Warning: This post is an experiment. In it I will lay out some stuff that I can only describe as, “new age, psycho babble, weird, gobbledygook”. Normally, I am vehemently against that sort of thing but I’m a pragmatist firstI do what works. I am going to share a mental exercise that you can go through sometime. I cannot explain to you how it works, I can only tell you that it does. It is up to you to suspend any disbelief and go for it.
The only thing you are risking is a little bit of your time and some brain juice. Since you’re already on my blog I know you have some of both to spare so invest them here. You will thank yourself later.
I first went through this exercise in the spring of 2010 and have continued to repeat it at least annually since. I think of this as a software update for my brain and each year I go in and make tweaks/changes so that my software is always running at maximum efficiency. Continue reading
I cannot say enough good things about Medellin, Colombia! I am head over heels in love.
I had been hearing some buzz about Medellin ever since I started traveling and that buzz is very well deserved. I can absolutely see this become a top travel destination in South America over the next decade and it’s definitely a place I’ll be coming back to over and over again. It’s only a 3 hour flight from Miami and it’s serviced by Spirit Air now, meaning cheap flights are easy to get.
Medellin has an extremely recent, very bloody history. Boasting 500+ homicides per month in Medellin alone just over a decade ago. You wouldn’t really know it by walking the streets today, the city is extremely charming. To be honest, I think the horrifying history and recent drug wars somewhat adds to the romantic appeal of Medellin. Everyone else can talk about the history, I want to talk about what’s going on today!
So what exactly is happening in Medellin? Continue reading
“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours. If they don’t, stalk them”
I always chuckle at that line, though now I can’t recall where I heard it. It doesn’t fit in at all with what I’m going to talk about, but it’s funny all the same.
I should start, as one must, by hedging my bets against potential inaccuracies. Love is of course a mystery. I don’t begin to pretend that I understand it. I don’t know that it’s meant to be understood.
The only way I begin to comprehend anything about love is by discovering what it’s not.
Love is not sex. Sex is sex. To confuse the two will lead to poor performance in both endeavors. Continue reading
In this post I’m going to layout the foundation upon which I live what I consider to be a pretty good life. I hope that they help you to do the same. I’ve been carrying this around with me for the last year and it’s sort of like my own reference book. When I feel sad or like I am in a rut, I just check back to this list to see what is out of line. It’s the underlying mechanics that make the engine that is my life run smoothly.
This is doubly cool in that as far as I can tell it is pretty much immune to circumstance. If I follow my own advice here then it doesn’t matter where in the world I am or what I’m going through I’m usually outrageously content and fulfilled. If I let some of the items go unchecked it’s a slow drop into mediocrity and misery. Continue reading
I think it’s important to begin my musings on boozing by addressing the inevitable repercussion that we all face from time to time after indulging too enthusiastically in spirits, the dreaded hangover. Before I instill in everyone a dipsomaniacal disposition to drink, I feel obligated to share with you my painfully researched (I mean that literally) hangover cure.
As I strive to become s more serious and practical drinker, I continue to learn a variety of tactics to help avoid this pitfall. However, anyone that drinks even occasionally is bound to have a night where their imbibing gets a bit out of hand and that will predicate a morning (and better part of the following day) of misery and suffering. Just in case you find yourself in that sordid state of affairs right now, I will get down to business.
I’d like to pay tribute to the late great Kingsley Amis. His book, “Everyday Drinking” and it’s chapter on the hangover is where I adapted my own hangover cure from. It was the inspiration 100%. It’s also a great book for anyone that likes drinking.
It’s important to understand the two headed snake that is “The Hangover”. First, you have the physical hangover (PH). On it’s own the PH is painful enough and difficult to cope with. Still, it’s difficulty is compounded as soon as you accept part two of the hangover.
That is of course, The Spiritual Hangover (SH).
Symptoms of Physical Hangover:
- General fatigue and soreness of the body
- Vertigo and sensitivity to light & sound
- Tremors, sweating, and Increased pulse and systolic blood pressure.
Or as I like to call it. Sunday
Symptoms of Spiritual Hangover:
- Self loathing
- A firm understanding that you are a useless human being who has no value to the world
- Further recognition that no one, not even your family, loves you and that they never could.
- Fear for the future
Most hangover cures talk about treating this sickness as if it were only the physical body we were dealing with. In my view, the spiritual hangover has far more compounding and damaging effects if left untreated. A hangover is not just an illness, it’s a direct challenge to the human spirt’s will to go on. Continue reading
Not a lot of people know this, but I cut my teeth as an online poker player. That’s how I went from being a dead broke 15 year old, to only moderately broke 18 year old. I learned a lot of valuable lessons, in here are 8 of them. But first, some back story.
The first poker tournament I ever won happened when I was a month shy of 16 years old. It was the $22 9:10PM Heads Up Matches. There were something like 170 entrants, and a first place prize of $1100. I’d been grinding out the low stakes $5.25 Heads up SNGs (that means Sit & Go, 2 players register, game starts, play 1 on 1 until one player has all the chips and they win the pot, minus the houses take of 5%). I played the 4 man version where there were 2 tables each playing 1 on 1, the winners went on to the final round, and the winner got $20. I literally played 20-30 matches per day, every single day. I’d play before school, in school I’d review hand histories and read 2p2 posts I printed out discussing various strategies for heads up matches.
The $22 nightly tournament was always my “big shot” game. If I’d had a good session that evening, I’d play it. If not, no thanks. I was constantly “going broke” and having to wait tip I could scrounge up $100 to give to my friend’s dad to transfer to me on the site so I could start playing again. Of course I was playing under my mother’s name as you had to be 18 to be on the site.
As soon as I got a taste of poker for money, I was hooked. I recognized that it was a game of skill, and that I could leverage my infinite free time as a broke 15 year old to learn well enough to make an extremely modest income. I’d watch Phil Ivey and Daniel Negraneu on High Stakes Poker and read about the Las Vegas lifestyle of high end poker players and think to myself, “Mathematically at my current win-rate and bankroll it’ll take me 100 years to make it to that level if I live with zero expenses, but wow it must be nice.”
Being the youngest son of a single mother of four, who worked part time in the deli of a grocery store to make an attempt at making ends meet. A $3/hr average rate playing poker on the computer in my room was totally worth it. Every day I’d grind and ruthlessly pursue improving my game. Then it paid off. Continue reading