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I know that a lot of people's favorite posts are the self improvement ones. They're the most gratifying to write, and also to read the comments on.
I'd write more of them, but I hate writing them unless I feel like I'm really exemplifying the topic. Otherwise it's disingenuous. My worst nightmare would be for this site to turn into one of those other "personal development" blogs, 99% of which are written by people whose lives are not particularly outstanding, that churn out productivity porn every day.
"Ten new ways to organize your todo list!"
Today Annie told me that she has a new project. What is it? To learn where every single country is, what its capital is, its president, and ten current news items from each.
That's a handful.
I'm not willing to keep up on the presidents or news items, but countries and capitals rarely change. That's useful information to have. There were a couple times (Qatar and Hong Kong) where I didn't even know exactly where the country was before we flew in.
On July 28 I was in my RV heading back to Austin to surprise my friends.and family. As I drove, an e-mail buzzed in. A new comment on a Life Nomadic post, by a girl named Annie.
When I stopped in Dallas for the night I read the comment. A chunk of it:
I just found your website. Wow. I am a vegan, a writer and a budding entrepreneur, with a love for travel and minimalism. Every one of these themes is hit regularly here, so it's no wonder I love keeping up. I've read the whole blog.
I was talking to a religious person the other day. They spoke with 100% confidence. Then I thought about how atheists, myself included, tiptoe around religious people. We don't want to offend them. It's the same feeling you get when talking about Santa Claus around kids.
I'm done with that. Religion is ridiculous. There is no god. I'm not even capitalizing the word anymore. There is no heaven.
The ONLY reason that anyone believes in these fictions is because of tradition and information being passed down through generations.
As I've been immersing myself in poker, I've been overwhelmed by the parallels with pickup, in theory, practice, and in my experience as a student.
I'm not sure if this is pure coincidence, my mind trying to find a pattern where there's not one, or a genuine underlying pattern that probably extends to other areas of learning.
Pickup is the only other thing I can think of that I learned rapidly and by immersion. I made it my world for a year or two. As a result, I remember the learning process, whereas something like web development I can't really remember because I've been learning gradually.
EDIT: Thanks guys! He won!
A real post is coming tonight, but in the meantime I have a small favor to ask.
My dad's best friend, Bobby, is a huge Texas Longhorns fan, and he built a giant bus to tailgate. The bus was originally inspired by the bus my friends and I owned, but blows ours away in every respect. It has wood floors, a huge deck with an electric roof, plasma TVs, and even a solar powered security system.
"It's too humid for lightning," Todd said with considerable authority. He walked back in from his balcony.
"Is that really part of the equation?" I asked.
"I don't really know."
People always complain about my RSS because it usually works terribly. To be honest, it worked so poorly that all of my attempts to subscribe to my own feed to troubleshoot it have been failures.
Finally I decided that I was going to sit down and figure out what the problem was. After a bunch of dead ends, I FINALLY bit the bullet and disabled all of my plugins and then added them one by one to see if one of them broke it.
It was the plugin that made the chronological archive that used to be in the top right (now it just brings you to a blank page). Good riddance!
About a year and a half ago I started making friends with a squirrel. I would always keep some almonds in my pocket and would throw them for the squirrel to eat.
At first she wouldn't eat them anywhere near me, but by throwing them less and less far, I finally bridged the gap and got her to eat right in front of me.
Not too long after that I could get her to eat out of my hand. She would put her little paws on my hand, take the almond, and eat it while watching me suspiciously.
I wrote about becoming a pro poker player a couple weeks ago. I was going to write about something else, but two things sap my motivation:
1. I have wicked bad allergies to something, probably the Cedar-Elm, and can hardly focus on anything for more than 15 to 20 minutes before I start rubbing my eyes and sneezing.
2. All I really do now is play poker, so it's on my mind.