A lot of people say to me, “Bob, I have this really annoying friend. Annoying, but not so bad that I want to kill him. Is there anything a passive-aggressive person like myself can do about this situation?”
My first instinct is to say, “My friend, you’ve come to the right place. Have you ever considered gifting them a puppy?
I don’t say that, however.
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After living five years on an island off the coast of Belize and two years in the magical Mexican city San Miguel de Allende, isolation is just another change that we hadn’t planned on.
Recently while commiserating with a friend who had squirted a tube of oil point on a wall while trying to open it, it occurred to me that accidents are art waiting for vision to give them purpose.
The corollary to that is: There are no accidents in art.
So, let’s substitute the word “life” for “art.” Continue reading
Musings, Magic, San Miguel and More 