Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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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 […]
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I wrapped up the biggest black guy in cellophane today
Great Days: Her name was Janey and she had her Masters in secondary education from NYU. She was carrying a lot of school debt, so to make extra money on the side she was a dominatrix. I met her on some online dating service and she responded because she said I was one of the […]
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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 […]
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A Conflict in Evanston
Great Days: it was the Wednesday before graduation and my parents and sister were in town to witness the miracle of the awarding of my diploma. NU graduation has two parts — Friday with your college to receive your diploma and Saturday with the University to get inspired by some famous speaker. That night at […]
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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 […]
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D for Never Dirty, MC for Mostly Clean
Great Days. It was the summer of 1987. Sweet talk to the girl behind the counter at the record store had a 6’x4′ black & white Licensed to Ill poster on my dorm wall . Paul and I were the straight-from-central-casting examples of white-suburban males drawn to the siren song of urban hip hop, and we were […]
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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 […]
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