That’s the question, isn’t it?
From “Those Bears” on Hobart.
American.
Yesterday, Mayor Ballard came out strong against RFRA, saying that “Indianapolis welcomes all.”
Today the Star features this front-page editorial.
Ashamed of my state, but proud of my city. Love you, Indy. Keep up the fight.
Weiner vs. snow
The message for my parent’s generation was “You can be anything!”
The message for my generation was “You can be EVERYTHING.”
Which is why I fear for the Millennials.
No one I know feels great about where they’re at in life, and the pressure’s only getting worse. The jockeying, the FOMO. Ugh.
Opt out, kids. Stand clear of our snapping jaws. Starve the system.
A little light editing.
We know that athletes, musicians, and actors all have to practice, rehearse, repeat things until it gets into the body, the ‘muscle memory,’ but for some reason, writers and visual artists think they have to be inspired before they make something, not suspecting the physical act of writing or drawing is what brings that inspiration about.
Worrying about its worth and value to others before it exists can keep us immobilized forever. Any story we write or picture we make cannot demonstrate its worth until we write it or draw it. The answer can’t come to us any other way.
The internet’s a cemetery, but nothing ever dies.
My boy, monkeying around on Illustrator.
Way back in the day, I wanted to run track in college. I visited IU and talked with an assistant track coach, and he told me something I’ll never forget. “College has three parts,” he said. “Academics, athletics, and social life.” He looked at me. “Pick two.”
I wish there was a coach for new academics. It would have saved me a lot of time and fretting if someone would have taken me aside a few years ago and told me that this life has three parts: Teaching, writing, and administrative work.
Pick two.