Tag: Mindset

I live a little bit in the ghetto. It doesn’t feel dangerous, I like my neighbors, and the location is perfect, but in Las Vegas this is known as a terrible area. Even after being pleasantly surprised at how nice it was when I saw the place (I bought it sight unseen), I was worried…

Today we went to a gelato place called Gelatology. The owner, Desyree, used to have a place called Art of the Flavor, which was shut down under suspicious circumstances. From outward appearances it seemed as though the landlords kicked her out and then continued a business under the same name. I was excited to take…

I’m almost done watching Making of A Murderer. I don’t know how it ends yet, but it’s not much of a spoiler to say that it opens with a story about a guy, Steven Avery, who was wrongly accused of rape and served eighteen years for it. The evidence was only a shade more substantial…

Our ship docked in Dubai today. Very often the ship docks so close to downtown that you can walk, but sometimes you have to take a bus or taxi into the city center. The Dubai port, on the other hand, is pure insanity. We got out and found ourselves in a giant parking lot with…

Steam rises from my little glass teapot. It’s the fifth brewing of the Tung Ting Oolong, so it’s a little bit weak even though the color is still a clear gold. Employees of the tea shop are in front of me, an older couple across the way, and a single girl behind me. In the…

When I was a kid, I had flannel blankets. Blue and green, if my memory’s accurate. My bedroom had big french doors to the outside that made my room cold when it was winter. Even before computers, I was a night owl. My parents would make me go to bed at ten, I’d crawl into…

Todd and I sat on my couch in Vegas today. He was on his computer researching home automation stuff, and I was cleaning up my place, getting it ready to hibernate until I return. I didn’t expect to like Vegas so much, I told him with a smile. He agreed. Most of my week was…

Last night I played poker at Bellagio in Las Vegas. At one point I got pocket queens, a tremendously good hand. The hand played as expected until the last card. I got raised by a mediocre player which meant that I could be assured that he had made his hand. I had hundreds of dollars…

Due to poor planning, I had to walk a half mile or so to my motorcycle tonight before going home. Not a big deal, but it was after midnight, I was tired, and still had a few things to do. Helmet in hand, I started walking down the sidewalk towards the bike. A thought struck…

I remarked, on the way in, that we were the only people that wanted to be there. Being a defendant must be a bad time, and I doubt being a plaintiff is much better. Jurors are getting a couple bucks a day to disrupt their lives, and it’s just another day at work for everyone…