Author Archives: DAK
Day two in Vegas feels like Day five.
I’ve spent a great deal of my life alone. First off, my family moved around a fair amount while I was growing up. I made friends easily, but at that age you don’t keep friends that move to the other … Continue reading
I think it’s ironic that people are warned not to smoke in bed or to be careful to not fall asleep smoking on the couch when in actuality people should be warned not to smoke at all.
People say that age is just a number, though you’ll notice that you never hear any actually young people saying that. I’m 37 today. I don’t feel anywhere near that old, but unless my driver’s license is lying to me, … Continue reading
Don’t you know, your own mind? Don’t you know, your own mind? Don’t care how dirty, don’t care how fine. Don’t you know, your own mind. This ride, it keeps making me sick. There are too many paths for us … Continue reading
I have many online personas. That’s not actually true. I have limited online personas and only a fair amount of online presence. I have a blog (surprise!), I think I still have a Myspace account, I’m on LinkedIn and vaguely … Continue reading
On a plane again. Again. I don’t travel as much as your stereotypical business man, but I definitely travel more than the average person. And even if I don’t take a ton of trips, most of them are great distances … Continue reading
I’ve taken pictures for the better part of my life. I have a few albums at my parents’ house of pictures of almost basically nothing, captured forever on a 110 camera I was allowed to use. There are shots of … Continue reading
I have this thing about me. I love the big trips, the Tokyo to Osaka two weeks with seeing everything and everywhere. I love the Italys and the Spains, the Londons and the Paris’. But in an equal and perhaps … Continue reading