. It’s quite another to truly own that reality and be even remotely okay with it.
In Place
Two things I enjoy, writing and photography. One thing I claim to never have enough of. Time.
And yet, as we collectively prepare to begin yet another week of whatever this life has become—number three, if memory serves me—how many of us have taken advantage of these idle hours?