The Energy Of Everything

The Energy Of Everything

Who knew pastrami could get so contentious?

Scrolling through a social media feed and there it was. A monster of a sandwich being showcased by a New York City deli. Pastrami stacked perhaps 6 inches high towering over the two little pieces of bread failing miserably in their attempt to hold the whole thing together.

I’m not a fan of pastrami, but the photo intrigued me and I found myself diving into the comments made on the post in hopes of learning more about this pastrami masterpiece.

What I learned was even a discussion about pastrami was not exempt from turning hostile.

Any discussion about any type of food is expected to be lively. We are all protectively territorial when it comes to defending our culinary turf. Here, though, the topic of conversation shifted away from the sandwich and devolved into personal attacks which went well beyond food.

Yet another reason for me to dislike pastrami.

What I really dislike is the hostility.

There is good money to be made leveraging hostility and division, especially on social media. Continue reading “The Energy Of Everything”

It All Starts With Frequency

It All Starts With Frequency

I still have no idea what the song is about.

It’s 1994. The band REM releases it’s new album and the first single is “What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?”. The song title refers to the 1986 assault on CBS News anchor Dan Rather, with one of the assailants repeatedly asking “Kenneth, what is the frequency?” during the attack.

It’s a catchy little tune, with a very interesting backstory, with lyrics which to this day confound me with their meaning.

Despite my decades-long confusion about this song, I find myself at times asking myself the same question posed in this song’s title.

What’s the frequency, Pete?

I think a great deal about frequency. The frequency I am putting out into the world in terms of my energy and the corresponding vibrations which come along with it. Because I know that Continue reading “It All Starts With Frequency”

It’s All One Big Echo

It’s All One Big Echo

I guess one good thing that came out of the years of my over indulgence of alcohol is that there are no cell phone videos capturing my alcohol-fueled antics for my kids to see.

Those stories are shared the old-fashioned way, first hand accounts by those who witnessed the things I usually don’t remember.

Recently I was reminded of such a story I do somewhat recall. Some 25 years ago a business trip found me in New Hampshire for a few days and I had the opportunity to stay with some friends at their antiquated cabin on a remote lake with a name I have long forgotten.

On a cold, crisp October night smack dab in the middle of nowhere we sat lakeside by the fire consuming mass quantities of Miller Lite, and at some point, I am told, I engaged the lake in a conversation. As I would yell out into the darkness, the darkness would yell back to me in the form of a delayed echo, magnified by the great length of the lake. “I love you, Pete!” I’d shout out, Continue reading “It’s All One Big Echo”