A new job and shifting responsibilities caused my blog-related productivity to slip a bit. Overall, I published “only” 41 pieces in 2014, including this one.
But, that’s life. This blog was always intended to be both an outlet for things about which I couldn’t write elsewhere and a means to an end: Improving my writing, and hopefully (occasionally) creating work that would catch someone’s attention.
I’m happy to say that that has happened over the last four years. My writing duties for various outlets have expanded, which necessarily means that I’m not as prolific here as I once was. That said, I do think that I produced some content in 2014 that’s worth revisiting as I close out the year. And here it is . . .
The Tonight Show’s Forgotten Host (2/3): This was an interesting look at the fact that Jimmy Fallon’s introductory promos glossed over Ernie Kovacs, who hosted Tonight two nights per week for a time in the 1950s. I found his omission from the canon curious, and explored it here.
Anti-Bullying / Anti-Free-Speech Redux (2/10): My growing concerns over totalitarianism in the name of tolerance (or “totolertarianism” if you prefer) seemed more justified after this story out of South Carolina.
Five Tips for Paying Off Your Student Loans (3/14): Student loan debt is one of the bigger financial problems handcuffing recently-graduated Millennials. Thankfully, I’m here to provide insights on how I was able to pay off my undergraduate and graduate student loans in under a decade. You’re welcome.
Go Cancel Yourself (3/28): One of the better things I wrote all year, if not the best, and yet another plea for free speech in the face of language police. This post was a direct response to the (thankfully futile, as it turned out) “#CancelColbert” movement by the Twitter pitchfork-and-torch crowd. Probably my favorite post of 2014. Or at least one of the longest. Continue reading



Specifically, I don’t care for musicals.
Not only that, but he perpetrated those acts against then-WWE Champion and “face of the company” John Cena.

In just a few days’ time, shrewd businessman and creative genius Vince McMahon’s troupe of fairly compensated independent contractors will put on their second-biggest show of the year.




The Bargain
On this day, more years ago than I care to remember, I was born in Richmond, Virginia. I grew up there and have essentially lived there all my life.
In fact, up until last weekend, I was living in a house that sits less than a mile from the very hospital in which the aforesaid blessed event occurred.
I don’t know whether it was general stress, or just the permanence of the situation setting in, but I returned home with a trunkful of emotional baggage.
The immediate trigger was the harrowing realization that all of the prospective apartments I visited early on had rent twice as high as my current mortgage, yet—bonus—they also featured less than half the square footage of the house I had worked so hard to buy. These apartments looked like the places my friends rented immediately after college graduation, except they cost 200%-300% more. Fantastic.
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