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!
Last week I had a new high subscriber count, 960, so hopefully having a feed that actually works will boost that even more.
Hmmm.... no one likes reading a short post, so let's throw some other little news items in here.
In a week I'm going to Vegas and LA. Vegas to meet a new friend and LA to see my old friends. I should have some interesting things to write about after that.
Todd and I have been fleshing out dates and routes for the first Life Nomadic three-month trip of 2009. It's hard to contain all we want to do in such a short period of time. We've found a couple really cool things we're going to do, and we may leave a week early to learn to kite surf with Lance Mason. He's really into it.
Our new amazing skateboards come in next week! Can't wait. I don't think I've ever properly written about these electric skateboards, but I'll do a full review with video and all that.
In further news, I just bought the most hilarious bathing suit ever. Yes! It all started from wanting to get a smaller bathing suit for packing... and this is where I ended up.
Okay, 75% through a much more substantial post. But first... Ethiopian food. Mmmm....
Growing up, I always found you to be interesting, little did I know how interesting your life would become. All the best.
That's cool! Your posts used to take about two or three days to show up on my Google reader. I just received all three at once, that means something is right. Congrats!
When you write every day, coming up with topics becomes the hard part of it all. So whenever I go on a trip, I try to wring a post out of it. In some cases, like the Peru trek, the thread is easy to find and get on paper, but today is my last day in Tulum, and I'm not sure what to write about exactly.
I've been here for nine days, and for the first seven days I was ambivalent about being here. That's not to say that I wasn't having an awesome time, only that I also really love just being in San Francisco and working, too. Even though everyone here sort of acts as if it isn't, Tulum is an extremely touristy place. I'm in paying in pesos, but my food costs more than it does in San Francisco. And, having traveled a fair amount, I've developed an allergy to touristy places. On top of all that, although I'm no stranger to being called a hippie, compared to the average resident here, I'm a suit. Phrases like "the Universe has brought you here", "There's no such thing as tomorrow. Only today." and "Do you want an astrology reading?" are commonplace.
All that said, I've come to agree that there's something magical about the place. I first had this thought last night. I was sitting on a loungy sort of couch with my friend Anderson, and one by one the friends I've made over the past week came to join us. At one point I look up and I realize that within my view are the smiles of a dozen or so people who I actually really like and care about on some level. It's a ragtag bunch, too-- a Bulgarian who looks like the Michaelangelo statue, maybe because he's always popping down to do a few reps on the Ab-Roller he carries around; a founding member of an infamous hacker group, who is most likely here avoiding the law (and he's not the only one); a waifish New York yoga teacher who fled a wedding and spends a lot of time on the couch wearing oversized headphones; an Australian girl who may just be the friendliest person I've ever met; and a bunch of others. In the background someone I'm told is "one of the best DJs in LA" is playing music and playing the bongos. Beyond the open living room we're all sitting in, are the sounds of crashing Caribbean waves.
We talk about nothing much. Over the past couple days we've dedicated hours to both deciding what animal everyone most resembles (koala bear seems to be the consensus for me), and to coming up with nautical police phrases ("License and crustacean, please"). The community here is mostly transient. Some, like me, stay for durations measured in days. For others it's weeks, months, or even years.
If you told me a decade ago that I would love fitness, I would’ve thought you were insane. Yup. Batshit crazy. That’s because ten years ago, I was a 220 lb couch potato that loathed exercise more than anyone I knew. Seriously, I hated exercise like Garfield hates Mondays.
So what’s different now? In terms of my necessities, fitness is right up there with eating, sleeping, and sex.
The secret of fitness is to learn to think of it in the same way as you think about eating, sleeping, and sex.
Ironically, the excitement caused me to wake up late from tossing and turning all night. After glancing at my alarm clock in horror, I quickly downed my morning coffee and hustled to the gym. If I didn’t, I would have had that nagging feeling of missing a workout, a feeling that lasts all day.