On the internet, an expert is the person with all the answers.
The one who can tell you the best way to start any enterprise, the seven steps required to carry it out, the five benchmarks to measure your progress, and so on.
In life however, a truer measurement of mastery is not necessarily the quantity of your answers, but rather the quality of your questions…
Although we are nearly a decade into the twenty-first century, this week marks the true end of an era.
My grandfather, Clarence “Buck” Diggs, died this week, mere days away from his 102nd birthday.
Something of a legend in the lumber towns of northern California, Buck was a larger than life figure. He was a friend to many and an inspiration to all.
The world will be a lonelier place without him…

It’s Martin Luther King Jr. day in Memphis and I can’t think of anything funny to say.
And it’s not for a lack of trying.
For the first time in the seven years I’ve lived here, I have this day off. Free to think about what it all really means.
And I’m not sure I like that.
I am finding it difficult to fathom that 39 years ago in this city a man was killed for believing that people could be treated with equality…
Last Thursday in preparation for the big DangerCouch show, I made midday pit stop at Visible School, host of this years festivities.
Visible School, for those somewhat less than tragically hip to the post modern music scene, is a cutting edge music school. This venerable institution is what brought me and the Comma Clan to the muggy depths of Memphis, and it is where the members of DangerCouch first met…

Hello Comma fans, sorry I’ve been scarce lately but it is the day/night/random time measurement before the big show and there is much to do.
Even more if you count hyperventilating…
I have covered a lot of ground on this blog lately, so I thought I would double back for a bit and follow up on some recent posts, just to makes sure they haven’t developed shin splits or been accosted by marauding Yiddish telemarketers….