culture

Things That Don’t Work For Me

I have a love of 1800s literature. It’s not an exclusive source of study for me, but I genuinely enjoy reading H.G. Wells, Mary Shelley, Jules Verne and the like. I like even older things, like Alexander Dumas and Shakespeare. I like newer classic authors like Bradbury, Asimov, Tolkien and Heinlein. I like even newer …

growth

Benign Gurus

I know there’s worse people in the world than self-help gurus. The sitting administration of the United States of America, with its xenophobia and corruption, for example. And purportedly, self-help gurus are trying to help people live better lives. So as much as we’d like to label the worst of them con men and move …

writing

Posthumous Fame

What is it about dying that automatically confers fame on artists? John Kennedy Toole. Michelle McNamara. Edgar Allen Poe. Kafka. Thoreau. Vincent Van Gogh only sold one painting in his lifetime. Why are we waiting? Does death bring some kind of legitimacy? Would Kurt Cobain and Jimi Hendrix be as revered if they’d lived? Or …

business

Field Of Dreams Is Bullshit

I am a failed businessman. I hate to say it, but it’s true. I can visualize all the systems, all the theory, all the necessary behavioural needs to make real leaders and motivated, happy employees. I’ve fought those battles in big businesses and small, made the mistakes that I had to learn from and I …

presence

Presence, No Guru, Part 2

Now that I’ve excoriated Eckhart Tolle, I suppose I should flip the script and talk about the right way to do presence. For me, that began with Thomas Sterner. A few years ago, I was reading whatever self-help books I could find. I hit all the big names at the time that I could find. …

presence

Presence, No Guru, Part 1

There’s something about Eckhart Tolle I don’t like. I mean, yes, the concept of being in the here and now is a great one, but it’s hardly new. The kind of lifestyle Tolle promotes dates back at least to Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Thoreau, in the modern age of personal growth. I suppose it’s …

purpose

Purpose, Fiery, Frozen

I envy people who have a purpose that so consumes them that they are willing to burn their worlds down to achieve it. I’m a little afraid of them as well, to be honest. I feel, inside of me, a burning angst to get out and fulfill my dreams, but somehow, somewhere between the fire …