3.31.25: Earthquake

There was an earthquake the other day and it totally tripped me out. One second everything was normal, and the next, my whole building was swaying like it was made of rubber. Pictures fell off the walls and shattered on the floor. Cooper bolted straight under the sofa and wouldn’t come out for hours. I just stood there, frozen, trying to figure out if I should run, hide, or just ride it out. It’s one thing to know earthquakes happen—but it’s a whole different thing to feel the ground move beneath you. Makes everything feel a little less solid.

3.30.25: Picky Eater

Cooper has officially entered his picky eater era. He used to be fine with dry food, but now? Won't even touch it. Wet food is the only thing on his menu—apparently, he’s got standards. I get it, though. If I had the choice between bland, crunchy pellets and something with actual flavor, I’d probably make the same call. But now I’ve got a little diva on my hands who turns his nose up at anything that doesn’t meet his new gourmet expectations. Guess I’m just here to serve the king his preferred cuisine. Dogs, man. They keep you humble.

3.29.25: I Like Graffiti

I’ve always admired graffiti. There's something captivating about turning dull walls into vibrant expressions of identity. Each tag or mural tells a story, a rebellion etched in bold colors and sharp lines, reshaping mundane spaces into living canvases. It's raw creativity at its finest, art born from risk and passion rather than galleries or critics. Graffiti artists break rules yet add soul to overlooked corners, making cities feel alive. For me, it's not vandalism—it's fearless storytelling, a powerful reminder that art thrives everywhere, not just where we're told to look. Graffiti's beauty lies precisely in its fearless authenticity.

3.28.25: Get Aligned

Dating is all about alignment. I’m not out here trying to force a connection that doesn’t fit. I can’t be out until 2 AM drinking on a “date” anymore—that’s not where I’m at. I need someone who’s on the same wavelength, who values the same things. It’s not about fun for the sake of fun; it’s about real connection, shared priorities, and actually enjoying each other’s company in a way that makes sense for both of us. If we’re not aligned on that, it’s just a waste of time. At this point, I know what I want—and what I don’t.

3.27.25: Successful or Satisfied?

I was asked the other day if I’d rather be successful or satisfied, and honestly, these kinds of questions are pretty dumb because they immediately put you in a box. But if I had to choose, I’d pick success. If I have a successful career, am a successful father, boyfriend, husband, or whatever, I assume satisfaction would naturally follow. That said, I don’t really like the word satisfied. It feels like settling, like you’ve reached a point and just stopped. There are much better feelings out there—fulfilled, excited, inspired—that go beyond just being satisfied. Why stop at "good enough"?

3.26.25: Go-To Shows

My go-to TV shows are Community and 30 Rock. The layered jokes, meta references, and sharp, clever writing never get old. I love how both shows reward you for paying close attention—there are jokes within jokes, callbacks, and little details you catch on rewatch. It’s that kind of humor that keeps things fresh no matter how many times I’ve seen them. Plus, the characters are ridiculous in the best way, and the shows aren’t afraid to poke fun at themselves. That combination of smart writing, quick wit, and self-awareness is exactly what I look for in a truly great comedy.

3.25.25: Bottle Episodes

I like bottle episodes in TV series. There’s something about focusing on a small, contained story that hits differently. One that comes to mind is Long, Long Time with Nick Offerman in The Last of Us. It’s his love story, completely separate from the main characters, and it’s beautifully done. I love when shows take a break from the overarching plot to dive deep into a single narrative—it feels more intimate, more personal. You get to sit with the characters, really feel their journey, and it often leaves a lasting impression. Sometimes, those standalone moments stick with me the most.

3.24.25: -ist Jobs

Today’s shoutout goes to people who have a job that ends in “ist.” Y’all are out here crushing it—ventriloquists bringing puppets to life, phlebotomists drawing blood like pros, mixologists crafting wild drinks, taxidermists making animals look alive again, and mycologists studying fungi (yes, seriously). The “ists” of the world keep things weird, wonderful, and moving forward in ways most of us don’t even think about. So here’s to you—the arsonists (well... maybe not you), numismatists, folklorists, oenologists, and all the other ists with fascinating, quirky jobs. You’re truly appreciated more than you probably hear. Keep doing your thing!

3.23.25: Indie Movies

I’m a big fan of Daniel Radcliffe and Robert Pattinson. They made a ton of money doing massive franchise films, and now they’re diving into super weird, really interesting indie movies—and I respect the hell out of that career move. They could’ve easily coasted on blockbuster roles forever, but instead, they chose projects that challenge them and showcase their full range. It’s genuinely cool seeing actors who aren’t afraid to take risks, even if it means confusing mainstream audiences. That kind of creative freedom, where you do things because they’re interesting rather than just profitable, is something I really admire deeply.

3.22.25: Words Matter

Words matter. The ones we use—or don’t use—have a huge impact on how our message is conveyed and, more importantly, how it’s perceived. A single word can change the tone of a conversation, shift someone’s perspective, or spark an entirely different reaction. It’s wild how something so simple can carry so much weight. Say the right thing, and you connect; say the wrong thing, and you risk being misunderstood. Even silence speaks volumes. I think about that a lot—how choosing words carefully isn’t just about sounding good, but about making sure what you mean is what people actually hear.

3.21.25: Schrödinger’s cat

I talked to a girl the other day about Schrödinger’s cat and how he laid the foundation for quantum mechanics and physics, and she looked at me like I was an idiot. “How is that grounded in reality or useful to getting to know each other?” she asked. I get it—not everyone’s into theoretical concepts—but to me, conversations like that are fun. They show curiosity and a willingness to explore ideas beyond small talk. It’s not just about physics—it’s about thinking differently, playing with abstract ideas, and seeing how someone’s mind works. That’s way more interesting than surface-level chatter.

3.20.25: Think More

I don’t understand people who can’t dive into a made-up hypothetical situation with me. Like, if I’m talking to a girl and say, “Damn, dinner on the first date, we’re moving fast—what now, should we buy a house together? Do you want a pool or not?” and she just looks at me with a blank stare, I instantly know she’s not for me. I want someone who gets that it’s a joke and can play along. Banter, quick wit, and running with playful scenarios—it’s genuinely fun and keeps things light. If you can’t joke around, what’s the point anyway?

3.19.25: I Can’t Sing

I used to think being a good dancer would be so cool. There’s something about moving effortlessly to music that always seemed impressive. But now, I realize singing is so much more valuable. A good voice can connect people instantly—at a party, around a campfire, or just singing along to a favorite song. It’s personal and emotional in a way dancing isn’t always. Plus, singing doesn’t need a dance floor or an audience; you can do it anywhere. There’s a kind of timelessness to it that I’ve grown to appreciate way more than just having cool dance moves.

3.18.25: Less Polite People

People are less polite than they used to be. Maybe it was COVID, or maybe it's the fact that we now predominantly communicate behind screens, but basic courtesy feels like it’s fading. People interrupt more, ignore messages, or skip simple things like saying “please” or “thank you.” It’s like the human element is slipping away. Sure, life’s hectic and everyone’s dealing with something—but kindness doesn’t cost anything. Holding a door, acknowledging someone, or just being considerate can make a difference. I miss when politeness wasn’t rare. Feels like we could all use a reminder to slow down and be decent.

3.17.25: Pollution in CM

Pollution is back in Chiang Mai. It’s official—smoky season has arrived. The mountains? Gone. The air? Feels like breathing through a campfire. Every year, I tell myself I’ll escape before it gets bad, yet here I am, watching my air purifier struggle for its life. Outdoor plans? Canceled. Windows? Sealed. It’s that time of year when the city feels like a dystopian movie set, and everyone debates whether to tough it out or flee to the beach. Classic Chiang Mai. Guess it’s time to stock up on masks, check AQI obsessively, and pretend this isn’t my fault for staying.

3.16.25: Hearing vs. Listening

I’ve long debated the differences between hearing and listening, and here’s my take. Hearing is passive—it just happens. You hear traffic outside, music playing, or someone talking in the background without really processing it. Listening, though, is intentional. It’s about focus, understanding, and absorbing what’s being said beyond just the words. It’s making eye contact, reading tone, catching the things left unsaid. I think people underestimate how rare true listening is. We’re so quick to respond or drift off. But when someone really listens? You feel it. And honestly, that kind of attention is a game-changer in any relationship.

3.15.25: Ambition

Ambition matters to me. I’ve always known it’s important in my own life, but I’m starting to realize it’s something I truly value in a partner too. It’s not just about chasing big goals or constant hustle—it’s about having drive, curiosity, and a desire to grow and improve. I admire people who push themselves, who aren’t content with just coasting. That kind of mindset is inspiring, and I’ve found it brings out the best in me. Sharing that energy with someone feels absolutely essential. It’s about moving forward together, both striving for something more—whatever that looks like for each of us.

3.14.25: Where Oh Where?

I tore through my condo, frustration mounting. Keys. Always the keys. Couch cushions flipped, jacket pockets checked twice. Nothing. I sat on the floor, utterly defeated, retracing my steps. Coffee shop? Grocery store? Nowhere. I sighed, reaching for my backpack—and there they were, glinting at me from the mesh side pocket I never use. Sweet relief washed over me, mixed with annoyance at myself. I chuckled, shaking my head. “Of course.” Sliding them into my pocket, I stood, finally ready to leave. As I opened the door, I paused. Wallet? Panic flickered—then I spotted it... on the kitchen counter. Typical.

3.13.25: Skilled Workers

I have a lot of respect for people who are genuinely good at what they do. It doesn’t matter if it’s something complex like performing surgery or something people overlook, like cleaning. There’s something admirable about someone who takes pride in their work and finds ways to improve, no matter the job. I absolutely love seeing someone who’s mastered their craft—like a janitor who’s figured out the most efficient way to clean or a barista who can make a perfect latte every single time. Skill, dedication, and genuine care stand out in any profession, and that’s something I really appreciate.

3.12.25: Cutting My Nails

I don’t like cutting my nails—fingers or toes. It freaks me out. Something about the clipping, the pressure, the possibility of cutting too close just makes my skin crawl. So, I outsourced it. Every two weeks or so, I get a manicure and pedicure. Yeah, it’s an added cost, but honestly? Totally worth it. Not only do I avoid the stress, but my nails actually look good now. Plus, it’s a nice little break—just sitting there, letting someone else handle it. Sometimes self-care isn’t about what you enjoy doing, but what you’d rather not do yourself, ever again.