Both my parents smoked. Like chimneys. As kids, we’d munch down our morning cornflakes surrounded by last night’s dirty ashtrays. The perfect Christmas present for Dad was a sparkling new ashtray. Little did we know the dangers of smoking. Kind of...
I know the problem with my golf game. The guy holding the club. My instincts want to hit the ball too hard because my ridiculous golf brain believes ‘bigger is better’. On the odd occasion when my instincts produce a great shot, it’s usually a fluke....
My Dad was a radiologist. Many Saturdays, after watching me from the sideline of a sport-field, I would accompany him to his rooms as he worked his Saturday morning of patient appointments. I enjoyed these mornings working with his dark-room technician in the dim red...
Listened to any of Pushkin’s podcasts? They pump out some great ones. A favourite is “The Happiness Lab”, which lives up to a promise showing how our brains are not always our best guides for our well-being or progress. Another one – “Against the Rules” – is just as...
The first benchmark of significance to me was a number of flip-flaps. When I could do ten flip-flaps at one time, I’d make the school’s gymnastic team. Gary Kurtz from my class did it. But I could never get to 10. I have slowly moved on from my missed benchmark of...
Know any Texans? If you have to think about it, the answer is probably no. These guys stand out. I’ve been there several times and have never met a timid one. In the early 1980s, I worked in a small Australian software firm founded by Bruce – a tall, lanky...
