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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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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….

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Stand By Me : 216/365

I would be hard-pressed to find an adult who hasn’t watched the movie Stand By Me (1986), which was based on a novella by Stephen King. It’s a…

Presenting a Pair : 215/365

I have a list of desirable diversions longer than the length of my arm, including getting out to a proper fishing location, finally, after a few months of…

Kick-start of the Heart, Revival of Seventy-three : 214/365

Sometimes your heart stops—metaphorically—by the course of action that you choose in life. Resentment, bitterness stored up. Sometimes you—and when I say you, I also include myself—need to…

National Dog Day : 213/365

There are two types of people in the world: those who love dogs, and everyone else. And, above all else, I don’t trust anyone who is emotionally parked…

Mythos of the Drive-in Theater Experience : 212/365

Tonight we ventured to the local drive-in—crossing #49 Go to the drive-in from my yearly bucket list as you read this now—located near the airport in Moon Township….

Marriage is Like a S’more : 211/365

With twenty-three years on my relationship resume, here is my latest revelation on the institution of marriage: Marriage is like a S’more, or at least it should be,…

Art of Coffee Shop Conversation : 210/365

It’s 7:30am on a Thursday, and that means it is coffee shop day, at least for the next twenty minutes before I venture to my office at the…

Miniature Automobile #722 : 206/365

My dad has always been a slot car enthusiast—he told me that he was just twelve years old when first exposed to the hobby—so when I was planning…

Inevitable Deliciousness of Diana’s Egg Rolls : 205/365

As you may or may not know already, there are three absolute truths in life: death, taxes, and the inevitable deliciousness of Diana’s egg rolls. My father is…

Film is Not Dead : 204/365

“Can you still get film for that thing?”, is a phrase, heavily stressing the word STILL, that I am accustomed to hearing. The question is preceded by Mister…

Somewhere We Have Never Been : 202/365

I usually cover the same walking route: one street down, and over, and back. Just one block more, my mantra for today’s lunch stroll across Oakland. My goal…

Legend of the Reluctant Assassin : 201/365

He’s always climbing, scaling, or jumping from something. Somehow, over the last few years, this thing of parkour has become his thing. So, as the summer begins to…

Desert Island Mixtape : 199/365

From the dusty closet, dusty relics are now strewn across my family room. My wife is determined to reduce the amount of junk and clutter from our home,…

Exceeding Your Grasp : 198/365

All creative endeavors will be paused for a magnificent event tonight: Date Night! The kids are at a sleepover with the grandparents, and—if only for 18 hours—there will…

For Love of Beetle : 196/365

The lovely metallic blue car is parked in the same location, again, and luckily I have my camera with me on this outing around the neighborhood. The For…

Happy Birthday, Cupcakes : 195/365

She is texting me at work, suggesting that I call her favorite bakery and order her favorite cupcakes: chocolate batter with vanilla buttercream icing. From my concrete office…

D is for Diptych and Deer : 189/365

Jerked deer are delicious; live deer are a nuisance. It’s not like I’m keeping them as pets or feeding them table scraps or anything, but as a byproduct…

ABCs of Raising Girls : 187/365

If you had to write something, anything, everyday could you do it? Would you be smacked in the head with a realization that you are possibly one of…

Deus ex Machina : 186/365

No space for creativity today, we have a full day planned already: church service, lunch with the in-laws, staining the backyard deck until evening, shower, kid to teen…

Harry Potter and the Haunting Hells Hollow : 185/365

Part 1 All five of us have made our own wand, in preparation for today’s outing to the Harry Potter Festival in Volant, PA. No one in my…

Salad Bars are the Currency of Physical Labor : 183/365

Six-thirty in the morning, and I’ve set out on my daily commute to town. I hadn’t peered into the backyard before leaving, but it’s a safe assumption that…

One Summer, Per Person, Per Year : 182/365

The curtains will soon be drawn; the shades of fun lowered on June, July, and August; a conclusion to your summertime. In one month, my children will be…

Grass Cutting, Work Ethics, and Other Tales from Fatherhood : 180/365

It’s 9:30pm and I’m standing in my backyard, camera perched upon a tripod, and I’m taking photographs of my house. In hopes that the neighbor doesn’t think that…

Sunday Evening Predators : 172/365

The people are coming, the people will be here soon. I’m referring to scheduled family visitors in a few weeks, as well as a backyard cook-out that I’ve…

A Life Unlived : 171/365

I am an expert at living my current life of predictability, complacency, and mind-numbing routine. As a matter of fact, I excel at living a bare-bones, normal, and…

Musings of a Roadtrippin’ Family : 170/365

While the ink is still wet, and with a completed cross-country trip on our family resume, I feel qualified to offer advice to those who may find the…

What the Effigy? : 169/365

I have always wanted to visit Serpent Mound in central Ohio, but from my house I would be looking at a conservative five-hour, one-way excursion. And that’s why…

Yeah, but is it the Largest? : 168/365

In America we love our things big, bigger, and biggest. Having been born and raised in this fantastic country, I still don’t know the reason for our attraction…

Death, Deserts, and the Brutal Beauty Thereof : 163/365

The van is packed, and today is the last that we will see of my brother and his family. Off to a late start (again), but we finally…

Where the Ocean Meets the Land : 162/365

Big plans for today, clapping hands accompany a maniacal low-level chuckle! We are planning to visit the Pacific Ocean, with plenty of time to explore the beach and…

Walking the Fence : 160/365

The time is 6:15am and the morning is young. My brother and I have gotten up early for our scheduled walk around his neighborhood. I have no idea…

P.S. Bodie, I Heart You : 158/365

Per today’s blog post, we do not find ourselves in the ghost town of Bodie—despite the selected image for today—but more on that later. The cause for a…

Wow is the Word of the Day : 153/365

Forget about Mt. Evans, at least that’s the consensus among our family members when we put it to a vote over spaghetti dinner in Denver. Our original intention…

Infinity Sky with Lasagna and Cows on the Side : 152/365

Yesterday was a very long day with the combined Arch and City Museum experiences, but we had to continue our journey before bedtime. After four hours of driving…

Gateway to Fun : 151/365

St. Louis is known as the Gateway to the West, but I think they got it all wrong. For our family, it will be known henceforth as the…

Superstars, Swimming Pools, and Shadows of Semis : 150/365

Today was competition day for my daughters in Indianapolis, IN, and the primary impetus for this road trip out West. Dedicated readers (both of you) may recall story…

The Mexican Outlaws of Rain : 149/365

If today was the worst of our rain on this road trip, I’d be fine with it. Conversely, if the wild torrent, that we drove through to get…

Travels with Cali : 148/365

Today’s workday is a mere formality. Sure, I will be doing the work that’s assigned to me, but in my mind I’m already going to California. The dwindling…

All-American Hat : 146/365

The baseball hat is as American as apple pie. I have opted for this particular fashion accessory, for as long as I can remember. From a practical standpoint,…

Refrigerator Poetry : 145/365

girl a top an over head white light, but she did say & play about. some say what may behind mad lust like a knife. forest less milk…

Chasing the Ghost Train : 142/365

Blocked by a chain-linked fence and numerous warning signs, I stood on this same spot five years ago—the precipice of a fragile, wooden trestle that spanned a road,…

Mister Dee and Me : 141/365

I’ll stop you right there, yes I know that it is improper grammar. It should be mister dee and I, but that doesn’t have the same cool alliteration…

That’s Just What Clouds Do : 140/365

Today was the last day of my son’s high school, at least for his Freshman year. I can’t believe we survived! After picking him up from a birthday…

Silent Lucidity : 139/365

Beetles and moths silently swarm halogen islands. I blindly swat in the night. There is a distinct lack of recognizable sound in the summer night air. An outbound…

A is for Achievement : 137/365

Last night concluded the NHL hockey season as my hometown team, Pittsburgh Penguins, defeated the Nashville Predators in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup finals. It was a…

Taming the Spoon : 136/365

This scene is set in a distant suburb, summer night warm and clear, the neighborhood is alive with graduation parties and pool splashing and the ruckus of youth,…

Gaining New Perspective : 135/365

I have been wearing glasses since I was ten years old—possibly younger, I really don’t remember—so I’m pretty experienced in getting my eyes checked. Read letters from the…

When We Were Young : 131.75/365

You look like a movie / You sound like a song / My God, this reminds me / Of when we were young / Let me photograph you…

Double Ones : 129/365

From where I stand, I see an amazing girl who is celebrating her Double Ones birthday today: garage sales galore, fishing at the lake, pizza and salad bar,…

Bookmarks of a Wandering, Wondering Mind : 126/365

Welcome to my brain-o-sphere where the concept of boredom rarely registers as a legitimate vocabulary word. Some people that I know do not have any distinct interests, beside…

Hall of the Mountain King : 125/365

I am standing in a long, descending corridor of Loyalhanna Limestone that continues to reach downward into the depths of the earth. Rusty and dusty antique candelabra radiate…

Daring to Die and Other Philosophies of Death over Hot Dogs : 124/365

Today is Memorial Day—a holiday dedicated to remembering those who died in armed service to our country—and my greatest concern resides in not burning the grilled hot dogs…

Death Before Decaf : 122/365

I blame it on the redhead—I never loved coffee before working at Wendy’s. Seems like an odd statement, but I guess we all have a crossroad in life…

I Walk Alone : 121/365

As long as I can remember, I have enjoyed walking in the woods alone. Difficult for some socially dependent people to understand, it’s not a question of overflowing…

No Auto-everything-option : 120/365

Push a button and you are instantly a photographer, right? Well, unfortunately, there is a large population of people who think that is true. I hold a different…

Never Have Too Many Pleases : 119/365

“I’m going for a walk to get some iced coffee,” said I. “Will you get me one?” said my boss. He appended the question as he handed me…

room 237 : 118/365

I am going out on a limb here, but I think The Shining is the scariest film ever created. You’ve got great ingredients for horror: Jack Nicholson, those…

Lassoing Light : 117/365

Thinking of daily stories is a timely and mentally exhaustive process—sometimes I just need a break from the narrative. Most great stories (when inspiration does strike) just seem…

Not Enough Time (For You) : 116/365

Time is a touchy topic for most people. We either have too much or not enough of it, at least that’s our perception. Perhaps we don’t know what…

Where the Wild Things Are : 115/365

Today we ventured to where the wild things are: that is, the Washington Wild Things. The full-sun day proved to be a delightful backdrop for the planned activities…

Until They Tag Your Toe : 113.5/365

This post belongs to yesterday in a roundabout kind of way, but presented today. Although, it really can’t be backdated (Day 113) or postmarked today (Day 114) or…