I was suffering from insomnia on Christmas morning this year.  I woke up at three am, and lay wide awake in bed for the next two hours.  Personally I blame the fact that I have no idea what a sugarplum looks like.  My imagination turns sugarplums into a cross between Audrey II and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.  When you’re dreaming of those things, of course you’re not going to be able to sleep.

At five o’clock I finally got up and went downstairs to read.  Patrick Lencioni’s latest book, Getting Naked, had been sitting in my to read pile for awhile.  Two and a half hours later the mice still weren’t stirring, but I had read the book cover to cover.  Why was I able to finish the book so quickly?  No, not because it was a picture book of people getting naked.  It’s structured as a first-person narrative, or as the author calls his works – fables.

Continue Reading

No, I haven’t decided to get married 6 times, and behead a couple of my ex-wives.  Much to the relief of my wife, Yuri.

No, I’m talking about Henry’s status as “Defender of the Faith” that he was awarded by the pope, a couple of years before getting ex-communicated.  See, I’m pretty sure that my sea change in beliefs around public education have undergone as fundamental shift over the last two years.

Continue Reading