Making silly lists is all the rage right now. Celebrities I Would Dry Hump! Things I Can Sculpt Out Of Earwax! Things I Like To Think About While I’m Eating Lunchables! It’s like you’re not cool if you don’t have some sort of list on your blog, and you know ...

I’ve been spinning for the last couple of days on a new book proposal, and last night I found myself in one of those pockets of self-discovery that makes writing therapeutic for me. But like real therapy, it’s sometimes an intense and difficult and stretch of clarity—one that shows me ...

Since I started working at Oakley two months ago, my watchful eye for great advertising has reopened. And last week I stumbled upon a campaign that I personally believe to be one of the best I've ever seen. The video embedded below, entitled The Human Chain, captures perfectly the tone ...

I was trying to find myself in 1992. I was a senior at Fresno State University, sort of a loner, not at all certain of the look I wanted to rock as I moved beyond college. That was almost twenty years ago and I have fortunately been able to forget ...

My knuckles are bleeding. It’s two thirty in the afternoon, the official end to my first day of high school, and my older sister Debbie is waiting for me in the parking lot. She’s a senior now and she’s going to drive us both to and from school everyday in ...

I stepped back, took a deep breath, and tried to clear my mind of bias and emotional attachment. I invested so much time and energy into it and gotten so close to it that I lost perspective. I lost the ability to look at it honestly. And last week, when ...

Killing an old lady was easier than I expected. I mean I had never actually hunkered down with a legal pad and calculated exactly how difficult it would be, but 17-year-old kids walk around with certain expectations of how things in life (and death) work, and I guess I always ...

I’m at the hockey game with my son the other night—not just any game, mind you, but the LA cross-town rivalry between the Ducks and Kings—when the boy taps me on the left elbow and says, “Dad, I gotta go poo.” I’m fortunate. I know this. I have a great ...

The kids and I are flipping through the channels on a lazy Saturday afternoon at Evans World Headquarters, looking for something—anything—that might captivate our attention. My daughter doesn’t want to watch hockey. My son doesn’t want to watch cartoons. And I most certainly don’t want to watch yet another episode ...

I shall now perform for you my imitation of every song attributed to an artist “featuring Jay-Z”: “Yee-uh…what?...what?...yee-uh…ungh! …ungh!..ungh!...yee-uh… come on!...come on, girl…ungh…” Thank you. Thank you very much. Yee-uh, so I watched the Grammys last night and once again I was left feeling as though popular culture is passing ...