Digital producing seems like a career fit for a younger candidate. Well, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but not for 47-year old Damu Bob who has been doing this for a while. Sports and Damu is what is a ball to a net. The human mind is inescapably fascinating (to me); he briefly followed his Dad's footsteps in the computer science career, he in Intel, his Dad in IBM. On the same body to a hand that's good in math and engineering, the other hand is good in picking up a sport, any sport, learning it, and masters it, no matter how many times he had fallen on his butt: his first love, born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, ice hockey, basketball, soccer, baseball, tennis, you name it, Damu can break into a conversation with you on it. Lapped by the individualistic, for a lack of a better word, itch to 'cover the news', his voice be heard, and giving a voice to those devoid of it, a single father of two boys, both well into their pubescence—that's a whole new life sport, Damu Bob is not an old dog. He's the Alpha.

Respectfully Dr. Pauline, or as the Tahitian locals (French Polynesia) would say, 'Taote' Pauline, which means 'doctor', 35-year old Pauline Fontaine has a PhD in Molecular Genetics. Simply put, if a cell is the building block of life, a cancer cell is the building block of death. She has taken the better days of her life, and still taking upon herself to do so, to find the end-all for cancer. The human mind is inescapably fascinating (to me), how when she was younger and has looked up to her father, the most kind man she's ever known, 'putting others before himself', has led her to this: no stone left unturned for an elusive cure to one of the most destructive diseases ever cursed onto mankind. I speak for everyone when I say the short and unpredictable lives of your loved ones quintessentially is all about 'buying more time'. That's the goal, that's the finish line, that's the big wave Pauline is waiting to ride.

PICTURE THIS: You're 20 years old, and the ding of the elevator signals you to go in. School just ended, and you just can't wait to go home. As you pressed the button for the doors to close, a hand blocks it, a boy's hand. He caught the elevator in time to ride with you. 10 years later, that same boy, now a man, has asked your hand in marriage. 37-year old Shukura Halliday-Shimura has held this man's hand all these years, what started in New York, followed him in Japan, and finally followed her back in Los Angeles. I'm floored by the sheer fortune of finding true love in an elevator. Five floors before he loses her interest and literally walks out of his life, I wonder what was his elevator pitch that pressed all her right buttons?

That’s the thing about older, attractive, gay men, they move on and don’t look back. The human mind is inescapably fascinating (to me), how a 22-year old Israeli heartthrob had loved a woman with all his heart; she the jet black-haired catalyst for his thriving by-appointment only hair salon in L’Ermitage Beverly Hills. Still, she and him, once kissing like the sand and sea of Gordon beach, have stayed friends twenty-two years later. 51-year old Pierce Brosnan supposedly cousin Alon Shalom tells us all, the first coupling with a man, and why ‘perfection’ is like getting a ‘perm’, it’s misleading because it’s never permanent at all.

Some women had the misfortune of getting ghosted at the altar on their wedding day. 36-year old Kelly Landry, who at 21, ‘fresh off the boat’ at LAX was stranded on what’s supposed to be her winning day. You don’t know heartbreak like she did. Three years later, she has become Nickelodeon’s funniest ‘Kristen Stewart’ babysitter vampire. To think, looking back, this writer-directress by profession once has shown fangs of talent when she was only 10, making movies in the basement of her childhood home, with her Dad’s rickety old camera. One line she had said that left marks on my flesh and soul is, 'Never create from ego.' Always ask yourself, 'Why am I truly creating?'

Just a small town boy, living in a lonely world. He took the midnight train, straight to Hollywood. 35-year old French actor Nico Robin couldn’t as possibly be remotely cringey of an actor as Scott Eastwood. But sure hell you look twice making sure it’s not him. Tell me, are actors born or made? That’s the (mis)fortune of Nico, he had thought ‘nepotism’ is a mental illness, like ‘autism’ or ‘aneurysm’. He couldn’t possibly be warmer.