Self-imposed Boundaries : 349/365

The world would be in shambles—shambles, I say!—without boundaries: the Mississippi River couldn’t delineate the East from the West, the 49th parallel north wouldn’t demarcate Canada from the…

Take the Stairs, Leave the Lemon Pound Cake : 348/365

The management has closed the main entrance to my building on campus, forcing my commute-via-foot to be rerouted through the hospital. From a Big Picture perspective, this isn’t…

Tomorrow Will Worry About Itself : 347/365

Everyone knows the meaning of “a watched pot never boils,” right? Well, I’ve repurposed the saying to fit my current situation: “a watched pipe never breaks!” Today marks…

Goonies Never Say Die : 346/365

They call themselves “The Goonies.” The secret caves. The old lighthouse. The lost map. The treacherous traps. The hidden treasure. And Sloth…Join the adventure. That’s one of the…

Jack Frost and the Cyclone Bomb Bunch : 345/365

When my wife and I were dating in college, I attended her weather lecture. Weird, I know; I was a visual arts major. It was an opportunity to…

What’s Your Word of the New Year? : 344/365

I love doing things with my kids, although, the actual thing of things can vary from one year to the next. When they were tiny humans, things included…

Men Who Wrestle Dinosaurs : 343/365

Mister Atwood, honestly I don’t know his actual real name, lives at the intersection of Atwood Street and Forbes Avenue, in front of the Rite Aid Pharmacy. The…

Promises We May or May Not Keep : 342/365

In direct contrast to yesterday’s literary installment, Promises We Must Keep, I offer the following words of wisdom regarding goals and objectives that may or may not be…

Promises We Must Keep : 341/365

As I stand in the driveway, the temperature can’t be more than—optimistically, let’s say—seven degrees at most right now. Chunks of snow fall from the neighbor’s oak tree,…

Cheers to Fruitful Failure : 340/365

It’s New Year’s Eve, again, and once more we have a fresh opportunity to fail, in the upcoming year. While that may seem wholly pessimistic, I assure you…

!Gracias=Amigos : 339/365

Isn’t it funny, possibly ironic, how prone humans are inclined to repetitive behavior? We shop at the same place, watch the same television shows, and even dine at…

Prayer Changes Things (but Not Always What You Expect) : 338/365

I am a man of faith, for the record, and I believe in another plane of unseen…spiritual…stuff. What that stuff is, exactly, I can’t always define in an…

Don’t Put All Your Energy Capsules in One Basket : 337/365

Last night we were invited to a friend’s home, and it was designated Family Movie Night. In all fairness, their home theater is the coolest place to watch…

In Search of Pittsburgh’s Best Record Shop : 336/365

I will spare you the suspense, as I know that you’ve been perched on the edge of your chair all year—I finally completed Bucket List Item #63: Visit…

More Than Migratory Mammalia : 335/365

Some daily stories begin as small ideas, snowballing through intensive edits and revisions, gradually evolving into massive personal reflections and meditations on the precise meaning of life, but…

The Wonder of a Christmas Unknown : 334/365

What would you give to experience the wonder of a Christmas unknown? Perhaps, that requires clarification: I’ll back it up five steps, for you… As a parent, you…

Visions of Sugar-plums : 333/365

I can think of no other day on the calendar when expectation and anticipation flow like a furious river through my home. And I’m sure it is the…

Finding Your Center of Gravity : 332/365

Dear children, there is something that I want you to remember when you are older: life is like riding a bicycle, and—to succeed to the best of your…

Blue Train to Bethlehem : 331/365

The weather is always cooperative for plastic baby Jesus, and the real-life Magi with accompanying farm animals—for some inexplicable reason, always registering in the mid-fifty temperature range. Once…

Escape from Academia : 330/365

Much like the day before summer vacation, I don’t plan on doing much of anything this morning, nor am I required, unless some major problem requires my problem-solving…

Do Not Open Until 1985 : 329/365

I’m washing my hands, and I’ve got time travel on my mind. I just finished a video game this week, Life is Strange, that has me pondering the…

Man of a Thousand Occupations : 328/365

If pressed, I’d say that my core personality consists of 7% seriousness and 93% sarcasm, with a heavy weight of exaggeration added into the mix. In fact, my…

The Girl Who Was Bored For Fifty-six Minutes : 327/365

From time to time, I remind myself that this entire introspective project would go much quicker, if I didn’t have to write a story each day. I could…

A House Seemingly Divided : 326/365

This particular weekend, our family calendar is completely full of events and obligations. Yesterday, we marveled at the big screen, cinematic universe of Star Wars; today, we are…

Sorry, This is Not ‘Your’ Star Wars : 325/365

With a viewing of Episode VIII fresh in my mind, I want to pen some poignant thoughts regarding the latest installment. For the official record, I loved the…

Yes, There Is an ‘I’ In Team : 324/365

It occurred to me that I’ve been writing several stories that circle around the topic of basketball, and—considering that they are all related to my two girls and…

Things I Learned From My Dog : 323/365

I push the power button on the television, grab the game controller from the charging cradle, and then quickly remember the mysterious Christmas fruit cake in the refrigerator….

Merry Whatchamacallit : 322/365

Today is the Winter Party for all employees—specifically, not Christmas Party. I’ve grabbed a cherry-flavored 7-Up, prepared my cold-cut sandwich on a delicious roll, secured my favorite piece…

31 Flavors of Christmas Concert : 321/365

Today is a Tuesday-twofer, and you will be receiving not the usual single scoop story, but a towering-double, served in a tasty sugar cone package. First I’d like…

Do You Remember When You Said “I Do?” : 320/365

Maintaining a house of five is a tough chore, and not one individual person does all of the work, nor should they—well, golly gee, I don’t live in…

Family Bonding, One Bucket of Chicken at a Time : 319/365

During a mental review of my topics-tackled-to-date, it is glaringly obvious to me—and I’m sure to you too, although you may be too polite to mention it—that I’ve…

Smells Like Teen Spirit Too : 318/365

Leaves from my neighbor’s massive oak tree have been flooding my yard since the last time I raked leaves. Some may remember the previous story, Smells Like Teen…

Mini Pigskins and Birthday Wishes : 317/365

I’m shopping for a birthday gift for my soon-to-be seven-year-old nephew. His dad, my brother, has suggested a mini football. My brother and I share a love for…

Nuttin’ but Net : 316/365

Exactly three days ago, I penned a story about overcoming obstacles, specifically related to my daughter’s basketball experience. The resolution of that story involved my daughter speaking to…

Turn Your Back to Fear : 315/365

It’s Wednesday again, and that warrants a healthy walk around campus today, on my lunch break. I always relish a long walk to nowhere in particular, with hopes…

52 is the New Number : 314/365

Attention, people: the new number is 52. No, it is not, I repeat, it is not 365. And it’s entirely possible that you may not even give a…

Overcoming Obstacles : 313/365

Here’s the good news in the world of basketball: the girl’s game was postponed by a half hour, and, subsequently, I was able to attend to watch my…

Angelic Violinist and Hip Hop Blues : 312/365

One of the best things, in the life of a dad, is to be constantly surprised by your children. I would almost qualify that statement by specifying Only…

Bushy Eyebrows Beyond Belief : 311/365

I’m a reasonably intelligent man, but there are questions that I simply do not know how to forge a proper reply, including: “which way does your part go?”,…

Anticipation of Something : 310/365

As I write this introductory paragraph, I haven’t locked down the title of today’s narrative. The reasoning is simple: like a blind man wandering in the forest, there’s…

Everything’s Better When Wetter : 309/365

I once heard a story that all nighttime scenes on a movie set were watered down with a heavy blast of water. The theory states that all the…

These Are Not the Spoons You’re Looking For : 308/365

The eighth movie in the series, Star Wars: The Last Jedi, is set to hit the theater in a little more than two weeks, and the excitement level…

Nostalgia Will Destroy You : 307/365

It’s exactly twelve o’clock, and I’m headed out my office door. Destination: specifically unknown, but technically Halfway Between Here and There, defined in further detail. Objective: produce story-telling…

How I Met Your Mother : 306/365

With a scheduled in-service day for the public school system, my son is spending his day with me, on my work from home day. I leave him to…

Fabled Shoes of Levitation : 305/365

My wife and I, accompanied by our two daughters, are on a mythical quest today. Our son elects to stay home at the Acropolis, deeming our quest as…

Fifty Before the Big Five O : 304/365

We have parked at the edge of the paved lot, front door of the restaurant within sight, as to not draw attention to our family on a Saturday…

Use Your Imagination, People : 303/365

“Mister F. wants to know if we would play D&D with them sometime,” my son said to me, referencing his best buddy—little Mister F.—who is the son of…

Films About Ghosts, Cranberry Sauce, and Kachow Kachow : 302/365

Family traditions are important, at least for my family—always have, and, hopefully, always will. Thanksgiving Day seems to be the designated kick-off to the Season of Traditions, continuing…

Fresh Story on a Clean Slate : 301/365

On my lunch break, I walk the acceptance letter to the HR building. Yes, the Human Resource process took three weeks to get my paperwork navigated through the…

Beauty of the Printed Word Paired with a Serving of Tomato Soup : 300/365

Young sir, please hand me that giant red pen. I magnificently cross #82 Catalog my personal book library, from my bucket list, with the enthusiasm of someone completing…

Icy Circle Within My Chambered Heart : 299/365

Like a thief, winter sneaks upon the unexpected. The cold, the darkness; both seasons for depression and general irritableness. Icicles have formed in my backyard overnight, hanging from…

Coppin’ the Past : 298/365

I am in the process of cataloging, organizing, and weeding my personal bookshelf. It’s a project that is waaaaaaay overdue, as my shelving system is out of control….

Blizzard of Oz : 297/365

For the second time this year, we find ourselves eating ice cream at King Cones Castle, enjoying treats. On top of the rare, twice-in-one-calendar-year occurrence it is not…

Undulation of Questionable Concrete : 296/365

Living within proximity to a major city provides opportunities for all kinds of cool activities, such as skating this concrete skatepark in South Park. If only I were…

Stranglehold of Professional Proportions : 295/365

Walking across a dormant grass field, I am out today looking for a geocache, my 536th find to be specific. From the cold ground, a weathered telephone pole…

Yet Another Tightened Grip : 294/365

It’s dark before I even get home from work; illuminated headlights and storefronts streak by from behind train windows, recessing back into the darkness at 40 miles per…

Ghost Rider in the City : 293/365

I’m headed in no particular direction. Crosswalk signals choose the path for me. Which will turn green first? The breeze is blistery cold, not quite January-cold, but still…

Shoes, Teeth, and Eyes Oh My : 292/365

I have a peculiar habit—maybe it’s just me, I don’t know—where I always notice a person’s shoes, teeth, and eyes. It does sound a little creepy now, when…

Christmas Comes This Time Each Year (or Sooner) : 291/365

Public Service Announcement: the “official” order of the holidays (based on the government-based calendar) is still Halloween, Thanksgiving, and then Christmas. Please note the specific order which, by…

Espresso Yo Self : 290/365

Today I am quenching a curiosity: how does one make their own latte or espresso-based beverage at home? I am embarking on yet another adventure in the hobby…

Phoenix Gonna Rise : 289/365

My wife and I have ordered soft drinks, we enjoy free chips and salsa, as I admire the sconce hanging on the wall. I attempt to photograph it…

An Inaudible Egotistical Cartilaginous Apex : 288/365

Wake up campers, rise and shine, it’s Spelling Bee Day! I’ve used one of my precious vacation days so that I can attend a regional competition for my…

Ain’t No Turbidity Gonna Break-a My Stride : 287/365

Run, do not walk—I repeat for dramatic effect—Run, do not walk to your local Aisle 13 and grab as many, as possible, cases and gallons of fresh drinking…

Golden Age of Distraction : 286/365

Abracadabra, Alla Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Alakazam, Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo, Hocus Pocus, Meeska Mooska, Presto Chango, Sim Sim Sala Bim, Shazam, Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious; I’ve got nothin’ up my sleeve; listen to my…

The Perils of Your Own Digital Disneyland : 285/365

This message will be wildly unpopular with kids, teens, adults, friends, spouses, former dog-walkers, grandparents, plumbers, commuters, librarians, postal workers, that guy who prepares your french fries at…

Five-letter Synonym for Responsibility : 284/365

Currently in my normal flow of my creative storytelling, with a mixture of everything-else-in-life, I’m seven days behind in my blog project. The photographs are captured and processed,…

Smells Like Teen Spirit : 283/365

“Hello, hello, hello, how low. Hello, hello, hello.” Cold, warm, cold, cold, warm—the weather has been following a weird pattern this Fall. I’m not exactly complaining, as I…

Language of Pom : 282/365

Quite honestly, I thought he was crazy: my father. As a kid, I can vaguely recall him photographing pomegranates—whole, halved, seeded or not, I can’t specifically recall and…

Relic of Light and Shadow : 281/365

Some objects, taken out of their daily context, can be beautifully alluring: the bulge of a wire basket, the stainless steel arm that pivots under pressure—conglomeration of circle…

The Road (More or Less) Traveled : 280/365

For the last few months, I’ve been dealing with some really big questions: “what is my current job?”, “what are the positive elements of my job?”, “what does…

Unscientific Philosophy of the Boogeyman : 279/365

Twelve minutes until Halloween! Dinner is nearly concluded, gooey grilled cheese hastily washed down with tomato soup, and my children scramble to find their costumes. Trick or Treating…

Charting a Course for Suspension of Disbelief : 278/365

There are two types of people in the world: those who do not play video games, and those who are huge fans of the format. If you find…

Twelve-foot Boo : 277/365

I am not, in any way, trying to keep up with the proverbial Jones’. I do not, in any way, feel obligated to participate in the Official Halloween…

A Stranger’s Things : 276/365

We all have vignettes of life, our own still life arrangements in our home—a pair of dirty socks under the chair, a half completed candied apple on the…

Mythology of Being Upside Down : 275/365

As a Netflix original series, Stranger Things is not exactly available to everyone, unless you subscribe to the online video service; however, my experience tells me that nearly…

Super Fat, Black Slim Devil : 274/365

In an attempt to complete my photography goals this year, I’m squeezing in opportunities—here and there when possible—to shoot with a variety of film cameras. The issue is…

Three-Quarter Reckoning of 91 Purple Thunderbirds (or Miles to Go Before I Sleep) : 273/365

Eagle Scout projects, hidden purple boxes in the forest, psychology of personal commitments, and the number 91—I’ve got much to cover today, hence the reason for my amazingly…

Old Dog, New Tricks, and Well-Worn (Semi-Lucky) Socks : 272/365

The well-worn idiom states that You Can’t Teach an Old Dog New Tricks—stating the impossibility of changing personal habits or the equal improbability of learning a new skill—but…

Raccoon Mario and the Magical Kingdom of Cross-stitching : 271/365

Welcome to the Magical Kingdom of Cross-stitching and List Crossing. I thought that I’d challenge myself this week to finally make a dent in my yearly bucket list,…

Future Generation of Female Chemical Engineers : 270/365

When playing the game Two Truths and a Lie, I prefer to lead with a gargantuan whopper such as 1) I’ve visited all 50 U.S. states, followed by…

Choose Something Else, Captain Obvious : 269/365

If it were up to me, adventurous outings would supersede shopping, nine Saturdays out of ten. That’s my obvious choice. Today was a perfect case in point: it…

Batman Beneath the Stars : 268/365

I’ve succumbed to the inevitable fact that I will not complete all of the items on my magical list of yearly goals, but I am still going to…

Business of Wish Fulfillment : 267/365

Lions and tigers and bears (polar bear, at least): oh, my! And with an epic drumroll solo, I cross #96 Go to Pittsburgh Zoo with my daughter from…

Do. Or Do Not. There Is No Try : 266/365

Today is another one of those days. You know the kind? Where you realize—or should I say RE-realize?—a specific truth in life. Yoda’s Truth: Do. Or do not….

Low-fi Kinda Sky : 265/365

Last night my daughter told me that it could snow overnight and, based on the mild October weather that we’ve been enjoying thus far, I naturally scoffed at…

Ways in Which We Learn : 264/365

Knowledge, or rather the acquisition thereof, is a funny beast, and the process looks differently for different people. Some people refuse to learn anything new, achieving a plateau…

Prettyboy Fenderman Plays Da Blues : 263/365

I never liked my name, Prettyboy Fenderman, but rarely does one select their own moniker. Similar to the state lottery, the process of acquiring a professional stage name…

Pumpkin Ripple with a Side of Blogoslaw : 262/365

Last night: children sleep-over at the grandparent’s house, and date night with my spouse. Today: afternoon of window shopping for random widgets, and ice cream date with my…

Rad Racing and BMX Bandits : 261/365

I’m not going to lie: I loved BMX. But hey, in the 1980s every teen boy was fascinated by the sport of bicycle racing. Considering that my bicycle…

Entrepreneurially Pleased to Meet You : 260/365

The rain is falling, the wind is blowing, and it really feels like Fall today. I’m wearing my favorite purple polo-like shirt, and despite my orange umbrella shelter,…

Superman Where Are You Now? : 259/365

By my lackluster mathematical skills, I have determined that I’ve successfully walked down this hallway approximately four million times in the last eighteen months on my commute to…

Victory Under the Roar of Twin Turbines : 258/365

Due to a required meeting at work, my Work From Home day was shuffled from Monday to Tuesday this week. Apparently attendance at a ninety-minute meeting was required…

Legend of the Green Man : 257/365

There are those who claim that the ghost of the Green Man actively haunts the tunnel of his moniker. I cannot say, either way, but I’m inclined to…

No Yesterday, No Tomorrow : 256/365

Today’s image is not just another pretty picture of a pulverized bird; it is another visual object lesson in the the most macabre subject matter of artists, poets,…

A Small Price to Pay : 255/365

He awoke with a jolt. He hardly remembered anything, and his mind kicked into high-gear. Rolling over, he could see that he was ejected out of a car…

Exclusive Swearing Club of Sherlock Holmes : 254/365

I couldn’t have been more than seven years of age when I joined the neighborhood Swear Club—albeit first, last, and only membership in such an organization. The admittance…

Hey, Where’s the Revolution? : 253/365

I always keep my eyes open, and my camera in my backpack. You can never be sure what you’ll find during the course of your day. Exhibit one:…

Johnny, You Patriot, Kick a Hole in the Sky : 252/365

I am probably one of the nation’s biggest fans, a true patriot at heart. I dare say that I bleed red, white, and blue, but I’m unwilling to…

457 Forbes Field : 251/365

Tucked among the sycamore trees, barely out of sight, lies a free-standing wall of brick and mortar. Bold white letters of “457 FT” and “436 FT” are painted…

The Journey of Dream Beings : 250/365

I awake to the brightness of day, my eyes filled with sleep, reluctant to open. As you silently wait for me to awake, your breath is warm and…