pop punk

 here's what I'll say. 

Say what you want about the year I was born in, but it was a great time to grow up experiencing pop punk. That's something I was there first hand for that people older than me and people younger than me just don't get. 

Did it tend towards being soulless and commercial and exploitative? Of course it did. It's the music industry. 

But I was there.

I was there for sum 41, blink 182, fall out boy, green day, paramore, panic! at the disco, my chemical romance. 

Did they stand for anything? No not really. Just some lowest common denominator angst and romance and government approved rebellious nature. 

If the main form of participating in society is tasteful and conscious consumption, if your record of existence is judged by the media you consume and assimilate into your being--then that's a bad setup. You can't be doing that. You have to unironically  have bad taste to show that you are self that exists independent of what you consume

No but what I actually think is good art grows like a mushroom.

the best things in life are free but are the worst things in life also free?

 Even a little bit of poop in any meal completely ruins it. Therefore, if things that are free contain the extremes of experience, we should avoid them at all cost. Pun intended. Everything should be free. Including bones. With my new bones premium plan, we will make sure that you are never without your bones. We have a customer service hotline that you can call at any time to speak to a robot.

There should be one food that's always free and it's illegal for anyone to charge money for it and it should be asparagus. And it should be a great honor to grow it and distribute it but you can never ever charge money for it. Asparagus should always be free.

 Growing up on Saturday mornings Maw Maw would come pick me and my sister up in her little red car and on the way to Timberville we would stop at the Hardee's. Or sometimes we would go all the way to New Market for the Burger King. 

Today I was feeling pretty tired. More tired than normal. It took me a long time to wake up. But the thing that really woke me up was I driving to this park where I do my workout on Wednesday and I caught a left at the light that I never catch. Bare minimum I have to wait one long cycle and it's not too uncommon to have to wait two cycles. And that's after waiting two cycles at the light before it.

But I caught that green today and I felt the endorphins immediately flooding my brain. 

I think if I was trying to come up with an idea for a company I would try to find a way to make people have to pay a subscription fee for their own bones. Probably what it will be as that as a parent you sign up for a plan for your child to have bones and then when they turn 18 they have to make the bone payments themselves or the bone collectors come.

Your bones aren't free. They aren't even yours.

I don't think I'll ever have a meaningful experience in my life that involves a pelican. 

It's my responsibility to make peace with that. 

I've also set up my life in a way where I don't interact with large vats of things. Nothing that I could fall into and undergo a fantastic transformation. That's not the hand I've drawn. 

I think vats are full of potential. 

You got bats, cats, fats, hats, lats, mats, gnats, pats, rats, tats, and vats. And then eats and oats. 

I want the kind of friendship that eats and oats must have.

I think a mistake millenials made as a generation was hating on clowns. 

"Oh clowns are scary! I'm so scared of clowns!"

"I hate clowns."

They were wrong. Clowns are back. We need clowns more than ever. Expand your knowledge of clowns and clowning! Ignore my advice at your own peril!

as I was leaving Wegman's last night this guy was sitting outside playing little blues riffs on his harmonica and the air was warm and still and I thought I should just sit in my car with my groceries in the back seat and the windows down and listen to this guy mess around on his harmonica

and I didn't because I had frozen food and because I am sleeping my way through my life and if I was really awake I would've sat and listened and basked in the beauty that life so generously offers every day and my only solace is to write it down and imagine a world where I did that.

I think I'm good at coaching because I've learned enough tricks from doing it long enough to know how to structure a practice and keep things moving but mostly because I try to see people for who they are and celebrate that and show support in ways both direct and indirect and I think when I've been a positive part of people's lives it's because of that.

Real attention and genuine support are like gold.