This is not a reinvention story

I've switched beats at Forbes, and it's been pretty rewarding so far. I wrote about the process:

The week before that I took a pole dancing class and discovered that I would make a terrible stripper: “Gyms for Women Sell More Than Fitness.”

Today, I interviewed a porn lawyer, talked to a co-founder of Taser, and set up a meeting with a molecular mixologist.

I plan to talk to the guy holding the sign on the corner with the reference to the Bible on it, but I haven’t done that yet.

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Prayer

Prayer, Shanghai, China

Jesus Saves

Jesus Saves, Chicago, Illinois

Is investing in Apple a sin?

Over on my Forbes blog, I ponder the question: "Is Apple a Sin Stock?"

This piece was really interesting to research. I particularly enjoyed talking to the Vice Fund manager and the Jesuit priest.

Suffice to say, I don't spend a lot of time hanging around portfolio managers or priests.

“If you take cigarettes from a smoker, and alcohol from a drinker, and an iPhone from what we might consider an over-user of Apple products, would the withdrawal behaviors be equal?” Sullivan wonders. “I think they could be.”

Hopefully, I'll be doing more of these types of pieces moving forward.

My next one is on Republicans, porn, and the future.

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The Sin Eaters

I saw "The Bourne Legacy." It was OK. I missed Mr. Damon.

There's an interesting part in it, where he talks about sin eaters. Which relates to something I'm working on that has to do with sin.

On Tuesday, I'll be talking to a priest and see what he has to say about sin and those who eat it.

The return of journalism sausage

A series I was doing on my Forbes blog last year is back. It's called "How Your Journalism Sausage Gets Made," and while it started out as one thing, I've transformed it into something else.

Find out my new focus in "How Your Journalism Sausage Gets Made, Part 13: Starting Over."

What?

Doctor: "Are you a murder?"

Me: "Am I a what?"

Doctor: "Are you a martyr?"

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Bed

I got stuck in DC on the way to NYC, on account of the storm, that left all the snow, and the endless stampeding herd that is humanity. Life could be worse.

I get nervous flying, sometimes. During the ascent, the man in the seat next to me told me: "The day He pulled you from your mother's womb, He gave you a set number of days." That was supposed to console me. "But how many!" I wailed. He had no answer for me.

Tomorrow, I'll be in another place.