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I'm writing this in web2.

I run because I need to.

This was the last and final remodel.

*I started writing this a while ago and am publishing it now even though I don't feel this anymore.

This is a long post.

I took about four months off of regularly reading and somewhat regularly posting to social media.

Edit: I've turned this blog post into a eulogy that I'll give at Rossmoor for my grandpa's funeral.

A year or so before the pandemic, which would be about two years before today, I took singing lessons in the "piano room" at our house.

I'm teaching my ({filename}im-now-an-adjunct.md) in a couple of months.

In a normal year I would have posted my quarterly Read Write Play posts every quarter, as I've done since launching this blog in its current form in 2018.

By Day It starts at about 5:30am.

This post has been in draft form for a long time.

Last October, a professor in the business department at Diablo Valley College (DVC) asked me if I would apply to teach part-time in a new digital marketing certificate program.

It's almost 9:30pm on a Sunday night.

I'll state the obvious first: it actually is as hard as you think.

Here's the result of another exercise.

In case you weren't aware, about a year ago I started writing a novel.

March 14, 2008.

Some time ago I learned about Susan Solomon, the atmospheric chemist who discovered that chlorofluorocarbons (a.k.a.

A year and a half ago I published a piece here describing why I'm a Democrat.

Last quarter I maintained a good mix of all three hobbies.

Spoiler alert!

I started writing this post back in July 2019.

I’ve always been a decent chess player, but recently I’ve started playing a lot more.

In just a couple of months I will have been tracking my RWP for two years.

Public speaking is for wimps.

Here’s the cover letter for my application to be a part-time adjunct marketing instructor at Diablo Valley College (DVC).

Part 1: My thyroid got cancer Part 2: My thyroid got cancer: one year later Part 3: The thing that won't go away Part 4: Here I go again Part 5: And now, a bit of certainty The pill is smaller than you’d think.

There are people who can talk and talk and talk.

I'm going to give a solo speech this week at Diablo Valley College.

For entrepreneurs, especially the bootstrapped variety, the moment of exit is a mix of nostalgia and jubilation.

I'm just going to say it.

This quarter there was not a tremendous amount of reading or writing.

Yesterday was July 4, and on this day for the last four decades my neighborhood has held a day-long celebration of community and country, in that particular order.

I recently joined the Business Advisory Board in Diablo Valley College's Business Administration department.

Today is Father's Day, June 16, 2019.

*Note: my wife did not know I was going to write and publish this. * I am a lucky man.

I write this from Cambridge, MA.

I started writing this post at my most recent Sustainability Commission meeting which was aptly held on Earth Day.

Another quarter, another RWP.

If you're new to my cancer saga, here are parts one and two.

Here's more mid-30s introspection about life and goals.

It was 3:55 in the afternoon when I got the call.

Reflecting back on Scripted, I think it stopped feeling like my own company pretty early on.

To note the passage of time it’s easiest to point to a thing, like a grandfather clock or a door frame marked with heights and ages.

Many years ago, I stopped putting weird liquid soap in my hair every time I showered.

It’s a little cabin on a little lake in Pinecrest, California.

I recently drove out to Sacramento to try to see some old friends and public officials I know.

For all of the moping around and support-seeking you see on social media these days about the struggle of starting a business, there’s an underlying truth that these entrepreneurs love the pain.

I’ve wondered this myself.