Bob Boze Bell is one of my favorite people. We've been friends since the early 80's (that's 1980's for me, for Bob I'm not sure) when we both worked at the New Times alt-weekly in Phoenix. In the photo, Bob is on the left being lectured by an over-grown leprecon on the hazards of drinking whiskey before breakfast. (On the upside, apparently it doesn't stunt your growth.)
Bob sent me a message from Twitter announcing sheepishly that he was taking the twitter plunge. He will now be stalking following me.
Bob was blogging before blogging was cool. His blog is personal. Really personal. I admire him for exposing his vulnerability the way he does. Cathy, his wife, is a strong woman.
I have to admit I don't understand the popularity of Twitter. By that I mean it doesn't appeal to me. One man's noise is another man's bliss. I have to meditate 30 minutes a day just to clear the mind chatter. I'm online all day performing one task or another. It's too much detail already. I'm looking for ways to consolidate, not find smaller chunks.
Bob, I have just one question for you, WWWED?
You can check out Bob's bigger, longer and uncut version here.
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