Big Problem. No BANT. No Problem.

Chase a big problem.

A problem so complex, so big, so hairy, so audacious, Walter Sobchak would be at a loss for words.

“STFU, Brian. You’re out of your… Wait. Really? You’re working on that? Wow.”

No budget. No authority. No need. No time.

But it matters. So you do what you can when and as you can.

Go where nobody else is. Try making a difference.

Suit up. Floor it. And aim for the roses.

Ichimai-iwa.

Hack Sack & Trash Bags

Memories & stuff.

Ever notice how much of your life revolves around dealing with your stuff?

What how little your life revolves around some of your stuff?

I’ve been casually trying to downsize this year. Haven’t made much progress.

As I write this, I have three Craigslist ads up, all going on a week without a single bite.

I’ve sent a couple trash bags full of clothes to Goodwill, too—but I want to get rid of more.

Strange how hard this can be.

There’s a polo in my closet embroidered with the logo of the company I worked at in 2001 when I moved to Phoenix. The company went under years ago. So why am I holding on to it?

It doesn’t even fit anymore!

But we can’t just throw that away. It’s ours and it’s cool and we paid good money for it, right?

Sunk cost is a tough pill to swallow.

It’s not easy to get rid of things when they represent memories.

I’m going to start asking myself how often I think about those memories outside the context of the stuff associated with them. If the only time I think about that no-longer-exists company back in Kansas is when I’m trying to decide whether I keep the shirt or not, it should be easy, right?

I don’t care how much fun we had playing hacky sack on our breaks.