What the Hell Does That Even Mean?
A Mind on Fire is the feeling one has when they have the desire to create. While not the same as the need to eat, sleep, or fuck, the need to create is definitely within the recesses of the mind and it is a powerful motivator. A mind on fire is the feeling one has when obsessed with an idea. The obsession toils round and round in the brain until further thought is superfluous and the idea must be put to rest. The only way to sate said obsession is to purge it from the mind. Good or bad, ugly or beautiful, rest doesn’t come until the idea has been realized, crafted and shared. That is a mind on fire.
The name came about during a two-day text-a-thon between Mike Hart and Jon Romeo. The texts were centered around renaming their old entertainment blog from “Hard On Reviews” and finding a url that wasn’t a free sub domain from Blogger, Tumblr or WordPress. Basically, Hart and Romeo decided to put their big-boy breeches on and try to run a website. Whether this iteration will be successful or not remains to be seen. Also, the name had to be changed as neither Hart nor Romeo wanted their names to be associated with a site that sounded like it rated men’s erections.
About the Writers
All from Knoxville, Tennessee, Jonathan Romeo, Andrew Gallaher and Mike Hart find themselves in different situations.
Hart followed his wife to Denver would be the route to go. Mike and his wife follow the golden rule: Whoever makes the gold, makes the rules. Since his wife makes the gold and he likes her a good bit, he figured to give Denver a try. It was a good move on his part landed his first, post-navy full-time gig.
Andy G for short, is a digital media designer for a local college, previously for some radio stations. If you’re wondering what a digital media designer is, he helps make the internet look pretty. When not at work, he is either at the gym or involved in generally nerdy activities.
Romeo, in a fit of testosterone filled rage, decided rural South was too tame for someone of his nature. Packing his laptop, four cats, and one clean pair of socks into a duffle bag, he rode the winds of change past the coldest parts of the Yukon, to the wild frontier called Alaska. A world where the biggest crime is not having enough hair on your nuts to keep them from freezing off. An area so rough, if you aren’t stabbed by a dime-store Walter White, you run the risk of being eviscerated by rogue moose.