Adrian Madriz is like the opposite of a slumlord. If there is such a thing, he embodies it. I’ve sat across from this man as he works for the better part of a year. The unintentional eavesdropping that occurred informed me that Adrian is a man of integrity, discipline, and is indefatigably dedicated to helping those in need. It’s dangerously charming.
Occasionally you meet someone on your path, a circumstantial companion if you will. This person isn’t just attractive, they have gravity. A pull. They alter your orbit and send you off on a new course….
Then there’s Stefan Ravalli. Host of the Serve Conscious Podcast. He’s just so amenable, understanding, and hospitable it makes you want to spit. But you don’t because you know his desire to serve is genuine and his very presence makes you want to be better. Just talking about service with him makes one question the meaning of the word.
Akasha Rosewaters…damn that name is so cool. That name sounds like the heroine of a story where the hero travels the breadth of the land struggling to overcome the adversity of all the deadly nature to fight a dragon in an attempt save her from a tall tower. However once said hero arrives, bramble scratched and destitute, he finds that Akasha Rosewaters has already saved herself from the tower, fought and killed the dragon, and turned its pelt in to dragon bone armor. The castle explodes in the background as she slow-mo walks towards the camera, but she’s too bad-ass to turn around and look at the devastation.
The conversation we had is not just one of those little things that makes life worth living: it’s what I crave. I live for these deliberative discussions. I endure the spaces between, like a cactus waiting for rain.
There is something romantic about the clacking of ink stained metal hieroglyphs. A similar romance exists in the dropping of diamond tipped plastic into etched grooves of vinyl. It’s that little extra effort of intention. …
Some months back, eons in podcast time, I was blessed with a rather gracious honor. An email appeared in my inbox. That alone is a blessing indeed. The contents of this email however, were astonishing: it described a board meeting in some high crystal tower. Men and women of means were discussing how to spread the joy and abundance of literacy to human cherubs who had not yet had the pleasure. Their noble task: to assist parents and teachers in the spread of the As, Bs, and even the Cs. We are all born savages. Civilization must be taught. These Bodhisattva’s of education are attempting to rid human society of illiteracy. Then came the shock of the year. That illustrious group was requesting our help.
Contrary to the evidence of my absence from the last two and upcoming castings of the pod, I have not yet shuffled off this mortal coil. I’m still here; lurking, cocooning, meta-morphing as it were. Brian’s escapades…
This week is the supposed “anniversary” of the relative position around our host star in which my birth occurred some 33-ish Earth/Sun revolutions ago. The more science one knows, the more difficult it becomes for that…
Unfortuitously, the day the episode on life transitions was recorded, I was unceremoniously fired from a teaching gig I’d been a part of since the founding of that particular establishment. Consolations are unnecessary. That relationship…
Accidentally getting involved in a cult is just one of those things that your parents worry about at night. What is he learning in that school of his? Back in 2013 I switched my focus…
It is entirely possible that last week while referring to the creation of our podcast as our spawn, I may have inadvertently cause some sort of family creation competition. The person colloquially known as my…
Emerging from out of the shadow of obfuscation, please allow us to present to you a second helping of the pod, such as it is. Like all new parents, I am proud of my ability…
Well, we did a thing. The collective reasoning of thousands of generations of primates pounding the keys of evolution have culminated into the form of a pleasing audio podcast, for your real human ears. As…
