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I've been blogging for nine years and five months. That's a pretty long streak, and I'm sure you can imagine how big of a barrier it creates against me ever quitting. Streaks are a powerful tool in the habit-builder's arsenal. There's some magic to them that makes us want to keep them going, just for their own sake.
That's a good thing, but it can also be a problem. Sometimes you don't want to keep taking the action that's creating the streak, but you keep doing it just to keep the streak alive.
I made the decision recently to only post once per week. I decided to stick to twice a week on a whim a few years ago, and hadn't missed a week since then. But my readership has barely crept up since then, and the second-best post every week is never an amazing one.
And I dreaded doing my twice-weekly posting. I haven't been coming up with great post ideas for a while, so I feel like a lot of times I end up having to choose a subpar post to put online.
Last Thursday, four of the owners of the island converged there to tackle the biggest task so far: build the yurt. Things started going poorly even before we got there.
Brian came down with a sinus infection and a 103 degree fever. He is the physically strongest of our foursome and also probably the most knowledgeable with construction. And even if he wasn't, we needed four people to complete the project. Bailing on the trip wasn't an option, so he rested for two days and came late.
Once we got there, a forklift at the storage place broke, making it impossible for us to pick up the yurt materials until Saturday. We were leaving on Monday.
Many other bad things happened. A 16' long rafter fell and hit Lisa on the head. Our boat stopped working. Two Home Depots were each out of one critical piece for the scaffolding. The mosquitoes were the worst they've ever been there.
Last night, over dinner, I was part of a conversation about virtual and augmented reality, two technologies that aren't here yet, but are inevitable and will change a lot about our world. We marveled at the possibilities and how wonderful it might be to live in a world with these things.
Today, in Budapest, we woke up and had tea at a great local place with the strange name, 1000Tea. They do tea right-- they give you a good amount of high quality leaves, water of the right temperature, and all the accoutrement necessary for Chinese tea ceremony.
After tea we strolled around a bit and made our way to Kiraly Baths, a Turkish bathhouse that's been in operation for around five hundred years and hasn't been restored in decades. We soaked for an hour or two, alternating between hot, very hot, and cool pools of water.
As I sat in the pool, staring at the light filtering through the five-hundred-year-old glass blocks in the ceiling, I thought about how great it was to be able to soak in natural geothermically-heated water from the depths of the earth. I also thought about how incredible it was that I could drink tea anywhere in the world that was expertly grown and processed in China.
Is there anyone who isn't busier than they think they should be? I work alone and have a ton of free time, and yet even I feel like I'm constantly doing something I have to do. But it's never something I have to do because it's been handed down from on high-- it's because I've created obligation for myself.
I had an extra projector in my RV that I had intended to sell for a while. But I got busy and never spent more than a few days in my RV in a row, so it remained there until I bought my place in Vegas.
I brought it to Vegas so that I could watch a UFC fight. The way my living room is arranged is absolutely perfect for a projector. I can stuff it under the chaise-lounge part of my craigslist couch and it projects on the wall separating the kitchen from the living room, the one I really want to demolish, but is load bearing.
I was so excited about the projector that I tried to use it the next afternoon. But it was so sunny that the picture got washed out. It's a portable projector, not a full-blown home projector. But its value is about the same as a bigger one, so I resolved to finally ebay it and bought a big projector.
The power of placebos is about as clear cut as research findings come. In fact, one of the biggest challenges for drug companies is finding drugs that are more effective than placebo. Many popular drugs are only marginally more effective.
A friend of mine is an acupuncturist. He's a really smart and down to earth guy, and is open to talking about how "real" acupuncture is, despite the years of study. He says that placebo is a great solution, and if all he's doing is providing results because of the placebo effect, he's doing a good job. I agree.
I've taken medicine exactly once in my adult life. It was fifteen years ago and I had strep throat. I believe that for most things, the power of the mind is a very effective cure. And even if it's slightly less effective than real medicine, at least there are no side effects.
I'm not super-radical about this, though. If I broke my arm, I would go to the doctor and get it fixed. There's a right tool for every job, and my belief is that minor things like colds, fevers, headaches, and the like don't need medicine. You may have a different ideas that work for you, and I'm not trying to convince you to do mine. Just offering one perspective.
Today I decided to just handle everything that's been backing up, but hasn't been a top priority. I set up invoicing for the island and began to collect money from everyone to pay for upcoming expenses. I bought socks. I listed a bunch of stuff on ebay that had been collecting dust for months on my "to sell" shelf. I began the process of switching banks for the island, to avoid monthly fees. I vacuumed. Once I write this, I'll start dealing with the mountain of emails I haven't responded to.
These things have to get done, and it's nice to bring them to a close for their own rewards, but the real benefit is how smoothly everything else goes afterwards. What a feeling it is to work on a big project with no collection of minor tasks nagging in the back of your mind.
Besides the low-level nagging, these unimportant tasks can unexpectedly become top priority. If your sock suddenly has a big hole in it, you have to interrupt your work to buy new socks. This interruption of big blocks of time is toxic.
That's the important thing to remember when considering taking one day to consolidate and deal with buildup. It's not that any of these things in isolation, or even in combination, are more important than your big projects, it's that by getting them out of the way, you can give your big projects the time, focus, and attention they need.
Our ship pulled up to Gallno. The landing was nothing more than a small dock and a dirt trail that led into the large island. It's the sort of place where my sense of direction is totally adequate, just one trail with some things along it.
Sharing the trail were a couple people from the boat. One had a hand cart with some sort of cargo, and didn't speak with us. The other was a chatty woman from Stockholm who ended up leading us to the only hostel on the island, a converted schoolhouse that looked closed and had no signage whatsoever.
There's not much to do on the island, but that's a nice change sometimes. We're in the main room of the schoolhouse, converted to a big living room. I'm programming, and Justine is painting. Out the window I see purple and white flowers, green fields, and a few cows. Last night we roasted ourselves in the wood-fired sauna.
When I travel and see other foreigners, I involuntarily cringe. As if Tokyo isn't a big enough city for at least a dozen of us white devils, I feel as though my trip is somehow degraded every time I see another foreigner on the streets.
I played the World Series of Poker for the first time in 2011. Having been consistently winning at the biggest stakes available in San Francisco (which are a lot lower than the biggest stakes in Vegas), I wondered if I might have a shot at showing well in the tournament.
The World Series of Poker is actually around fifty different tournaments, covering most major varieties of poker games and playing structures. The main event is the $10,000 buy-in No Limit Hold'Em tournament. I play Limit Hold'Em, so I entered the $1500 Limit tournament. Doing well in this tournament is nowhere near as prestigious as doing well in the main event, but it's still a tough test of poker skills, and a pretty big deal.
The top 10-15% of players get "in the money", which means that they win something. Seventieth place might get $2500 back, while first gets almost $200,000. In 2011 I was most likely one hand away from making it into the money.
As I got better at poker, I'd wanted to play again, but competing trips or priorities kept me away until this year. I mentioned to a friend that I was going to play, and he offered to stake me, making it an even easier decision.
In my normal life, I eat two meals a day. A sardine and a tuna sandwich for lunch, and Chipotle for dinner. I never snack, because I know that these two meals are enough to keep me full throughout the day. When I travel, though, I go into opportunist mode. I don't know when my next meal will be, so I eat more frequently, and sometimes larger quantities.
If I'm in a new city, I'll find healthy food. Unless I'm with a group of people going for some special dessert, I don't eat any junk food. I try to balance convenience with quality, and do my best.
Airplanes are a different story, though. I'm currently on BA 771 from London to Chicago, and dinner was just served. There was Chicken Tikka Masala, some strange mayonnaise salad, a whole wheat roll with butter and cheese, and a chocolate mousse dessert.
I have to eat something, and I know where I draw the line. I should eat the bread with butter and cheese, and the chicken and vegetables part of the chicken tikka. The mayo salad looks gross, but the dessert looks really tasty. I glance at the ingredients, and they're not as repulsive as I hoped. Usually seeing artificial colors and flavors is enough to gross me out, but the weirdest thing the mousse has is natural vanilla flavor. Still, it's not good for me.
With a little encouragement from friends smarter than me, I've decided to pour some time into CruiseSheet and try to make it into an awesome cruising resource and a real business.
I think that cruises are the best value in travel, bar none, and are seriously underutilized by many people who could easily afford them, backpackers and independent workers especially. Right now all cruise sites are hard to navigate, hard to search, and geared only towards older people. I want to make something that's easy to use, makes it simple to find amazing cruise deals, and appeals to all ages.
If you haven't seen CruiseSheet in a while, a lot has changed. The biggest new feature is an amazing customized newsletter. Put your email and home port in, and you'll get a weekly update on the best deals in your city, your region, and all over the world. (Popup box for the newsletter shows up after 30 seconds)
I get a lot of newsletters, most of which I didn't intend to sign up for, and most of them are an imposition. If you're interested in cruising, this is going to be a newsletter that you look forward to receiving every week. So far we've sent out about 5000, and the response has been very positive.