Last week I read Ready Player One by Ernest Cline. I was pretty blown away by the story. I started to write a blog about my thoughts on the novel, but I ended up deleting my draft. Something wasn't clicking. I wanted my review to capture at least a fraction of the magic I had experienced while getting lost in the science fiction masterpiece. So, here I go again—trying to extract a little chard from the glass of my mind, which absorbed the light of Mr. Cline's words as they sh

At the Mister Car Wash, I sat on a metallic mesh bench and watched my Ford Fusion get scrubbed inside and out. I thought to myself: I should be doing this dirty work, instead of paying other people. Where's my motivation for self-care and self-maintenance? If I was a man's man, I'd also know more about the car engine and other manly things. Damn my mediocrity! Earlier in the day, I had watched two carpenters install a wooden railing on my grandfather's back porch. One of the