A discussion of California’s failed Proposition 19 and what it means for groovy people like you.

As a baby of the choice generation, I’ve never considered the consequences of my choices on anyone other than myself. Membership in the choice generation assures that kind of self reference. After all, our generation seeks choice the way Baby Boomers sought wealth. We want to appropriate it and own it. Ownership accompanies possession. Possession implies a private relationship of closed interaction. We view our choices only as they pertain to us and only as they effect and consequence our lives.

A few nights ago I had a chance to party with an old friend. But our choices are making that an unsteady enterprise.

For me, there were some hard truths to confront about finding a job.

Life in LA can be exciting in all the worst ways: earthquakes, floods, fires; but it also gets too soothing at times. The ocean breeze rustling the palm trees, fog rolling in an out, perfect weather every day, it can lull you. Maybe that’s the problem: too much of a good thing.

Keeping sanity sometimes means doing away with pesky gadgets.

When did America evolve into a dead pool of mediocrity? Adding insult to injury, when did we decide that we should reward and compensate the talentlessness so handsomely?

Is there a place for you in your life? Think about that, if you’ve got a handful of minutes. Now take my flashlight.