Ok, not really. BUT... there's a big article about me in the Austin newspaper, the Austin American Statesman. I'm on the front of the XLent section, which is the weekend entertainment section. If you're not in Austin, you can read it here : XLent.
I did the interview last May but it kept getting pushed back. Finally I got a call from the art director from the Statesman asking when I could do a photo shoot. That was a couple weeks ago and today, Thursday, the article comes out.
If you FOUND my site because of the article, here are some of my best posts for you to read :
How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist
Breaking into the Tunnels under UT
Living with Courtney Love
What happens when you put a 3100 Gallon Swimming Pool in your Living Room?
Why I Don't Drink
Exploring Airman's Cave
How to Have an Interesting Life
Trying to Pick Up Topanga (and Failed Miserably)
How to ALWAYS Be Happy
Buying and Converting a School Bus
How I Became a Pro Gambler
Enjoy... come see my friends and I at Tazeroke on Tuesdays at Shakespeare's Pub on 6th.
Also, for my regular readers... I have a big post on how I totally overcame slacking and procrastination coming up soon!
Great to hear from you... we'll have to catch up before I head out.
I didn't tell him to make up a story. I told him to find one from his past, but he was really struggling with it.
Finally he was like, "Can I just make one up?"
I said, "Umm... I guess so, but you should really come up with some real ones for the future."
We were going out in just 15-30 minutes so it was a compromise. But I do agree... using fake stories is pretty lame.
Hey, Ty. Been a long time. Your oats announcement on MySpace reminded me to catch up on all thing, Ty.
I read the article. I love every bit of it, except the part where you told the AFC to make up a story. That has come back to bite me in the past and I've always regretted it. You of all people are a shining example of... Live. Life. Awesome.
If the AFC feels like he had to make something up then he's not living life awesome and he deserves his AFC life. I think the karma gods deliver what we earn. He's not earning it if he had to make up an interesting personal story.
Ever think of becoming an Awesome Coach?
dear asshole. you are a fucking douchebag, and i wish i had the words to state it more clearly. you were once my customer, and while i found you somewhat annoying, i had no idea what a complete waste of human flesh you were til i read the XLent article. read some philosophy. please, do anything. if you hold yourself in such high regard, please do something to justify it. and stop coming in to my shop for oatscreme, because the next time i see you is gonna be the first time i ever puked on shift. women are human beings and you're a fucking child. go fuck yourself.
I just finished reading the article. Pretty good press. I'm actually doing my own personal research on remaining friends with an ex. We'll see if it's possible =)
Today's story is dedicated to my good friend Austin. I moved from Boston to Austin my freshman year of high school and of course had no friends here. On the very first day I made friends with the people who remain my best friends to this day, and I consider that to be perhaps the most fortunate event of my life.
One of those friends is Austin. Now in the military flying whirly-copters, he used to be the one guy (well, actually I could pretty much always count on Terry too) who would always be in for a crazy plan.
This scheme fell right into our laps.
I recall recently having a dream, where I was exploring an area something like the Grand Canyon. I was at the top, hiking, enjoying the view of the canyon below, feeling the tiredness in my legs as I walked endlessly, but none the less feeling good. It was a pleasant dream.
My perspective changed when I suddenly became aware that I was dreaming. I remember pausing, taking a moment to try little, impossible things to verify this. There was a rock I owned as a kid, dug out of the clay bank near Lake Kashagawigamog, that I had carried with me for weeks after the visit. I knew the weight, the smooth feel, the dimensions, and I knew, it had been lost almost forty years ago, so there was no way it would be in my pocket. Yet, there is was, and my lucid dream state was confirmed.
One thing I've been able to do since I was a kid, when I would accidentally lucid dream, was fly. At first, it was more like hovering in place, then slight movements. As years past, I learned how to move up and down, then how to adjust my speed. Yes, I actually had to teach myself how to fly properly in my own dreams. Now, as an adult, I can soar as high and as fast as my imagination can take me, and here I was, on the edge of a giant chasm, so I took the plunge. It was exciting, invigorating and memorable.
When I woke up, I felt so alive and refreshed, like I often feel after a good run, or a particularly satisfying writing stint. I felt like I had accomplished something, yet in reality I hadn't - it was all im my mind.