As Vegas approaches re-opening after just over two months of shutdown, I’m looking to temper my desire to win the argument and instead communicate. It’s harder than it looks.

As the COVID shutdowns are relaxing, the need for sleep and perspective is more pressing than ever

In a belated episode and following the death of a loved family member, I walk through my battle with grieving and the peculiar steps it takes to close the book on a tragic end.

This week, I dive into the aspects of discriminating between your “personal truth” and reality as well as taking a quick zoological view at the defense mechanisms of animals.

In a moment nostalgizing “essential jobs,” we take a look at a night janitor position held back in the dark ages of 1980 and a bit of philosophizing about the concepts re-conceptualizing our place in the coming economic downfall.

Avoiding the traps of disaster politic when it comes to art, embracing failure, and a few lessons on how to sell ideas from a training on window sales.

Working in a casino has plenty of potential to take advantage of the unwary. It also provides plenty of opportunities to be fucked even when you’re the manager. That plus a thinly veiled metaphor about dog shit.

On this aptly numbered episode, I share a few moments that involve the bizarre intersection of my former freelance work with that of the many prostitutes I encounter at the casino. Plus some updates on life in Pandemic.

Yes, it’s been a hiatus that borders on sabbatical or simply neglect but the podcast train is leaving the station again. Updates (brief) plus a couple of quick stories to get things rolling again. Pandemically motivated art is grand!

Apologies for the huge time gap in between episodes. Vegas has kept me busy and finding a slice of time to get back on the podcast has been a challenge. Here’s a few stories to tide you over…