I’ve been working a lot.
“A lot” doesn’t really cut it. I’ve been working too much.
I haven’t run myself down or anything. On the contrary, I’ve never seen so much success with my writing. I’m having a great time and thoroughly enjoying myself, but I’m admittedly caught up in the whirlwind of my mini-stardom (or, it feels like stardom. Let me have this one.)
My wife isn’t having such a great time. In the past few days she’s made it apparent that hearing about my sub-dollar earnings on Medium won’t make her problems any better. …
What factors into how much you get paid for a minute of your reader’s time?
That’s the question I sat down to answer when I analyzed two of my most-read articles to find out what made them tick. I dissected the stats for each article and finally found an answer to the question:
How much is a minute really worth?
First, we have to set aside the similarities. Similar numbers are noisy — they get in the way of the finer differences between two things — so we…
So it’s time to do some tazin’ eh? Well, go ahead, grab your taser!
Which one is the taser? I’m glad you asked!
It’s easy to get confused in high-stress situations, so here’s a quick guide to help you get familiarized with which is which.
When in doubt, weigh it out! A taser weighs about as much as a toy gun.
If the thing in your hand weighs more than a plastic toy gun, stop and think!
Medium is great. I love it. It’s the best…
Is Ev Williams still listening? No?
Medium is alright, but it’s got one major flaw that becomes more and more apparent the longer you write here. The views and exposure are great, but the very thing that pads our pockets could be breaking the bank.
Everyone knows that Medium is paywalled. Especially people who don’t use Medium and don’t pay the $5 a month to access unlimited articles.
This includes random people all over the internet with eyes that you need for your work to take off. You can get around…
Over the past 20 years, salad use has skyrocketed.
Experts say the salad we’ve got today is much stronger than the salad of the past. Manuf Syense, Chief Salad Expert at TopIngs Foods had this to say:
“The greens of today are stronger than ever. With advances in genetic engineering and soil quality, we’ve seen a ten-fold increase in the level of vitamins and minerals contained in your average bowl of salad, and that’s before we even consider dressing.”
Nobody is concerned about salad-choosing adults, but parents are quite worried about their teenagers getting into the dark underbrush of salad…
I love being weird. I’ve always been weird. While I was growing up, I wasn’t allowed to be weird. Nobody would punish me for being weird, but my weirdness wasn’t encouraged and nobody got me.
Turns out, I’m just a weirdo. So if I want to be myself, I have to be weird.
When I think back to my childhood, it makes my soul cringe. My creative, happy soul wants to crawl back into its hole and hibernate like it has been for the past 20 years.
Soulful metaphors aside, I’ve been figuring out who I am and what helps…
I talked to my mother for 30 minutes today. I wanted to stay longer but I couldn’t take it anymore. I was complaining about not receiving my tax return yet and she explained it as such:
“There are people just pouring over the border now that Biden’s president.
When Trump was president they just trickled through but now he’s letting everyone through and giving them all insurance. The DEMOCRATS voted to make you pay if you don’t have insurance but THEY don’t have to.
We’re wasting so much money on THEM.”
I was taken aback. …
I’ve been an Elvis fan since I first saw the aloha special over 20 years ago.
As a young man, all I knew was his music.
I had no idea of his struggle with addiction. I also had no idea I would have the same struggle, nor that millions suffered from the same disease.
I saw something familiar while re-watching that special today. It was a simple look to a bandmate that said so much. A look that I feel a connection to almost 50 years later. The look was hopeful, but history casts a sad shadow.
Elvis had been…
(all numbers reasonably rounded and adjusted for inflation)
In 1953, an 18-year old boy walked into Sun Records in Memphis Tennessee and asked if he could cut a couple tracks. He was driving a truck for Crown Electric at the time, and wanted to take a shot at singing.
When the receptionist asked who he sounded like, he responded:
“I don’t sound like nobody.”
The young man paid $40 to make a recording of himself singing two songs.
Just two years later in 1955, he signed a recording contract with RCA for the unprecedented amount of $350,000.00 with a $50,000.00…