Category: character

  • Rule #3: your vote is your vote

    We make a lot of group choices, from meal selection to park destination to Ninjago episode selection. Part of maintaining the general atmosphere of justice is the equal distribution of selection. A lot of team sentences begin with phrases like “last time we went to dinner after basketball The Elder picked the Village Inn, tonight […]

  • Vockell Rules #1: Protect the Team

    I have decided to become more deliberate in the specific development of character with The Fellas. We’ve each now got a moleskin book with our name and Vockell Rules on the front. Over time we’re going to write in the ideas and guidelines that define us as Vockells. We started with Rule #1, but we […]

  • And then behind him…

    I was church shopping in 2011 and was settling in on First Presbyterian in Burlingame under the pastoral care of Paul Watermulder. I have some conditioned bias for old-white-dude-pastors, probably because the handful of meaningful ministers I’d experienced from high school through New York came from a pretty standard mold that Paul fit perfectly (or […]

  • The Most Loving Place on Earth

    I’ve had the great fortune to be part of some magnificent congregations in my day. The Fifth Avenue Presbyterian under Tom Tewell in the late 90s, early 00s, and more recently with Paul Watermulder at First Presbyterian in Burlingame. The most moving series of sermons Paul delivered was part of our church’s evolution to become […]

  • The Hard Thing About Hard Things

    One Liner: the best teacher for the ass-whuppin’ of leading a startup is experience, and the second-best is this series of shared raw experiences with actionable guidance frameworks and few inspirational/insipid platitudes. Rockin’ book. This book is probably not interesting enough as a window into startup culture (read “The Social Network” for that), but along with […]

  • On Love

    On Love by Alain de Botton. I’m not totally sure how I came into possession of this book. It doesn’t seem the kind of book I would pick up, or be in a section of the book store I would frequent. Maybe my sister left it here on her last visit — was it hers […]

  • There Must be A Change

    I’m nine months into Arizona and it can not become any more than a weigh station of transition. I feel like I have given Phoenix a solid 80% chance to strike a personal chord, but there is no resonance. Maybe it’s me. It doesn’t matter. I must start my dig behind the Rita Hayworth poster […]