Things That Don’t Have Words But Should Tuesday – 6/14/2016

Welcome to Things That Don’t Have Words But Should Tuesday¬†– an ongoing series where I discuss things/feelings/occurrences for which there are no words, but there should be. At the end, I’ll propose a word (or two if I’m feeling creative). Feel free to comment on my suggestion or propose your own.

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To kick off TTDHWBST – which, yes, looks like the abbreviation for something leaky to which you’d liberally apply a salve (eww) – let’s keep it light and yet familiar, and discuss:

That microwaved fish smell at work

You know the one I’m talking about. It’s that OHMYGAWDWHOTHEHELLWHATTHEF#CK smell that poisons an office’s air for no less than thirty minutes when some inconsiderate pescatarian decides heating-up their stank concoction is more important than being a decent coworker (or human being, really). Seriously, who doesn’t-know microwaved fish reeks? More importantly, who thinks eating microwaved fish is even a good idea? With few exceptions, fish should¬†always be consumed freshly-prepared. If you disagree, that’s fine – it’s OK for you to be wrong, but you’re still a terrible person if you impose that NYC-dumpster-in-August smell on the people around you. And if you try to argue you do it to be healthy, I’ve got two words for you: f#cking salad. Have a salad, stinky.

Proposed word: Fishbomb

I chose fishbomb because that’s truly what I feel these people are doing. That eye-watering smell hits like a¬†smart missile¬†and spreads like napalm, killing all happiness in its path. What’s left is a contaminated landscape filled with broken dreams and the distant memory of better times. Shame on anyone who fishbombs their coworkers.


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Friday Morning FYI – 12/25/2015

Welcome to your Friday Morning FYI – my chance to share observations/wisdom/rants in short, easily consumed form.

Keeping with my holiday tradition, this week’s FYI is a quote from A Christmas Carol. I think it’s particularly noteworthy this year, with the political climate what it is here in the US of A:

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

“Oh, Man! look here. Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shriveled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked; and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

“Spirit! are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.

“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. The boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand toward the city. “Slander those who tell it ye! Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And bide the end!”


Thanks for reading, and Happy Holidays.


(Black) Friday Morning FYI – 11/26/2015

Welcome to your Friday Morning FYI – my chance to share observations/wisdom/rants in short, easily consumed form.

This week’s FYI comes courtesy of Thomas Jefferson, and will be auto-posted while my girlfriend and I plan a shopping-free Black Friday over breakfast:

“Never buy what you don’t want because it is cheap. It will never be dear to you.”


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Friday Morning FYI – 10/30/2015

Welcome to your Friday Morning FYI – my chance to share observations/wisdom/rants in short, easily consumed form.

Last night I got the chance to see Trevor Hall live in NYC. I’ve been a fan of his for years, so when the spam email came in from bandsintown saying he was playing Irving Plaza, I took my wallet out so fast I almost lost a finger. It was a great show, and he even played and told the story behind my favorite song (Indigo)¬†from the new album. In that spirit I’m going to keep it light this week and just drop a link to the song:



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