Stories only happen to people who can tell them. Allan Gurganus I must be able to tell stories, because stories sure as shit happen to me a lot. 26 years ago today, I landed at the International airport in Houston with my parents and older sister. A scrawny 13-year old wearing peach colored jeans and… Continue reading Something amazing, I guess
For the first few years, Energy Ogre was fewer than ten people, and I was the only technical resource. We had contractors that came in for specialized work, but on most days, I was everything from technical support to the programmer behind all our systems. These were tumultuous times, not tracking when days ended and nights began,… Continue reading Staying in Your Lane is Hard
A few weeks ago, a random stream of Google Fu led me to reading about learned helplessness, and like a child that learns a naughty word, I can’t stop telling everyone I know about it. So back in the late 1960s, a psychologist named Martin Seligman was conducting experimental research on dogs, as one does.… Continue reading Dodging Learned Helplessness in Your Teams
It is a sign of my privilege as a man that until very recently, I did not realize that “not all men” was the man equivalent of “all lives matter”. It’s the argument men jump to when they hear about a woman being harassed or discriminated against or otherwise mistreated in the workplace, or at… Continue reading Not All Men…
Just over a month ago, I attended my third BP MS 150 ride, where I set out to ride a bicycle from Houston to Austin along with a few thousand other clinically insane people. And let me tell you, guys, it was hard. Like, really, really hard. And did I mention that it was hard?… Continue reading I did it and now it is done. Sort of.