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Two Quote Tuesday


“A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.”


“I think we are living in selfish times. I’m the first one to say that I’m the most selfish. We live in the so-called ‘first world,’ and we may be first in a lot of things like technology, but we are behind in empathy.”



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Two Quote Tuesday!


“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”


“Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.”


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Some Wisdom…

There is a secret pride in every human heart that revolts at tyranny. You may order and drive an individual, but you cannot make him respect you.

William Hazlitt

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Some Wisdom…

Faith handles the ultimate incongruities of life, humor handles the more immediate ones.


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Photo Essay: Love of The Game 2

Taking the train. I will probably enjoy some post-show cocktails.

Game Face.

Quiet before the storm.

My Office.

Ghost on the train. Headed home to my beautiful sleeping family. 5 AM comes pretty early…

Nonstop Hustle. All for the love of the game.

Two Quote Tuesday – Old Skool Hip Hop Edition!





“Now every move I make somebody’s clockin’

Don’t ask me nothin’, will you just leave me alone?” - Salt N Pepa


“Say what you want just spell my name right” - Whodini


Two Quote Tuesday!


“All endeavor calls for the ability to tramp the last mile, shape the last plan, endure the last hours toil. The fight to the finish spirit is the one… characteristic we must posses if we are to face the future as finishers.”

- Henry David Thoreau

“Because you can’t, you won’t and you don’t stop…”

- Beastie Boys


Photo Essay: Love of The Game

Late nights at the theatre, followed by…

…early mornings on set…

…hangover cures, and…

…finding the funny everywhere.

Nonstop hustle. All for the love of the game.

- Jay

Two Quote Tuesday!


“To overcome difficulties is to experience the full delight of existence.”

- Arthur Schopenhauer

“I really thought you would be hard to forget
’til they filled up my heart with microscopic jets.
They say I can make love three thousand times a day
So sister you better get out of my way.”

- Bobby Bare, Jr. The Heart Bionic


In The Beginning.

I don’t know how we paid the rent back then. Sometimes we didn’t, I guess. The phone got turned off a lot, and when it was on – we let the machine get it. Neither of us ever held anything steady. The Gap turned her loose after Christmas that year, orange accessories to shame a harvest moon on their deep discount rack. Well, no shit. Some dumbfuck with an MBA got six figures to think anyone anywhere would buy bright orange socks, but we had to pick which bills got paid each month. A date meant pulling together enough change for a Super Big Gulp from the 7-11 across the street. Always Dr.Pepper. It would last the whole day.

It’s real easy to be broke in a place like that, where the temperature rarely gets below fifty. When it touched thirty? Forget it. Governor Bush would have to declare an official State of Emergency. Rest in Peace, Ann Richards. We miss you. Anyway. It was different when the sun never quit – the homeless almost seemed that way by choice. Lots of toothless grinning and a lot less shaking. More Margaritaville than Hamsterdam. We didn’t have anything, but happily gave it away. Two deeply tanned, severely creased guys in the 7-11 parking lot got canned food (with a can opener, naturally), my old crutches, and some new guitar strings. We all played some blues together and later, I guess, they got down on that beef stew. Dinty Moore, y’all. We own our own home and there’s money in Savings. Savings! Those guys wouldn’t get a glance, now.

Our apartment was one room. We could turn in a circle and see every single thing we owned. We slept on the floor a lot. My old single bed was okay comfortable, but small for two people. She was a stone but I needed room to thrash. Still do. I sleep better, but still not well. A few times I woke up and caught her talking to me. She knew I was asleep but had a lot on her mind. “Elephant shoes.” Mouth that shit in the mirror.

We met making out; a ubiquitous round of Spin the Bottle with at least one married person in the circle. Ubiquitous? Hell yes. Our whole bunch was decadent as fuck. I look back and wonder if every person in every decade is like that at that age? Or, was it particular to us? March through November the heat was on (propers to Glenn Frey), so every apartment complex had a pool or a hot tub or both. We were always wet and naked. All of us. Everybody slept with everybody and then swapped. “Bow to your partner. Bow to your corner. Now promenade…” Anyway. She broke up with her boyfriend just minutes earlier so we could make that make-out happen. I didn’t exactly break up with my not-exactly-my-girlfriend. A regret? Throw it on the pile. We spun that bottle and haven’t been apart a day in thirteen years.

- Jay


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