The Recipe for Success
Ingredients:
- Failure
- Heartache
- Criticism
- Self-loathing
- Alienation
- Loneliness
- Blood
- Sweat
- Tears
Instructions:
You must suck and suck and suck and suck, until you don’t suck anymore.
(Adapted from friend Joe Kyle Jr.)
Given the choice between two theories, always opt for the funnier one.
My working list of absurdities for those who are attention-span challenged.
The Recipe for Success
Ingredients:
Instructions:
You must suck and suck and suck and suck, until you don’t suck anymore.
(Adapted from friend Joe Kyle Jr.)
It’s no surprise that people are reportedly unhappy in marriage. After a day that’s been sold to us as the “happiest day of one’s life,” where can you really go from there?
Saying that unfettered competition is the best thing for society’s progress is like saying bulimia is the best way to lose weight. It might work superficially, but it’s unhealthy and tends to rot from the inside over time.
It’s New Year’s Eve.
My resolution: Make sure to keep a steady rotation of vices in 2015 to give each organ ample recovery time.
Although people generally take care of their cars, the same advice doesn’t seem to apply to the body. They don’t drive 110 mph, slam on the brakes, and do e-brake turns. That sort of “endurance training” ruins the vehicle. But for a person, you know what that series of grueling maneuvers is called? A triathlon.
You can judge the relative prosperity of a city by the length of the lines for artisan coffee.
People have always told me to follow my heart, but my head gives better advice. If I followed my heart, I’d be a fat stoner living on the beach in a house full of puppies.
I’m really embracing the “rags” era of my “rags to riches” journey.
The perfect accessory for a job interview? A yarmulke.