Bike to Work DayMay 29, 2015Join thousands of bike riders throughout the region to bike to work and stop by one of an estimated 100 pit stop locations to pick up t-shirts, snacks and encouragement. Originally scheduled for May 15, but postponed due to rain. 71 other events on Friday, May 29
The thing is, I love karaoke. I spend ample amounts of time listening to songs that could be potential material, often while playing out theoretical scenarios in my head in which I whip a crowd into the same kind of Eminem-in-8 Mile exhalation.
The hangover should've been an omen. Or, perhaps it was the fact that the couple in the neighboring room was rehearsing a play at 9 a.m.—both seemed to be shouting their lines in a Mr. DNA-from-Jurassic Park dialect right into the wall next to my head.
Last year, I became a cat dad. I'd be lying if that statement didn't spur some internal conflict. I used to roll my eyes at the cat images that littered my social-media feeds, or smugly expound on the effects of the cat-carrying parasite toxoplasmosis ("Excreted through their feces!").
I take smug pride in never having had to court someone through the annals of virtual existence, I also feel like I’ve missed out on something that will define relationships in the future. I have never sexted anyone before, and I was thrilled by the idea.
The date is Sunday, Dec. 14, marking the second anniversary of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. Two years prior, we witnessed the greatest taboo that our collective conscious could imagine: Adam Lanza gunned down 20 children and six faculty members.
Listen folks, you don't get your own hubris-infusing column by being book-smart. In this biz, quick-wittedness, perseverance, the ability to create emotionally driven headlines and—to a much lesser extent—the ability to write well are the keys to becoming a successful writer.
Mr. Xtreme greets me with a firm handshake. He’s short but built like a football linebacker. He wears a green helmet and body armor accentuated by a yellow XJL flag that flows beautifully, majestically behind him. He looks like if a Ninja Turtle did it with a tank.
Craig Oliver was the first person I approached to show me genuinely scary places in San Diego. I'm not talking about touristy haunts like The Whaley House or the Hotel Del, but places of legend that don't require an admission fee, places that people go out of their way to avoid.