In a candid conversation, Tommy Henriksen opens up about following his dream from the rock clubs of Long Island to the world stage, and everything in between.
Going Public {postscript}
The best thoughts are penned at ungodly hours of the night, pre-dawn musings that tend to tumble out of the brain faster than one’s pointer finger can document them in the iPhone’s ‘notes’ app. Or, at least that’s what I tell myself, as yet another night of sleep is interrupted by random ramblings jostling for position in my subconscious.
The Thing Speaks for Itself
Persist. Pivot. Or Concede. These were a few terms tossed about in a recent video excerpt I watched with Matthew McConaughey, expanding upon how he utilizes ‘greenlights’ in his life, and the art of perfectly timing your assessment of whether a situation is, in fact, inevitable.
Indistinct Chatter, and other catchphrases.
I recently streamed a new series where the term ‘indistinct chatter’ featured prominently in the auto-generated captions. Like, constantly. To the point that it became a punchline. And the inspiration for this column, or the title anyway
Two Modes. One Button. Zero Tolerance.
I’ve got two modes — and acceptance ain’t one.
I can recall penning several columns back in my days as a journalist of sorts, speaking to what I assume is the fairly common phenomenon of being averse to any sudden change, upheaval, uncertainty… all things that tend to make those who favor routine a bit uneasy.
Is this the most constructive approach to life? Certainly not.
Hitting Snooze • and other self-made walls.
Anyone else in that precipice-of-spring rut, or just me?
One would think the lingering daylight hours and sun streaked landscapes beckoning blossoms and blades of grass would be a welcome respite from what has been, despite a somewhat disappointing lack of snowfall, a seemingly endless winter slumber. And yet, there’s this feeling of nearly one quarter of the year being over, with little to show for it.
Fun {in the} City
‘This train isn’t going anywhere.’
So barked the conductor as we attempted to set off on our journey into the city this past weekend. And with those five words — and a last minute change to the departing track number — the dye was cast for the day.
Scanning the Socials • and other ways to waste a day.
Social media can be a cesspool, this much is true. But lately, it’s the predictability that gets me. The blatant toxicity as people scurry into their established respective camps to dig in and defend whatever the accepted perspective of the day might be.
Burning Bridges {with three burners}
I recently shared a humorous {in retrospect} story with a friend, where I felt compelled to leave a raged-induced voicemail {at 1 o’clock in the morning, no less} meant for the maintenance department who handles {‘handles’ being a very generous term} work orders in my apartment complex. Problem was, it wound up in the main corporate mailbox, and was fielded by probably the nicest, most competent woman employed by said corporation. Whoops.
Wait for It • a random rambling
Waiting. It’s something we spend a great deal of our lives doing, whether we realize it or not.
Waiting for return phone calls and text messages. Waiting for acknowledgements, whether of material gifts or those more subtle talents we wish to share with the world. Waiting for plans to be finalized, commitments to be made, progress.
Face Planting Into 2023 • a mini musing
Two types of people have emerged in this first week of 2023.