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…

In a Matter of Two Months : 249/365

Is it just me or did this summer come and go faster than usual? Today is the first day of October and I am working on the yard,…

In Search of Chartiers Sea Monsters : 248/365

Between fuzzy scan lines on my giant-box television set, I would hypnotically watch episodes of In Search Of…. Hosted by Leonard Nimoy, the show explored mysteries of the…

Choose Your Own Adventure : 247/365

“Hey, let’s go adventuring!”, I say to my son, and he enthusiastically agrees. I have an old tunnel in mind, ripe for exploration. The abandoned portal was buried…

History of Bone and Blood : 246/365

Noobie parents be forewarned: don’t blink because time flies by “just like that”—you couldn’t see my hands when I said that, but I made a really cool double…

Shadows and Tall Trees : 245/365

Shadows lengthen, mornings more crisp, leaves release their grip from wooden skeletons—evidence of seasons passed and seasons to come. Soon the deep cold will arrive, frosted ghosts upon…

Becoming the Great Bazunka : 244/365

From the source of rivers three, under winter’s frosted moon, a hero of 73 will change the game, for the tale of Great Bazunka will ring true. From…

We Are Family : 243/365

Joining my two daughters and their entire soccer team, I am watching the Pittsburgh Pirates challenge the St. Louis Cardinals on our home turf, the amazing field of…

Welcome to Your Life (It’s the End of the World as We Know It) : 242/365

“So do you feel that you’ve adequately prepared for your race?”, she asks with a heavy dose of sarcasm. For the Nth time, my wife is trying to…

Legacy of a Heroic Italian Plumber : 241/365

First, before I get to today’s narrative, let’s get to the business portion of my project: check item #64 Complete a video game from start to finish from…

Agonizing Death by Hornet Sting : 240/365

Fierce Eagles Submit to Agonizing Death by Hornet Sting Hillcrest Eagles were demolished by the Washington Hornets in a final score of 7-0. Under a blazing sun uncharacteristic…

What a Wonderful World : 239/365

It’s noon. I’m standing in Schenley Plaza, outside of a restaurant, waiting for my lunch meeting. His absence is noticeable, so I check my phone. And he has…

A Fisherman’s Tale : 238/365

Not too many people are born with rod and tackle in their hands, an innate ability to read a stream, or a piercing curiosity of the contents of…

Fred’s Dead, Baby : 237/365

In my quest to be the best husband possible, I have once again visited my wife’s workplace to help her with various tasks. While I wait for her…

Theory of Adjacency : 236/365

We interrupt this creative portfolio for a visit to my favorite science lab, also known as my wife’s classroom. In the spirit of science, that reminds me of…

Hosta La Vista, Summer : 235/365

Yes, I know—it’s supposed to be hasta la vista. But I like the play on words, despite its Spanish inaccuracies. Just a quick look around my yard, and…

Hipflarical, Just Like Her Momma : 234/365

You know me, right? I’m a straight-shooter. Honest to the core. 100% true legit, just can’t quit. So when I tell you that my two daughters are probably…

A Guide to Familiar American Insects : 233/365

Insects: A Guide to Familiar American Insects, printed in 1956, is a pocket-sized paperback book full of practical natural knowledge—if you’re into bugs, creepy crawlers, and other mysterious…

I Fish, Therefore I Am : 232/365

In 1637, RenĂ© Descartes penned the following philosophical proposition: “I think, therefore I am”. He presented this as a rational for justifying his own self-existence, but I think…

Fate, Faith, Free Will, and Other Words that Begin with F : 231/365

Words that start with the letter ef (aka “F”) make me a bit jittery, at times. There’s the obvious entry in the Dictionary of Vulgarity, that I hear…

Modus Operandi : 230/365

In pitch blackness, my bedside radio broadcasts the center of a song—audible snippets squashed immediately—only to return ten minutes later, ten minutes later, ten minutes later. All that…

We Will (Most Likely) Never Forget : 229/365

There are few dramatic moments in life when you can recall your exact location in the world, and dial in the specific emotion that you felt. I am…

Friendships Are the Measure of a Man’s Worth : 228/365

The only way my friend could have been more surprised is if we all hid in a closet, jumped out in excited, and screamed “SURPRISE, Happy Birthday Scott!”…

Queen of Thirteen : 227/365

On this very day, so many years ago that I barely remember it clearly—in a desolate and abandoned hospital wing under crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning…

Seedlings of Change : 226/365

Today is filled with thoughts of change, fueled with the courage to pursue such alterations of life. As I drive from downtown, I notice my canvas satchel on…

Men Are Like Waffles, Women Are Like Spaghetti : 225/365

The greatest mystery of the Universe can be simplified, and understood by the common person with this declaration: men are like waffles, women are like spaghetti. You, dear…

Chai Ninjas and Memories of Nana : 224/365

There are portions of my personal history that are partitioned, walled-off like drywall sealing an ancient fireplace or doorway that’s designated as obsolete. My Nana, and the related…

Peculiar People of Public Transportation : 223/365

With seventeen months of public transportation on my commuter resume—and countless hours of humanoid observation—I am a self-proclaimed expert in the peculiarity of people. Prior to the initialization…

To Whom It May or May Not Concern : 222/365

Project 365 is a compilation of photographs, narratives, and wisdom-nuggets over the span of one year. The daily letters contained within this project may or may not be…