Our Fear of Being Painfully ‘Average’


I know what some of you are thinking; “Why give a shit what a LA based rapper has to say?” Only because Earl is voicing a very real collective concern larger than himself within this generation, that’s why.

We are too afraid of being ‘average’, even successful hip hop artists like him apparently.

You’re in your underwear eating a bowl of cereal when you find out science is getting closer to synthetically creating entire genomes, to realizing that one product making plastic wrap actually usable is something you could have thought of years ago. (Seriously though, plastic wrap makes me feel insignificant every time I try and use it.)

These thoughts rush into our minds and we sometimes can feel left out. Searching for understanding, we naturally gravitate towards one another. Be easily influenced, not easily persuaded; hysteria is dangerous.

Remember no one is an absolute authority on deciding if anything is worth spending our limited moments on. We build this world up to tear it down together as one.

There’s something humbling about being able to tap into people’s worldly contributions at the expense of just a few thumb scrolls. We have a privilege of not just discovering who we are, but also who we are most alike.

Someone out in the world will be better than you at literally everything you think you are good at, and that’s okay.

Realize that everyones’ actions are just precursors to anothers’ observations leading to potentially large and impactful decisions. Genetically, you are at the least about 1/50th away from being Earl, along with anyone else.

What’s considered “sub-par” by many can move masses, hell just think of western foreign diplomacy!

Don’t be complacent, stay hungry, be the best at who you are, and what you potentially are capable of will come after. Appreciate the act of creation itself, not its inherent value over anything else.

The only thing that matters is that you are doing it.



I write these blog posts because I want to share information or insights that require more than 140 characters, and the full appreciation most of my Facebook friends list really don’t care to understand in a status.

Recently, I’ve had a decent surge of subscribers and I just wanted to thank all of you. I’m not writing this to post on my Facebook or Twitter feed, because it’s not about them; I’m writing this specifically for you.

Cheers to the amount of permission needed for today’s digital information exchange. It may have seemed insignificant to subscribe, but the Word document I’m typing right now will manifest itself directly to your inbox and that’s just awesome.  I might be distracting you from laundry or even fucking driving for Christ’s sake; but you’re experiencing what I am at just different points in time.

Thank you for your permission to communicate, thank you for the ever wonderful compliment of potentially being relevant to your life.

One Simple Tip to Live Happier:

Take these lifestyle lists posted on social media with a grain of salt, they don’t know you.

When in doubt, talk with friends or family. People who genuinely want to have you a part of their life will provide much better guidence.

Your digital frustrations mean nothing but a page view in their relevant-to-everyone life advice.

They’ll most likely publish an article countering their previous tips six months down the line anyways.

The Future to Your Social Interaction


Remember when Myspace was big?

Everyone scoffed at Facebook, it didn’t have the coolest people on it, music was harder to find, forget about it. Yet Facebook had the simple features most people were looking for, to easily stay connected with who you actually cared about; not some Myspace “models”.

Now one of the largest influences on digital culture ever created, Facebook has hit turbulent waters. While trying to stay relevant for dear life, Facebook’s recent purchase of virtual reality company, Oculus has left most people with some strange vibes.

Just like Google Glass and augmented reality, anyone could have speculated social media inviting its way in, but things get a little more interesting when they’re now the largest influence on the progression of virtual reality technology.

Facebook did not just buy a company creating the first commercial virtual reality headsets. They did not acquire Oculus for the “gaming potential” so many are worried about; they happily shelled out $2 billion dollars to pioneer the first stepping stone to the future of social interaction.

Imagine a Seven World Wonders simulation, massive multiplayer games pitting each character in the center of insanely immersive warfare, to casual virtual chat rooms where more and more real life relationships will foster.

John Carmack, veteran game developer and CTO of Oculus probably does not give a shit about the developers “feelings” he gave open source access to about the acquisition; he most likely has more talented working for him down the hall. He wants to change the world, and Mark Zuckerberg most convincingly can promise that.

As stated in my previous post, “F*** Your Top 40” everyone would rather choose the option to help mold the masses in their image.

This doesn’t end with Facebook or Oculus of course; virtual reality like any product will reinvent itself in someone else’s hands. They just simply want to set the tempo for what’s to come.

Square Dancing in a Blizzard


It’s late March in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan as in one night, 7 inches of snow fell; topping the left over slush.

I usually never enjoy going there, but this past week I saw family I haven’t been around in years. My sister and her boyfriend are remodeling their house all by themselves through recycled material, and my nephew will soon be taller than me.

My niece Destiny, 11 years old was blaring country music. Her face lit up at the sound of this particular male artist whom she called “beautiful”.

In confidence, she joyfully expresses herself through dance on max volume in a house full of people she knows are less than enthusiastic about the genre (including myself). Call it youthful ignorance, ADHD, whatever.

I was witnessing pure unadulterated early-life passion; what’s bogged down easily by inevitable naysayers, people we have to grow up and learn to avoid. This isn’t about them though, which in some case we’re all guilty of. Instead, I’m talking to the other part of all of us, the honest, curious, and sometimes wonderfully naïve side.

Identifying yourself with all of your surroundings at all times will kill you; appreciating the potential connections through what Earth has for us yields much more interesting results.

My whole life I’ve been saying country music is awful. While of course I still don’t particularly enjoy it, nothing else has made me square dance in the living room with my niece during a blizzard; and just for that I guess its existence is worthwhile to me.

All I Had to do Was be Honest With You?

Crazy concept? I never thought that would be a realization I would have during my time with you all but:

Long drives meant being in backseats staring upwards listening to Casey Kasem.
When I was ten years old I asked for an Easy Bake Oven, and got one.

It’s not that I was lying to you before, I just without knowing better wasn’t telling you the story I originally should have.

Sometimes I wished I was passionate about sharing my opinion on product box designs, or the newest technique for emailing campaigns to be interesting to anyone at all.

But instead of focusing on encompassing entire digital habits and trying to put it into a box; I’ve connected with others on a more personal and narrative approach.

Web Culture is finding common ground with how people are creating, living, and feeling within the digital climate we are actively generating. You are not alone with those thoughts hardly anyone else wants to express.

Thanks so much for reading thus far. Like you, I’m just trying to sift through all the noise.

What Are You Doing With This Site?

— He asked in a genuinely curious tone after running into him Friday night.

I hardly ever talked to this guy in high school. Laughing it off to him I explained: “I want to try and become a writer, but who knows right?”

Extending his hand out to me in acceptance, his friends as inebriated as us looked confused.

Asking how his collegiate football career was going; He looked at me, and with disappointed body language dismissed the question looking towards the ground. I can’t for the life of me remember what he mumbled. It was doubt though, his own mind confronting what he had been good at his entire life. Where it was coming from was irrelevant, the honesty speaking louder than circumstance.

His group started to leave, I wished him luck sharing a silent notion of mutual understanding and parting ways.

We could spend multiple lifetimes we probably don’t have molding ourselves into exactly who we want to be, or try and be happy doing whatever we want and/or can at the time. The moments in life reminding us no one else in the world has more answers than the next person are powerful, and grounding.

I hope he’s reading this post and remembers to keep being that honest with himself and others; life will reward those who aspire past the doubt.