I Believe… [Corporate Culture]
Don Hall Don Hall

I Believe… [Corporate Culture]

…that the overall culture of any organization does not come from the top down but from how those on the bottom are treated. If the janitors feel valued, well compensated, and respected, the bathrooms will shine.

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Mastering Disappointment: A Kamala Harris Love Affair
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Mastering Disappointment: A Kamala Harris Love Affair

Kamala had the great benefit of a fantastic summer romance working in her favor. A short lived, white hot affair that would end before it could burn out. With about three months from candidacy to Election Day, I wouldn’t grow tired of Kamala. Neither would America. The joy she and her campaign were trafficking would carry us to a victory. Then we could settle into the day-to-day doldrums of romance. Probably fall out of love and elect someone else in 2028.

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Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 29, 2024
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Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 29, 2024

My 2-year-old is in this phase where he points to every woman he sees on the street or on TV or in books and says, Mommy!” He does the same thing with men, exclaiming, “Daddy!” Yesterday, at the grocery store, he picked up a Star magazine with Diddy on the cover, pointed to Diddy and shouted, “Daddy!” My son doesn’t see color, wealth, or crimes against humanity. He sees only gender. To prove this theory, I will show him a photo of Rachel Maddow to see if he says, “Mommy” or “Daddy.”

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In Praise of Blasphemy
Don Hall Don Hall

In Praise of Blasphemy

Blasphemy is a method to force the mind to confront the conformist dogma at play at any given time. To crack open the calcified bone cages of concrete certainty and challenge the mind so happy to be imprisoned.

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Running Through Your Past
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Running Through Your Past

I wound through parts of Flossmoor I didn’t even know existed, despite growing up there. Oh! That’s where Flossmoor Hills Elementary is. I just never had any reason to journey to that part of town. In the familiar parts, I found myself thinking about my childhood. Acknowledging all the landmarks with memories. That’s where I ditched school that one time and smoked cigarettes when I should have been in math class. This is where my high school friends and I would meet before school to smoke cigarettes. There’s where there used to be a church where I once tried to woo a girl by playing her punk songs as we sat in her car—it didn’t work—and would sometimes smoke cigarettes. I wasn’t a teenage smoker, but, apparently, when I did smoke, I did it all over town.

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