q: who’s the ideal man?

(*or woman?)  a: The person asking that question.  Read that.  Re-read that.  And read it again.  Then?

Find a way.  No matter what it takes.  To believe it.

Once you’ve done that?

You’re half way there.

Where?

You’ll see.

I’ll be waiting for you.

TGOC is here to help.

how to be the best dad* in the world

(Or wife.)  (Or girlfriend.)  (Or human being.)  My dad is amazing.  That’s probably the biggest understatement of all time.  The way he raised me, and shaped me, for success and happiness cannot be underestimated. Or explained.  But I’ll do my best.  Two simple words, said the right way, can be a magik spell of positive potential you can cast upon anyone in your life.  If you love them.  If you believe in them.  If you want them to succeed.  And find peace.

The words?

“Makin progress?”

These words were spoken to me, countless times, as I was growing up.  They’d fall off the lips of my father as I was doing something difficult.  Slaving over a homework assignment for school.  Trying to figure out the latest piece of high-tech musical equipment I’d acquired.  Working on a video or mix tape for someone important to me.

The cadence and tone of his voice are hard to describe.  It was a combination of absolute confidence, kindness, and divine encouragement.  He said them in such a way that I knew he felt my answer to the question could only be “of course”.  He said it in such a way that if my answer to the question was anything but?  I’d rethink my perception of it.  My answer to it.  Because he believed I would be, and should be ‘making progress.”  Because he believed in me. Read more

now hiring: sexual security guard

The most important person in your relationship?  Isn’t you.  Or her.  Or him.  It’s a third party.  The most life saving, existence enhancing, happiness insuring party you can imagine.  You probably don’t have one, yet.  You need to get one, now.

Who the hell am I talking about?  Glad ya asked.

It’s your “SSG”; sexual security guard.  Consider him a chaperon of chaos.  An anger wrangler.  An escalation assassin. He’s the person you both have on speed dial.  #1 on your list (sorry mom, you’ve been bumped, I know you’ll understand).  The person you call.  Before you even think about calling; Read more

the mind leading the blind

I have a lot to thank my friend and longtime knower Donnie for.  A whole helluva lot.  In addition to being responsible for the greatest birthday gift, possibly of all time (details to come), he’s proven the very definition of “solid guy”.  He’s taught me so much, rarely realizing it in the process.  He’s also been a Patron Saint of Cash in ways I still find hard to believe.

Generosity, thy name is Donaldo.

As fantastic, at least?  A compliment.  Make that the compliment.  To end all compliments. Read more

bounce your tolerance - life itself edition

I have a hunch about you.  It’s not pretty.  Ready?  You.  Take things.  For granted.  What things?  Try “everything”.  This is one of the most insulting things I can possibly say to you, and yet, it’s almost certainly true.  People like to wallow in their misery, lamenting things they don’t have, and perhaps, will never have.  They rarely realize the insane beauty of every simple element of existence.  So many joys; not a right, but a privilege.  And gorgeous ones at that.  Don’t believe me?  Howsa bout a little test.  We’ll call it taking a dip in the Sensory Deprivation Think Tank.  Give something up.  Something you truly love.  For four days.  And four nights.  Think of it as your own trip into the desert.  Jesus did it for 40 days, 40 nights, you should be able to handle four.  Or maybe not.  Perhaps you’re weaker than I give you credit for.  Nah, you’re good people.  You’re reading TGOC arn’t ya? 

I’ll give you two challenges, to really open your eyes to what I’m talking about.  The first is easy, though it likely won’t seem it.  The second is much, much harder (and infinitely more important).  This one won’t be easy either.  Trust me.

Alright, shall we begin? Read more

watch for the signs (coming soon)

Digital Photo
Cash’s coffee table
6.1.2010

the peril of the pinnacle

Want to ruin your life?  It’s simple.  Start believing you’ve found the perfect ______ (insert blank with anything on earth; person, place or thing).  As soon as you commit yourself to this concept, you’re bound for doom.  Why?  Think about it.  There’s a great quote, a tag line, from some movie whose name I can’t recall right now.

Once you have everything, imagine what you have to lose.

Tis true.  If you think you’ve found the best / perfect / ideal ____, where do you go from there?  Downhill.  You’re set up for devastation the second x / y / z disappears.  Anything can dissolve as quickly as it appeared.  Why give something that kind of power over you?  It’s senseless.

I’ve been guilty of this crime many times.  Without fail?  Read more

watch for the signs (you’re almost there)

Digital Photo
11th and Broadway, Denver
6.9.2010

practically puurfect

They say fortune comes in threes.  I tend to believe it.  Tis an odd number after all.   One such trio of goodness?  I happened upon this fine Wednesday morning; Read more

dispatch from moab

One of my favorite scenes in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is the chaotic, sand blasted insanity of the motor cross rally.  Its intensity can’t be overstated.  A recent text message from one of my best friends (on his annual pilgrimage to Moab, Utah) seems to share a similar vibe:

CASH: how’s moab?

DJ: Bad ass.  Hot.  Windy.  Stoned.  Just puked from bronchitis coughing fit.

I’ll take this to mean; “And a good time was had by all…”

You’re a trooper, DJ.

Hunter would be proud.

Cash sure is.

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