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Are you okay? Is New York getting to you? Are things not going according to plan?
Stop whining. For fuck’s sake.
The plan you don’t plan for isn’t the plan you planned but it’s usually more original. Isn’t that why you moved to New York? To be original?
God, you didn’t move to play make-believe, did you?
My dad would have turned 72 today and though he passed away a little over 7 years ago, the events of the last year made the life lessons he so selflessly taught me all the more resonate. He was a smart business. Most likely the smartest businessman I’ll ever encounter. (He owned property and businesses like luncheonettes and travel agencies that catered to tour groups. Not bad for an immigrant from Egypt.) But he was also nice. He never screwed anyone for anything. He believed in “getting yours” through hard work and fairness. “Killing them with kindness” was not just a cliche. It was his mantra. And if competition popped up, he welcomed it. He believed that it made him better at whatever it was he was doing.
My dad would have been on the first flight to Los Angeles to have my back when I was going through the the professional (and personal) shitstorm I had mired myself in. He would have been shrewd but kind about the whole ordeal. He would have made the other side feel like the won while making sure I didn’t get screwed. There would’ve been a positive ending to the entire situation.
My dad would have also been the first one to back my current endeavor, not just financially (though that was his MO) but with sound advice. Learning through his own success and failures. Then he would push me to do that for others. He would encourage all of us to become a supportive team. (Lucky for him, his team consisted of his partner in life and in business, my mom.)
I didn’t heed the nuggets of advice he gave me throughout his life for the last couple of years and the results were less than ideal. Now, I’m trying to emulate him. And though I may not be as successful as he was at least he guides me on the right path. Anything positive coming my way, I owe a great deal to him. I hope I can be the example of what he taught me.
Happy Birthday, Dad.