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It’s my Nameday. Cakeday. Birthday, and I turned 40. What does that mean in today’s age? I’ve often repeated the story leading up to this day that it’s not the same as it used to be. When I was growing up this was ‘Over the Hill’, a day for black roses, the bemoaning of the slippery […]

Every man, no matter what age, wants to at one time or another grow a beard. Then one day they try it and your genetics show through. Patchwork to needles, lay flat or go bushman, only the code knows. While I had a brush with some extended chops and a jowel line a few times […]

It has been a strange road, but isn’t it always? 2008 marks the tired end of a mixed bag year but a bright glimmer for 2009. Watching the Water My father taught me to know a good sailor was to look at his his wake. A clean straight wake leaving the boat was a sign […]

At the beginning of last year I could not have seen what was to transpire this year. As I grow each year seems more so like that. Maybe it’s due to the embracing of chaos and knowing I can only manifest a few variables, or maybe it is just additive wisdom of the years behind […]