Josh W

Josh W

The Deep End

My daughter audibly gasped. Not even her swim goggles could hide the fact that her eyes had just widened in horror.  This wasn’t a Code Brown or one of those annoying kids who smells bad and splashes everyone incessantly…no, it…

Outrunning False Dichotomies

I was recently spotted in THIS VIDEO attempting to outrun Clinical Mediocrity, AI-generated Doggerel, Tribalistic Groupthink, and Old Age. I left the first three in the dust…#4 is a different story! So I’m sprinting in the video, so no matter…

Echo Chamber

An attending physician and a resident confidently waltzed into the patient’s room.   “I’m so glad you’re here,” the patient gasped between crackling coughs.  “I’m super short of breath and my heart is racing.” “Let’s take a look,” the senior physician…

From Windbreakers to Breakaway Sweatpants

As previously mentioned, I spent most of my Elementary School years zealously Breaking Wind.  And given that my Windbreakers had vanquished any last vestiges of breezes, gusts, and zephyrs in Southern Idaho, I needed to expand my fashion horizons as…

Shake Weights and Shaky Relationships

Early in our marriage, my wife and I were invited to an Employee Christmas Party.  And we were excited to hear that this corporate event featured a WHITE ELEPHANT GIFT EXCHANGE.  Given our robust experience with Youth Group White Elephant…

Bring Back the Windbreaker

In the 1990s, I didn’t wear jackets. I refused hoodies; they would have obscured my epic bowl cut. And despite my affection for Mr. Rogers, cardigans didn’t appeal to me, either. I broke wind. Publicly. Boldly. Loudly. Frequently. I not…

Proudly Painting Pictures

Being an adult is lame, and I’m pretty bad at it.  Conversely, being a kid is the best! And when you were a little kid, you probably drew some pictures littered with unidentifiable squiggles, a hodgepodge of smeared stippling, and…

Guitar Hero

Not many of us ever get the chance to do something truly heroic, but early in the 21st century the game GUITAR HERO was released.  And via plastic guitar and whammy bar, some of my previously non-descript friends vaulted to…