Trippin' Excited!

Went to the biggest Half Price Books in the world while visiting family in Dallas. It's as big as a grocery store. My brother-in-law and I decided it might be interesting. We ended up spending nearly three hours wandering the store.

First stop, the CDs. While they had plenty of them, there wasn't anything I've been patiently looking for. No real bargains either. As a matter of fact, the discs were more expensive than other locations. I don't know if that's because it's in the DFW metroplex or if the prices are market driven. At any rate, there was nothing of interest and nothing my perpetual radar scans for when browsing.

Books, on the other hand, were quite interesting.

I found myself in the business section. Plenty of business biographies (one of my favorite genres) and leadership books. Books on Disney, Toyota, and the one from the captain of that battleship that was popular a decade ago. Leadership books are also a favorite. The Five Dysfunctions of a Team, Keys to the Kingdom (a good read about Michael Eisner's fall from grace), and quite a few interesting titles by Napoleon Hill, Stephen Covey, and others.

While the titles caught my attention, the prices caught my attention because they're far too high.

I was particularly interested in a title penned by the mayor of LinkedIn, Simon Sinek: The Infinite Game. Reading a few random pages, it resonated with me as it probes capitalism's purpose. To some, capitalism exists for the sole purpose of extracting maximum profit, with all resources and means justifying the end. Sinek takes capitalism to another level—an infinite purpose to build strong, innovative, and inspiring organizations. Organizations with a purpose deeper than making money.

The book was fourteen dollars. List price was twenty-nine. I looked on Amazon and one could be had for six dollar fifty cent. While tempting for the now factor, I couldn't justify spending fourteen dollars on a book I could get for less than half that price.

I remember back in the day Half Price Books was more like Quarter Price Books for older, used titles. The Infinite Game was published in 2019. I would think seven years is long enough for a book to be priced below half price.

Not anymore.

Somehow I found my way into the brain section. A plethora of titles about memory, cognition, consciousness, and the like. After reading Dan Brown's Secret of Secrets, I find consciousness to be an interesting topic—especially in the context of halos, angels, coincidence and how intelligence works. The entire premise of the book is that there is an entire consciousness that exists that we cannot see. At the same time, we have the ability to tap into consciousness by aligning or calibrating our receivers—our brains—to receive the signal.

And just like that, I stumbled upon How to Change Your Mind by Michael Pollan.

I was attracted to the premise like a moth to a light. It felt a bit like holding forbidden fruit in my hands.  The same way a terrorist feels while holding The Anarchy Cookbook  

LSD.

Steve Jobs spoke of his experiences with LSD as profound and influential to his creativity. Bill Gates has described his experimentation as exhilarating. Anthony Bourdain spoke openly about experiences he had during his youth. Jerry Garcia described an LSD trip that changed everything.

Ever since reading about Steve Jobs' experience with psychedelics, I've been curious about them—but never curious enough to try them. Curiosity and conviction have comfortably occupied the same space for a very long time. I don't want to cause permanent damage or have an undesirable outcome.

But this?

This I can hold in my hand. A book described as "a brilliant, brave, and personal investigation into the medical and scientific revolution taking place around psychedelic drugs." I read a few snippets and I was hooked. 

I've heard good things about Michael Pollan. I don't remember who from, but I know his books are well written and thought provoking. I can't wait to dig in and learn about something I've been curious about for a very long time.  A book described by the New York Times as one of the 10 best books of 2018 has to be good, right?

Funny how a trip to Half Price Books turned into a trip through leadership, capitalism, consciousness, intelligence, and psychedelics without ever leaving the store.

I can already hear my wife when she discovers the book sitting in the living room.

"You're not going to try that are you?"

"Of course not."

"Then why are you reading it?"

"It's interesting."

"What do you mean it's interesting?"

Never mind.

"You're not going to try that are you?"

Maybe?

Dear Leader's Judgement

I question the judgment of a man who accepts an old cargo freighter as a gift and has it converted into a substandard Flying Fortress as the symbol of the most powerful nation on Earth. A supposed beacon of hope. 

Most old, worn-out passenger planes are converted to cargo planes to extend their useful lives. Most cargo planes are twice the age of passenger planes. Most old cargo planes are eventually sent to the scrapyard. 

But not that one. 

It's apparently more fun to be braggadocios about questionable decisions: putting lipstick on a pig, hosting a cage fight in the front yard, commissioning a $15 million substandard paint job on the bottom of a reflecting pool, treating the East Wing of the White House like a sun room while simultaneously Jonesing for a monumental view of the golden arches outside the window. That'll probably be the equivalent of putting a G-scale train prop on an HO layout and wondering why it doesn't look quite right. 

Our leader is not well. Perhaps he needs his own flag—a giant rainbow windsock. With A giant golden T with a spotlight; rotating in the wind as Kidd Rock's All Summer Long plays. At least then we'd know which way the wind is blowing.

"We were trying different things

We were smoking funny things.

Making love out by the lake to our favorite song

Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow." 

JTW - Discovery Day

Disclosure Day 2026:  The moment John Williams not only inspired the force, he became The Force. 

At 94 years of age Maestro Williams may have written his best work yet. 

John Williams consistently composes with technical brilliance and emotional resonance; capturing perfect sound to the moments our heart feels.  Better at it than anyone else.  A Giant among Greats.

I have never been particularly interested in the movie experience when it comes to John Williams. The music stands independently on its own merit. It always has. 

At first listen my response was 'This is some of John Williams' best work.  Almost as though John Williams goes to church.  There are Bits and pieces of the force, The Patriot, E.T., Warhorse, Monsignor and others like Jurassic Park and Close Encounters throughout.  While his stylistic nature is usually easy to recognize, I didn't immediately recognize Disclosure Day as his work.  Rather, he slowly reveals himself in this one.

Then my thoughts evolved. "John Williams became a classically trained Hans Zimmer with impeccable use of musical devices and technical grammar."

Finally, I settled on something much simpler.

"John Williams at his best!" 

Best, however is an evolution.  More precisely it is a consistently met standard reaching new heights without discounting any of the work that came before it.  

Over time his work has evolved.  The latest incarnation of John Williams comes with incredible aural textures not heard before.  There is more detailed technical articulation in the upper strings and more cohesive integration of electronics into the orchestra.  There is the discovery allowing more than one emotion sitting in the same piece of music at the same time - one moving forward while another quietly recedes.   an unfamiliar yet refined motion in the orchestra's sound and instrumental timbre that feels simultaneously new and unmistakably his. 

Disclosure Day isn't something you leave the theatre humming.  It's a work that rewards attentive listening and aural processing free from distraction.  

If this piece ultimately bookends a 75 year career, it does so at a new peak.  There are very few artists who spend a lifetime pursuing excellence.  Fewer still who continue discovering new heights.  

At 94 years old, John Williams remains one of them.

He continues delivering excellence and truth. 

Aging Like a Fine Wine

I saw Christopher Nolan's The Odyssey. One thing stood out. Charlize Theron.  She's aging more gracefully than anyone in Hollywood.

Coming from a guy who doesn't keep track of and largely despises the entire premise of celebrityism in our culture, that's saying something.

I don't know whether she's had work done to improve her appearance. Nor do I particularly care. The roles I've seen her inhabit are interesting and the work she does is consistent high quality.

Not a debate. Not a declaration. An observation.

Perhaps her journey can resonate through her actions for more women approaching the second half of their fifty years on planet Earth. Aging is natural. It can be graceful. It can be elegant. It can be authentically lived.

Not fighting age with beauty, but discovering beauty through age.

That's HOT!

THE PRESS CONFERENCE – From the Mexican President

Good afternoon. The President of Mexico would like to make an announcement.

Unfortunately, she will not be able to make the announcement because she is currently the President of Mexico and therefore lacks the authority necessary to solve the big problems facing Mexico.

Fortunately, she has recently accepted an additional position.

President of the Drug Cartel Trade and Lobbying Group.

I’d like to congratulate her.

As President of Mexico she possesses approximately half the authority required to do her job effectively. Thankfully, by becoming President of the Drug Cartels she now possesses the other half.

This will greatly improve governmental efficiency.

Beginning Monday, all cabinet meetings will be consolidated into one convenient location rotating across cartel Big Houses. Complimentary chips, cheese and salsa will always be provided; as will shots of Tequila.

The Minister of Transportation would like more highways. The Minister of Finance would like more tax revenue. The Minister of Defense would like more security.

The cartels would like all three.

Ladies and gentlemen, we’re finally getting things done.

People continue to misunderstand leadership. Leadership isn’t about bringing people together around a common vision. Leadership is about becoming the leader of every organization preventing you from accomplishing your vision.

If your employees won’t listen to you, become the CEO.

If Congress won’t cooperate, win an election.

If the dog won’t come when you call him, become the dog.

I’m not saying it’s practical. I’m merely saying we’ve been unnecessarily limiting ourselves.

There have been criticisms of the President holding two offices simultaneously. We reject these criticisms. The modern world demands multitasking.

Mexicans and Americans expect their politicians to be politicians. That’s terribly old fashioned.

Today’s leaders should possess diverse skill sets:

President. CEO. Influencer. Actor. Professional Wrestler. Part-time astronaut.

Exercise in futility

Stayed up too late again last night. I do work. Lots of it. I create systems and frameworks. I learned how to use AI as a tool. I'm documenting my life. Working towards deep alignment. Seeking clarity in my life and my work. A gift to myself. 

A gift to the world.

Assuming someone else finds value or inspiration to do the work I'm doing.

Then today. A question crept into my mind. On one hand, unwanted thoughts. On the other, a realization. Is my work anything more than an exercise in futility? A distraction born from being gravely concerned I'll never get a job? Searching. Applications. Preparation. Interviews. Sometimes multiple for the same role.  I still come home with nothing more than experience and an opportunity to re-calibrate and do something different because what I'm doing isn't working.

Sit with the doubt and the frustration while I look at my hard-earned and hard-fought goose egg.

Today I'm tired. 

Today I'm frustrated. 

And, today I'm afraid my career is ruined.

Get a life. Loser. 

Either that, or get in, sit down, shut up, and hang on.

 

Homer's Grill

Entering a giant warehouse stuffed with merchandise.  Behold!  The innovation featured front and center as I walked through the double doors.  Revolutionary technology in the outdoor cooking space.  A grill with a solid metal plate heating surface.   What’s a grill without a grated heating surface?  A rectangular frying pan with a lid for outdoor use only.

Why am I standing in Home Depot laughing at a frying pan pretending to be a grill while wondering what nerd is going to pay $1,499 for it?

Modern grilling comes with a premium price because innovation has finally made it to the backyard pastime. Let us not discount the unit on display showcasing state-of-the-art engineering and technical know-how to design what is essentially a cast metal plate with a Bluetooth timer. 

Forget the complexity of a bygone era with traditionally manufactured grids made from precision cut rods.

Only after a bean counter looks at the design demanding change to insure cheap cost and maximum profit. How thin the rods can be before they become flimsy and need replacement.  Determining the maximum space between rods before a premium, organic all-beef hotdog falls through the grate the grate.  While simultaneously requiring the cheap, skinny wieners filled with polymers, artificial flavorings, anuses and hooves to be placed horizontally on the grate.  Scientifically measuring and determining the limits of a naturally occurring scientific process known as protein denaturation coagulation process.  Using that knowledge to make cheap junk and boost profit.

My frying pan stopped working and now I need the outdoor version to amaze my friends and make them jealous.

Why does a new refrigerator connect to the internet and show recipes that I have in my cookbook?  At the same it has a motion detector to play Andrea Bocelli while I make linguine in the kitchen.  If I open the door twice it plays Ave Maria. Three times and it orders groceries. Four times and it sends my wife a text message informing her I'm eating leftover cheesecake at 11:37 PM while she’s on vacation. We're one software update away from me filing for divorce from my refrigerator on moral grounds.

Why have incandescent lightbulbs gone LED?

Why did they put a tablet in a car after removing the radio and hvac controls and burying the controls in layers of menus you gotta navigate while you’re watching TV and driving the car down a Texas toll road at 90mph?  If you’re fancy, the car drives itself and picks the jam.

And here I am in Home Depot wondering how making a hamburger for dinner got so complicated?

We've become so technologically advanced that my Pappy cooked better burgers with a lighter, forty-seven cents worth of charcoal and a lawn chair from K-Mart than I can with my Bluetooth enabled outdoor cooking ecosystem and an app on my phone.