UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING BLOG

At one point in my life, I found myself locked in a form of living hell. I don’t really know how I wound up there, or why, but there I was, listening to music, drinking beer and trying to cope with the darkness of it all.

In conversations over lunch, in media interviews, in discussions with so many with whom I come in contact over the course of a business day, I find myself–for the first time in my life– having to defend America.

In the thick of the triangular feud between Conan O’Brien, Jay Leno and NBC, one of the nighttime word warriors decided to cut to the chase and reveal what was going on behind the curtain.

Tenure is a euphemism. A wonderfully intellectual way of saying that you can stay on the job, protected by the rules, even if your performance is as captivating as frozen pizza.

On our voyage back in time, we are free to rectify mistakes, wipe the slate clean, change decisions, mend broken hearts, place bets we failed to make, walk on water, recognize the genius we wrote off as weird, untie the knots that bound us up in our own deceit.