Resolution update: 2015 in review

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In an effort to hold myself accountable, I post the progress of my yearly goals at the end of each month on this blog. The following are the results through the end of 2015.

In 2015, I completed 19 of 32 goals for a success rate of 59%. While this is not great, it compares well to previous five year average of 51%. 

My previous year success rates:

2010: 44%
2011: 62%
2012: 30%
2013: 60%
2014: 60%

I performed especially well in the areas of storytelling (seven out of seven goals completed) and personal health (three out of six completed, with solid progress on a fourth).

I also did well in the writing category (seven out of 14 goals completed), but this total should have been better had I phrased the goals more appropriately. 

In 2016, I need to ensure that I set goals that do not rely on others for completion. Three of my writing goals in 2015 were dependent upon the sale of a book. Instead, they should have been rephrased as the completion of a book. My goals should reflect my effort and not the preferences or tardiness of book editors. 

While I'm pleased with the overall success in 2015, there were some missed opportunities. My biggest disappointments were my failure to lose 20 pounds and my failure to write a new screenplay. Both of these were very doable in 2015. 

There were also a few pathetic failures. Failing to learn three new recipes and failing to submit short stories to publishing outlets stand out as especially lame. 

They aren't that difficult.

This was also the second consecutive year that I failed to schedule an evening of Shakespeare in my home, despite interest among many friends.

I also accomplished half a dozen goals that did not make my initial list but became important as the year progressed.

  1. I performed in two Moth Mainstages in 2015 and told a story at Yale.
  2. I published my first comic book with Double Take. 
  3. I performed in my first one hour one-man show (twice).
  4. I began consulting professionally on screenplays and pilot scripts.
  5. I taught storytelling at the University of Connecticut, Kripalu, and in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
  6. I booked weddings for 2016, extending my DJ career into its 20th season.   

I wonder if I should add unexpected goals to my list mid-year when they become a focus of my time and energy. Probably not.

Here are my specific successes and failures from 2015: 

PERSONAL HEALTH

1. Don’t die.

Survived another year. 

2. Lose 20 pounds.

Fail. I lost a total of six pounds in 2015. 

3. Do at least 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups five days a week.

Done. 

4. Stop drinking soda from two-liter bottles.

The only soda consumed from a two-liter bottle in 2015 came from a bottle brought to my house by a friend and a bottle brought to a picnic. As a result, my Diet Coke consumption plummeted to less than half of what I consumed in 2014.

This was an enormous success.  

5. Practice yoga at least five days a week.

I began practicing yoga in 2015 (and even took a sunrise yoga class while teaching at Kripalu), but a combination of injuries set me back. For about two months, I was practicing every morning, but then a shoulder problem caused me to become inconsistent and stop altogether. I still have that shoulder and (and now) collarbone issue. Both will be looked at by a doctor during the first week of January.

This constitutes a failure in terms of the goal but significant progress in terms of yoga in general. I have gone from thinking it a silly waste of time to something I genuinely want to do.

6. Learn to cook three good meals for my wife.

A failed to accomplish this goal through no fault except my own. 

WRITING CAREER

7. Complete my sixth novel before February 28, 2015.

This was an adjustment of a goal. We sold the book to my editor, and I am on track to finish by my deadline. I consider this a success. 

8. Complete my seventh novel.

Two separate books remain more than half finished. The desire to finish one or both may have been ambitious, but I think it could have happened had I centered my attention on this book and not spread it between books.

In the end, I wrote more than a novel's worth of pages, but I failed to accomplish the goal.    

9. Sell one children’s book to a publisher.

Three picture books are in my agent's hands. I await word. In accordance with the specific description of my goal, this was a fail. 

10. Sell a memoir to a publisher.

This book is in the hands of my editor. I await word. In accordance with the specific description of my goal, this was a fail. 

11. Sell a book of essays to a publisher.

This book is in the hands of my editor. I await word. In accordance with the specific description of my goal, this was a fail. 

12. Complete a book proposal for a book on storytelling.

I am two sample chapter away from completing this book. As a result, this is a fail.

13. Write a new screenplay.

The new screenplay is outlined, and a rough draft has begun, but it is not finished. This is a fail.

14. Write 50 pages of a new memoir about the years of 1991-1993.

Done! This book became the book of essays that my agent now has in her hands. As a result, this goal is complete.

15. Write a musical for a summer camp.

Done! I was lucky enough to see it performed onstage in July. 

The musical that we wrote for last year's summer camp (Caught in the Middle) will be produced in 2016 at schools and other venues in the Hartford area.  

16. Publish at least one Op-Ed in a physical newspaper.

Done! I published an Op-Ed in the Hartford Courant in July on why I choose to write in McDonald's restaurants.

I also published an Op-Ed in the Hartford Courant in November about my high school girlfriend, Laura, and a promise I failed to keep. 

My dream is to land a weekly column at a newspaper like the Hartford Courant before they disappear forever, but this is probably a hard gig to get. 

17. Submit one or more short stories to at least three publishing outlets.

I submitted one of my short stories to a student magazine in Sao Paulo, Brazil, and it was accepted. As a result, this is a fail. 

18. Select three behaviors that I am opposed to and adopt them for one week, then write about my experiences on the blog.

I adopted one behavior for a week (backing into parking spaces) and have yet to finish the piece about this experience. This is a fail.

19. Build an author mailing list.

Done.

20. Build a new website for matthewdicks.com

Done.  

STORYTELLING

21. Produce a total of eight Speak Up storytelling events.

Done! We produced a total of 12 shows in 2015. 

22. Deliver my fourth TED Talk.

Done twice over.

The recording for TEDxBU was released in August. One of the cameras did not record my talk, and the other started recording about two minutes late. The recording is disappointing and useless.

 I have the worst TED luck ever.

I also spoke at my fifth TED event in November at TEDxBerkshires. The video for this talk is posted online and came out well.

23. Build a website for Speak Up.

Done.

24. Attend at least 10 Moth events with the intention of telling a story.

Done! I attended three Moth StorySLAMs in December (Oberon in Boston, Housing Works in NYC, and The Bitter End in NYC). I told stories in two of the three shows. This brings my total number of Moth events attended in 2015 to 27. 

25. Win at least two Moth StorySLAMs.

Done twice over! My total number of wins in 2015 was four.   

I won a StorySLAM at Housing Works in December. 
I won a StorySLAM at The Bitter End in October.  
I won a StorySLAM at The Bell House in Brooklyn in August.
I won a StorySLAM at Oberon in Cambridge back in April.

I also placed second six times, which will drive a man crazy.

26. Win a Moth GrandSLAM.

Done twice over!

I won the New York GrandSLAM at the Music Hall of Williamsburg in April and June.    

I also had three second place finishes.  

27. Launch at least one podcast.

Done! Boy Vs. Girl is eight episodes in and going strong. 

NEW PROJECTS

28. Pitch at least three new projects to two smart people.

Done! Sadly, nothing has come from any of my pitches.  

29. Host at least one Shakespeare Circle.

Fail.

MISCELLANEOUS

30. Enroll in the final class needed for certification as a high school English teacher.

I stopped seeking this goal in April once I decided that I would not want to teach at the high school level. It is a purposeful fail. 

31. Set a new personal best in golf.

I tied my personal best but failed to beat it.

32. Post my progress in terms of these resolutions on this blog on the first day of every month

Done. 

A goal for 2016: An agreement that these parents are awful, disgusting, rotten people

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Can we all agree that parents who actively oppose their child's interracial, inter-religious, or same sex marriage are awful people? 

They are still mothers and father, perhaps still worthy of love and respect, and possibly possessing many admirable and endearing qualities, but they are also awful, disgusting, rotten people.

We can all agree to this. Right?

Because if enough of us agree and make our position loud and clear, perhaps these parents will at least be shamed into keeping their awfulness to themselves and stop making their children's lives so difficult.

 

The big sleep is killing me.

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When we put our son, Charlie, to bed each night, he complains about having to go to sleep. He refers to it as a "big sleep."

"Mommy, it's going to be a big sleep."

"Daddy, I don't like a big sleep."

We explain to him that a big sleep is important to being healthy and growing up to be a big boy, but damn it, why does he have to phrase his sleep every night in such terrifying existential terms?

Doesn't he know how much his father already suffers from an ever-present, unbelievably potent existential crisis? Doesn't he know how often the fear of death stabs an icy stake in my heart? 

The last thing I want to be thinking about as I put my son to bed each night is the real big sleep... the one that will someday obliterate my world. 

Thanks, buddy, for hurting me where it hurts most.

My daughter was annoyed with Mrs. Claus - and let her have it.

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I took my daughter on the Essex Steam Train's North Pole Express last night.

For those of you unfamiliar, The Essex Steam Train is a 100 year-old functioning steam train and museum run out of Essex, Connecticut. During the year, you can take a ride the train, celebrate your birthday or your wedding on the train, take the special Thomas the Tank Engine tour, and even take the train to their steamboat, where you can cruise the Connecticut River on their old fashioned steam boat.

There are dozens of special rides and events produced all year long, but their most popular option is the North Pole Express, a ride upriver to the North Pole, where Santa, Mrs. Claus, and their elves board the train. Santa hands each child a toy, the elves deliver cookies and hot chocolate, and Mrs. Claus stops by for photos and chit-chat. The train car is decked out in festive lights and garland, and the ride is hosted by an uproarious elf who leads the train car in song, games, and more.

For a child who believes in Santa Claus (as mine do), it is an amazing ride. And the thousands of tickets to these rides - which run from Thanksgiving through December 29 - sell out almost instantly.  

We were supposed to take the ride last week, but the stomach bug hit my daughter hard, forcing us to sell our tickets and reschedule our ride for yesterday,

As fate would have it, the stomach bug then hit my son even harder, providing both him and his parents one of the worst nights of our lives. Unable to reschedule our ride again, we sold Elysha and Charlie's tickets (easily), and with heavy hearts, Clara and I went for the ride on our own.

The ride was spectacular as always. The train car was filled with music and laughter. Children peered into the night with the hope of catching a view of Santa in his sleigh. After about 30 minutes, we arrived at the North Pole, a beautifully decorated location along the track (the steamboat port) where we stopped to allow Santa and his crew to board the train.

All was well until the elves arrived with the cookies. Clara is allergic to peanuts, so before I could even ask, she had grabbed an elf and inquired about the peanut status of the cookie. The elf informed Clara that although the cookie contained no peanuts, it was made in a factory that produced peanut products.

As a result, no cookie for Clara. She was disappointed to say the least. And yes, it was just one cookie, but watching a train filled with children eat cookies baked by Mrs. Claus and handed out by elves while you had none wasn't easy.

The best part came when Mrs. Claus boarded the train for photos. When she reached us, Clara leaned in close and said, "Why aren't your cookies made peanut safe for kids like me?"

Mrs. Claus was a bit flustered but recovered quickly saying, "I'm sorry. I just can't guarantee that they weren't made in a peanut-free environment."

Clara's response: "Why not?"

When Mrs. Claus didn't respond, Clara added, "You should fix this for next year. And what's an environment?"

Mrs. Claus did not answer Clara's question. She smiled and moved on. She probably didn't answer the question because there is no good answer. While I don't think that businesses are required to cater to my daughter's allergy or any food allergy, an attraction like the Polar Express, designed specifically for children, should probably seek to be peanut-free given the surprising prevalence of this allergy. 

Right? 

There are plenty of peanut-free cookies on the market, and they don't cost any more than the cookies produced with or alongside peanuts. Why not try to mitigate a food allergy that has become sadly and inexplicably common in today's world?

I explained to Clara what an environment is, and I promised to write a letter to the Essex Steam Train asking them to consider providing peanut-safe cookies next year.

She thought this was a great idea.

I also promised to bring cookies of our own next year in case they decided to ignore my letter.

Another winning proposal in Clara's estimation.

And on the way home, I bought her a donut at Dunkin' Donuts - a business that can ensure that their products are peanut free and have therefore earned my business.

Though she was still annoyed about the cookie, she felt that a chocolate glazed donut was an acceptable substitute for the sugar cookies that the elves were handing out on the train.

My 2015 Christmas haul

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Every Christmas, I take inventory of the holiday gifts that my wife gives me.

Some people wish for cashmere sweaters, brand new video game systems, stylish watches, and jewelry. My hope is often for the least pretentious, most unexpected, quirkiest little gift possible, and she never fails to deliver. 

For the past six years, I’ve been documenting the gifts that Elysha gives me on Christmas because they are so damn good. Every year has been just as good as the last, if not better.

The 2009 Christmas haul featured a signed edition of a Kurt Vonnegut novel.
The 2010 Christmas haul featured a key that I still use today.
The 2011 Christmas haul featured my often-used Mr. T in a Pocket.
The 2012 Christmas haul featured my fabulous No button.
The 2013 Christmas haul featured my remote controlled helicopter.
The 2014 Christmas haul featured my "I Told You So" pad.

My wife did not disappoint this year! 

Not shown in the photo is a Star Wars tee shirt and a new pair of slippers.

My favorite of all my gift are the schadenfreude mints: "As delicious as other people's misery." 

And if you're not familiar with the word schadenfreude (one of my favorite words), the definition is on the back of the mints.  

I'm also a big fan of the Get Off The Phone Excuse Machine, which makes six sounds useful for convincing someone that a phone call must end. Sounds include phone static, a doorbell, a siren, and a knock on a door followed by someone shouting that the Chinese food has arrived. 

Equally impressive is this cardboard version of the French knight in the film Monty Python and the Holy Grail, which includes three of his most famous insults.

And for all you overly precious, artisinal lunatics, you'll be pleased to know that this was handmade by an artisan who sells her wares on Etsy

Rounding out the haul is a Superman Lego keychain and a Shakespeare insult generator. These generators exist online in many forms, but I've never seen a real world version before. 

I shall use it often.  

Awful Jeb Bush asks supporters for $25 in exchange for leaving them the hell alone. Seriously.

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Ashley Feinberg at Gawker received received an unusual email from the Bush campaign last week.

In exchange for $25, Bush promised to stop sending email to supporters on his mailing list for two weeks. In the email, Bush refers to this extortion attempt as a "deal," an "early Christmas present," and a way to "opt-out." 

It's kind of unbelievable. Unthinkable. 

This is a ridiculous and horrible way to add funds to the campaign coffers (and another signal that we are in desperate need of campaign finance reform), but then again, if it works for a Bush, then why not for me?

So if you'd like me to ignore you for a month - no newsletters, books, blog posts, tweets, Instagram photos, or podcasts - send me some cash. I'll cut you right out. Ensure that nothing that I produce ends up in your inbox or social media feed. 

And unlike Jeb Bush, I won't even identify a required dollar amount. Give whatever you think is right. Whatever you can afford. I'm not discriminating.

Give more than $25 if you'd like. Please. 

And if you know me personally, hand me some cash and I won't speak to you for a month. I won't even look in your direction. I promise!

And unlike Jeb Bush, who will use this money to compete for the top spot in a political party that currently favors the likes of Donald Trump and Ben Carson, I'll put the money to some good use. I'll pay bills. Take my wife to dinner. Invest in my children's education.

So let me know. We can use Venmo. Simple and fast. 

How to be uninteresting with fruits and vegetables

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Did you know that watermelon is considered a fruit but also a vegetable since it belongs to the gourd family?

Did you also know that people who insist on proliferating this type of fruit/vegetable classification information are probably some of the most boring people on the planet?

This is the best thing you have to talk about?
Fruit and vegetable taxonomy?
Of all the things you could've said, you chose this?

And yes, we also know that a tomato is actually a fruit. You and your uninteresting, pedantic, soulless brethren have already made this abundantly clear.

We just don't give a damn. 

Jigsaw puzzles are a terrible, rotten, no good, very bad gift.

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In this holiday season, please remember this one important fact when choosing a gift for a friend or loved one:

Giving your loved one the gift of a jigsaw puzzle is like giving that person a purposeless, meaningless chore best suited for someone who idolizes Sisyphus.

Jigsaw puzzles are ridiculous. Take an oftentimes lovely picture, break it into hundreds of pieces, and expect your loved one to re-assemble it into something less lovely than the original.

What a jerky thing to do. 

And once it's complete?

Stare at it for a few moments (even though the image is already on the box), break it into hundreds of pieces again, and put it away until the next time your loved one is hell bent on accomplishing nothing. 

It's a terrible gift.

Why not just tear a sheet of paper into a hundred pieces and ask your loved one to re-assemble it? Or break a plate? Or invite your loved one to twiddle his or her thumbs for an hour or two?

These pursuits seem just as entertaining to me as assembling a jigsaw puzzle. 

Granted, my opinion may be slightly clouded by the fact that I have great difficulty assembling jigsaw puzzles, but I suspect that I would hate them regardless of my prowess. 

Putting stuff that someone has purposely broken back together has never struck me as terribly amusing.

jigsaw puzzle



An essential quote for parents and teachers who are struggling with discipline

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One of my lifelong ambitions is to make it into Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations or the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations. In an effort to assist the editors of that admirable tome, I maintain a list of possible entries.

Today I have a new one to add to my list. This is something that I say to parents and teachers whenever I see them threatening impossible consequences or failing to follow through on consequences.

"A rule without a consequence is merely a suggestion."

Not bad. Right?

It will be added to the list of 16 other quotes (some identified by me but many chosen by readers and (in two cases) Reader's Digest) that Bartlett's or Oxford editors may want to consider.

You don't happen to know an editor at Bartlett's or Oxford. Do you?
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  1. Brevity is the sou
  2. Lost potential is difficult to measure and convenient to ignore.
  3. I wrote term papers as a means of flirting with girls.
  4. In my most treasured friendships, there is little room for hurt feelings.
  5. Ambiguity in the possible death of a character is an act of cowardice on the writer’s part.
  6. I spend most of my evenings struggling to stay alive. 
  7. Don’t let anyone fool you.  Death is hardest on the dead.
  8. Passive-aggressive, indirect, and anonymous are three of my least favorite qualities in any form of communication.
  9. Nothing convinces me about the stupidity of human beings more than driving in the vicinity of a mall on a Saturday.
  10. I am more impressed with the quality of a person’s questions than with the quality of their answers.
  11. It's all about me, but you’re welcome to occupy space.
  12. Spock said that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, but what if the many are all incredibly stupid?
  13. You can determine the effectiveness of a teacher by the frequency by which you can enter the classroom and speak to the teacher without grinding learning to a halt.
  14. If you are not delegating enough, you are not lazy enough.
  15. Old age is the last dirty trick.
  16. The story has always existed. You simply need to find it.

Boy vs. Girl: Episode 7: Babysitters, chivalry and taking out the trash

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A possible cure for writer's block

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I have thankfully never suffered from writer's block, but if you do, perhaps you could try this innovative means of writing in hopes of curing it:

Write naked.

I can't say that his work was especially impressive that day, but he was putting words to the page, which apparently is a big deal to anyone suffering from writer's block.

I've switched from PC to Mac. I have six complaints.

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About a month ago, I switched from PC to Mac. This was a momentous change for me. Terrifying and frustrating. Like landing on an alien planet. 

It was also necessary. My PC was on its last legs. The shift key was broken and I was starting to get about one blue screen a day. And between my podcast and Speak Up, I was using the Mac more and more. It only made sense to switch over. 

After a month on the Mac, I have grown accustomed to this new planet. It's working. I can love with the change. There are moments when I might even like it. 

But I have a few issues:

  1. It's ridiculous that there is no right-click button,. I have grown accustomed to using the keypad's right-click feature, but still, it's asinine not to have a right-click option. 
  2. The command key (Control key on a PC) is placed adjacent to the spacebar - in the middle of the bottom row - instead of in the far left corner. It's not as easily accessible as it is on a PC, and it's one of my most frequently used keys. I use it much more often than the damn function key, which is where the command key should be.
  3. There is no delete key. There is a backspace key masquerading as a delete key, but in order to delete a word, I must move to the end of the word. On a PC, I had the option of deleting a word from the front or the back. The absence of a Mac equivalent to this is baffling.
  4. I don't have a way of instantly returning to the desktop. On my PC, there was a square in the bottom left corner of the screen. Click it and I'm on the desktop. This was an extremely useful feature. The Mac allows me to swipe three fingers across my mousepad to see all of the programs that I have open - which is excellent - but many times, I just want to return to my desktop. It's not easy.
  5. I can no longer hover over program icons like Word and Excel and see how many documents of each are currently open and switch from one to another easily. This seems like a no brainer in terms of features that Apple should adopt. 
  6. There are programs like Windows Live Writer that are not compatible on a Mac. 

Tableside preparation of guacamole is stupid. For many reasons.

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I don't like avocados. As a result, I also don't like guacamole. So perhaps the following statements are tinged with bias.

guacamole

Or perhaps I am more objective about this matter than your average guacamole enthusiast. 

Either way, I am hear to report that the recent trend in restaurants for waitstaff - armed with mortar and pestle - to make the guacamole right at the table (table-side seems to be the trendy word used to describe this service) is stupid. 

For reasons that I will never understand, people seem to love watching men and women smash avocados in a faux-volcanic mortar while they watch. They think of this as a special treat. An added bit of service. A pulling back of the curtain to get a view of the work normally done in the kitchen. They consider this a guarantee of freshness. A kissing cousin of the farm-to-table movement. 

It's none of these things. 

The way to determine if your guacamole is fresh is to taste it. If it tastes fresh, isn't that the only relevant data point to consider? If the guacamole made at your table tasted less-than-fresh but the nine day old frozen guacamole tasted fresh and delicious, which would you prefer?

In the end, it's it our tastebuds that make the determination of freshness?

And if you're concerned that the restaurant might serve you less-than-fresh guacamole, why did you choose the restaurant in the first place? Do you normally eat in restaurants that you don't trust? 

And what about the rest of the food, being prepared somewhere in the depths of the kitchen? How are you guaranteeing its freshness?

In addition, the making of guacamole table-side is actually detrimental to your dining experience, for two reasons:

1. While the person makes the guacamole at your table, conversation often comes to a grinding halt. Your attention is drawn to the mortar and pestle, and it's suddenly like watching the Food Network instead of spending time in conversation with friends.

I hate it. 

2. The poor restaurant worker turned performance artist who must stand at your table and make your guacamole could be more productive if he or she were in the kitchen, making a larger batch of guacamole for everyone who has ordered the foul substance. Instead, the restaurant either hires multiple guacamole makers (requiring them to raise prices), temporarily strips the kitchen of a chef (slowing down food preparation), or forces you to wait for guacamole until the waitstaff is finished making guacamole for tables 7 and 9.

Stupid. 

Years ago, I went to dinner with a girlfriend and her friends. Between courses, the waiter wiped the tablecloth clean with a small, white scraper. When he left, one of the women leaned in and whispered, "That's what makes this place fancy."

Forget the tastiness of the food or the promptness of service. It was the use of a small bit of plastic - a bauble - that impressed her. 

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Table-side guacamole is a bauble. It's unnecessary and purposeless ostentation. It's an unneeded and unappreciated interruption. it's the illusion of special or fancy.

It's stupid. Make the food in the kitchen. Bring it to the table when it's ready. I'll be busy chatting with friends. 

Connor the Unicorn is missing. It's freakin' annoying.

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My daughter has a whole host of imaginary friends, who she calls "pretend friends." We hear about them a lot less than we did a couple years ago, but they are still around, and from time to time, we will hear her talking to them. 

Audrey. Elizabeth. Anna. The list goes on and on. 

Most of these pretend friends are related to one another in some complex family tree that is set in stone in her mind. She expects me to have this family tree memorized as well, and she becomes angry when it's not (which it never is). 

Amongst these human pretend friends is Connor, the Unicorn.

Connor went missing about a week ago. The first indication of his absence were the signs that started going up around the house.

Lost unicorn signs. 

Then she began talking about his absence. Lamenting it. Looking genuinely sad. 

The other day I walked into the living room and found Clara sitting on the couch, head in hands, looking as sad as I have ever seen her. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Are you sick?"

She answered with one word: "Connor."

This has happened a few times since then. I walk into a room, find her sitting quietly, looking sad, and when I ask what's wrong, she says, "Connor."

You would think that a guy who wrote an entire novel about imaginary friends (and almost finished a sequel) would love this imaginary world that my little girl has created for herself.

You'd think that a guy who had an imaginary friend of his own as a boy (and thought that imaginary friend was real for years and years) would understand his daughter's emotional attachment to her mythical, imaginary friend.

But no. Not if the damn thing is going to make her sad.

Someone please find this stupid unicorn and make my daughter happy again.

Goals for 2016: Tell me what to do.

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There's about two weeks left in the year, so it's time for me to begin deciding upon goals for 2016.

For the last four years, I have posted my goals on this blog and updated the progress of those goals monthly as a means of holding myself accountable. Oddly, these monthly updates have become some of my most popular posts, and the amount of email I receive about them is surprising. 

There is actually research that indicates that this process is detrimental to goal completion. Studies done since 1933 show that people who talk about their intentions are less likely to make them happen.

Announcing your plans to others satisfies your self-identity just enough that you're less motivated to do the hard work needed.

This may be true, but I am not one of these lunatics. I am not fooled into believing that announcing a goals gets me any closer to success.

Rather, I am obsessive and driven and suffer under an indescribable existential crisis. All of these things propel me forward. 

I also live in fear of appearing weak or ineffective or allowing someone to say "I told you so."

Announcing my goals only pushes me harder to completion.

Every year, as a part of the goal setting process, I ask readers to suggest goals for the coming year. In many ways, my readers are some of the best equipped people in the world to suggest goals for me. You read about my thoughts and feelings on a daily basis, and you know me better than some of my friends who I see a handful of times each year but never take the time to read this blog. 

Some of the goals that readers have suggested in the past have been some of the biggest difference makers in my life. 

If you're curious about the kind of goals that I typically set for myself, the goals from the previous six years are below:

Resolutions: 2010
Resolutions: 2011
Resolutions: 2012
Resolutions: 2013
Resolutions: 2014
Resolutions: 2015

I also write year-end review of my goals, which includes completion percentages for the previous years and an explanation of my successes and failures.

Last year's review can be found here. 

So fire away, dear reader. Tell me what foibles and flaws are in need of correction. Set me on a new course. Point me at a new horizon. 

But when suggesting goals, please try to think of goals that are measurable.

Last year a reader suggested that I try to be less of a jerk. While this goal was an admirable one, measuring my success on a monthly or yearly basis would be impossible. 

It was also kind of mean. 

A whiskey ad, made by two amateur filmmakers, did this to me.

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Every now and then I run into something that zeros in on my eternal flaw - my inner crack - and tears it wide open. This ad will hang on me like an old coat for weeks. Look closely and you may see tears in my eyes at any moment until sometime in 2016.

It's fine. Don't worry. Just an indescribable, overwhelming, ever-present existential crisis. 

This time that thing was a Johnnie Walker ad made by two film students.