July 2013

This is my toilet. The flapper was broken. A visit from the plumber this weekend rocked my world. When Herman Bennett came to my door on Saturday, I instantly connected with his hippie Austin vibe. Herman is a singing, washboard-playing Jewish plumber with a degree in psychology. He has a long skinny braid that extends […]

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“I periodically throw a Molotov cocktail into my life.”  This was said to me last Friday in LA by “Grace,” the CEO of a transmedia company for whom I’m doing some consulting work. To reward ourselves for a grueling week of successful meetings and gridlocked traffic, we were soaking in Beverly Hot Springs, a Korean […]

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