It has been a busy month. When all was falling apart around us, I escaped by working. I was lucky to be able to do just that.

I hope life is offering you enough strength to tread its rough waters. Thank you for subscribing. I am sending this message from Riyadh, Saudi Arabia-a very happening place.

In these times of insanity, I immerse myself in work. I escape to my lab. I invent, experiment, build, and forge ahead. I bleed for what humanity (or lack thereof) is doing.

In this issue, I report on men-only activities, the courage to fall, and celebrating small wins.

I am a little more pensive these days. Our worlds are witnessing drastic changes. Some are peaceful, while others are not. From my desk, I wish you serenity.

Summer is in full swing. I hope life is treating you well.

This "Tuesdays with Tony" issue is dedicated to the upcoming course I'm offering.

Welcome to the third edition of "Tuesdays with Tony," the newsletter from my laptop to your device every first Tuesday of the month.

Here's the second edition of "Tuesdays with Tony," the newsletter every first Tuesday of the month.

I will cover coaching, consulting, writing, startups, business, education, technology, use cases, and real people.

At 88, surrounded by his children and their children, he lies in a hospital bed as he witnesses his heart pumping less, his organs shutting down, and his body failing. It was only two days prior that this lover of life quit asking when his doctor would allow him to leave the hospital.

I enjoy behavioral economics and its applications. The works of Dan Ariely, Nassim Nicholas Taleb, Steven D. Levitt, Malcolm Gladwell, and Herb Simon have been excellent places for me to start. One of my interests is social currency. I'd like to share some thoughts about social investment and its proposed currency.

It doesn’t matter what has happened or is happening to us. It doesn’t matter what others did to us or how much we’ve inflicted on ourselves. Nothing matters anymore, except what we do today.

I had just finished a meeting that ended about an hour before Iftar. Taxis were scarce. So were Ubers; within 20 mins, three of them canceled on me as I stood baking in the sun. Then, AbdulRahman, my fourth attempt, messaged me in Arabic to say he was on his way. A while later, ...

The electronics kit that his dad gave him as a Christmas gift smelled like licorice. The oscilloscope had hundreds of loose components, dozens of circuits, and one ten-year-old to assemble them.

Today is Tuesday, 22 February 2022. 22.02.2022. There are mathematical descriptors for such numbers. It happens to be on a Tuesday. For many, it's the second day of a workweek. People who study the earth, the moons, the stars, and the universe talk about energies. This date falls in that realm.

What bread baking taught me about mentorship

and what I learned from them

“I’m fine. Thank you,” I replied as I was pulling my leg from under the motorbike, trying to stand up. “Is this oil from your engine, or was it already there?” she asked. I wasn’t sure. I think I lost balance as my bike got to a standstill on top of the hill at the intersection, or I might have slid on the motor oil already there.

It was a warm day. I looked up from my laptop screen to a tattoo. A barely legible one from where I was sitting and from where she was standing. Her back to me, picking up her drink. Something drew me to her. I squinted at the darn thing. Too far to read. It was too quick of an encounter for me to react.

To my left, she sat slightly shifted, looking out. Occasionally sipping from a cold drink, her virtual team meeting on her screen was engaging. This woman was so loud that I had no choice but to listen. Obnoxious, I thought! The volume of her towering voice owned the store.