I’ve had a pretty incredible life so far. I’ve enjoyed success as a family man. I’m entirely self-made (twice over). I’ve worked pseudonymously in Hollywood, in the art world, and as a published journalist. I’ve eve worked professionally as a night club bouncer. And I was, for a time, patched into a traditional motorcycle club.
The one area where I remain entirely unsatisfied is in my career achievements. Not because I’ve not done well for myself, because I have. My dissatisfaction is around seeing the disparity between my potential and my achievements, and knowing that my achievements have been bottlenecked by a long history of business leaders suffering from paralysis or complacency.
They offer mandatory working environments that seem structured more for distrust and cost efficiency than getting anything done. It dampens my spark every time I’m crowded into an open room with all of my senses bombarded by what is effectively ambient noise. Clarity comes on weekends when I can walk among the trees and have a little time to think things through.
If I’m ever going to realize my potential, I need to get outside of the traditional office grind. Maybe the trees will offer clarity.
Most of my adult life, since I took up my first full-time IT job in 1994 and sat behind a desk, I’ve watched my waistline grow and my health decline. I’ve tried a few things to fix this, but I think I’m on to something… that people have been saying for years. But like a good nerd, I’m using technology to help me manage my fitness.
This morning I found myself locked out of my Twitter account. Twitter claimed that my account was playing shenanigans (inconceivable!) and that to rescue my account, I had to give Twitter my phone number to validate that it’s really me.
Except Twitter never had my phone number before, so giving it to them would validate nothing.
Fountain pens are brutal on paper. Moleskines are among the first to fall, paper failing in some disgusting combination of feathering, shadowing, and bleeding through when subjected to the abuse of a fountain pen. When the William Hannah Limited fan page on Facebook led a status update with the following, I expected them to fail:
Ever since our notebooks came to the attention of the Fountain Pen community, the attractiveness of our incoming mail has increased significantly….