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Introducing Second Sight Coaching

Your intuition needs you I was inspired to become a coach to share my experience as a creative person, an athlete, an entrepreneur, and with anxiety, depression, alcohol — and with discovering the power of my intuition. Second Sight helps creatives and entrepreneurs—and anyone who wants to be more creative—change unhealthy habits, make alcohol obsolete, gain […]

Nobody asked me, so I’m asking you

I’ve been crying a lot lately. I cried yesterday in a room of sixty people that I had just met, and I cried in the shower at the yoga studio this morning. I did wonder for a moment what people might have thought of a man of 49 years, sitting there in a conference room […]

You Have Arrived at The Battery

You have arrived—in every moment, everywhere you have ever been. This very special Battery Adventure Club event used the unique cityscape of San Francisco as the setting for exploration of hidden places in the city—and within ourselves. Starting and ending at The Battery, we walked several miles through San Francisco. Along the way we stopped […]

Falafel stop

As I came in to off the street, a woman is standing there, neither in nor outside of the tiny shop, reddened, cloaked eyes asking for help. She holds out her hand and the guy in front of me says “sorry, no cash,” and looks back at his phone. The woman pauses and then replies […]

Dear Jenny

One of many many nights at 527 Haight (also known as the “Weenie Ranch”) I noticed a stream of people coming in and out of a flat across the street. I had spent plenty of nights where I was drinking Schlitz malt liquor and eating cheese popcorn and I sensed an opening for something new, […]

An Ordinary Disaster

What kid gets that there’s a lesson encoded in every rule? I was no different, and so my confident rule-breaking was also a precocious defiance of all the things that I could have known. I learned most of all to reject what others had built, what they had assumed for me. I got good first […]

This little hawk

My breath is hot and fast in my own ears, words forming quicksilver in my mind. Waves of tension grip my body—and then wash past me, leaving my eyes wider than ever before, fixed on a hawk circling below me. Banking upwards, our wings caress the spring air, sensing and grasping the invisible vines that […]

Lost bits

In the late mid-90’s I was working at HotWired, an offshoot of Louis Rosetto’s WIRED magazine, itself an attempt (and a quite successful one) at documenting the “digital revolution” that was then just beginning to happen. After months of cajoling, I finally just told them to hire me, and they did. Although I had never […]

Flying, Flow and Awareness

All last week we waited for the clearing after days of rain. On Thursday morning I could see the summit of Mt Tam first thing in the morning. I saw wings in the air as I drove up to the west ridge, and found the little parking lot full of fellow pilots. I rigged quickly […]

Entering Romania

After an hour circling Budapest trying to find the superhighway, we drove east across dry plains to the border with Romania. Clouds piled up behind the line of security stations. My friend Loren, his head bare, sniffling and coughing, drank water from a 1.5 liter supermarket bottle, and with each swallow I thought: How. Can. […]