A short history of my strange and motley bouts with education I entered the venerable halls of Clegern Elementary loaded for bear. Armed with the preternatural ability to read, a natural-born gift of discernment, and an inordinate amount of self-confidence for a six-year-old, I was prepared to take on all…
Posts Written ByDavid Todd McCarty
The Myth Of Fingerprints
In which I explore the wisdom and efficacy of investing emotionally in the long-term outcome of America.
Sunday Funday
In which I contemplate the idea of publishing my diary entries, forced family fun, and the NFL.
A Pub At The End Of The World
Throughout my many travels, I’ve always found a pub when I needed it the most.
Welcome To Our Funny Little Circus
Before we begin, if you signed up for email alerts and didn’t receive and respond to the confirmation email, it’s more than likely in your junk folder, just as any future emails will be without your immediate intervention. Go fix that now, so you don’t miss anything. We want you…
Reclaiming My Identity In The Online World
Enshittification (n): 1. The degradation in the quality and experience of online platforms over time, due to an increase in advertisements, costs, or features. 2. Any state of deterioration, especially in politics or society. The rewilding of our digital presence and a return to a simpler approach to an interconnected community…
The Tao Of Boob
A tale of my friend Bob and his spiritual influence on my life.
What So Many Christians Get Wrong About Christianity
A hopeful agnostic attempts to rediscover meaning in the teachings of the ancient religion of his people.
Embracing The Grumpy Old Man Within
As a man of a certain age, I have chosen to lean into my peak years as a GOM, taking advantage of my position while I can.
Wings, Dumplings, Popcorn, And One Hysterical Car
There is nothing I love more in life than owning the right tool for the job, especially when the tool in question is perfectly designed to do the job efficiently and effectively. I’m perfectly fine if that’s all it’s good for. I’m okay if I rarely, if ever, use it. In short, I love a specialized tool.