My fiance’s dog Chumi is a lug of a mutt. He’s a poodle mixed with something else. The result is a fat 20-pound black poodle the size of a small backpack always shuffling his curly-haired paws around. I love him. He’s always got a smile.
Today in my fiance’s garage he started jumping around biting an invisible enemy. He knocked over buckets, brooms, boxes, everything with a B. His eyes were glowing red as he salivated.
We think he was going after a frog. Twice before he’s bitten a poisonous frog, and my fiancee has had to wash his mouth out.
Apparently this is a thing. Dogs get addicted to feeling stoned off of frog toxins. My girl think his eyes and hearing might be bugging out because of this.
I think of years ago, rummaging through a couch, a bedside table, a carpet, that wooden lining on the wall, everything when I dropped one. I wonder if I looked like Chumi.
San Jeronimo house in the mountains. You’d pick up the home phone. On the end of the shorthairs of another line you’d hear a couple arguing. Rapid fire. It drifts off and fades in. It’s not conducive to straightened thoughts while you stare at the tall underbrush.
There’d be those naps at just the right time on a sockeye fishing vessel. They were an hour long, but felt like eight.
Throw a twoflower over here.
The Aurora Australis (southern lights) as seen from the International Space Station on July 15, 240 miles above the Earth’s surface. Image by astronaut Joseph Acaba.
San Andreas raised me. Aspertame baby, cosmonaut from the 80′s.
First lesson of the day done with Bertulsons. I’m not feeling the wear and tear yet. This is hour 17 of lessons/appointments/consultations this week. It’s going to be 20 by the end of the day.
Tomorrow I’m going to work on what was going to be my day off. I’m not really bummed out. I like working on a lot when it’s my own work, when the money I make is directly related to how much work I put in.
I like to keep people uncomfortable. That gives me the betting lead.
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I don’t mean to sound overly pessimistic. I think humans are generally nice when it suits them.
You consider the population of the mentally ill around the world and the normal person’s access to weapons, it’s amazing there’s not more mass shootings and stabbings. I would like to think this is a testament to the good of man, but I’m more inclined to believe humans just don’t want to be in such uncomfortable state, and human life does mean something to all of us.
The normal person will help you out when its little bother to them.
They’ve done tests where a guy goes into a coffee shop. He throws his keys to the first person he sees and says “watch my Ferrari,” and runs off. Something like 98% of the time the guy just holds onto the keys and does nothing for an hour while the madman runs off to do whatever was too important for his Ferrari.
Apparently when they went into a coffee shop and said “who will watch my Ferrari?” there was a much higher incidence of theft.
Maybe this is how we should do presidential elections. Whoever volunteers is automatically assumed to be nuts. The highest IQ person on the side saying “f this” should probably get the roll.
I have no idea if that study is true. Penn Teller said it once. I think it’s probably right.
Humans are not bad, but they need to be dissatisfied. My dog is the happiest entity I know. That’s why his spawn and his spawn’s spawn will not evolve. You need to be discontent to try and form a tool. The normal way isn’t enough for you.
Humans must be lazy. We, in every single society on earth, allow 1% to control 99%. The Native Americans, the Aztecs, Egyptians, Greeks, the Chinese, everyone, 99% need orders.
I think people have evolved into being part of that 99% with as little pain as possible. Which means the least amount of exertion in their jobs.
I believe this to be the truth. Maybe I’m wrong, but things seem to be making much more sense since I thought this way.
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I’m worn out, but really enjoying myself. 20+ lessons, consultations, and appointments this week. The new series is coming out on Pocketfives Training. Hootsuite has taught me how to more effectively bomb my audience with advertisements and blogs. Words seem to fly from my fingers when I type now. My voice is holding out with this essential oil my girlfriend has me use. I am in general very happy.
It was difficult committing myself to MTTs. I love them, dearly, and miss playing every day. I am one man, bound by variance like the rest of us. Playing 30 tournaments a day is high risk and high reward. Playing cash games is a slow steady return.
When I teach it’s like winning 0.75 buy-ins per hour at 200 NL with $0 invested, every single hour I play. I consult for Wall Street traders trying to get into the game. I consult for businesses and backing operations. I take percentages of tens of players, and share none of their losses. Every day is a winning day.
I am addicted, but I need to find time for the more important things as well. Succeeding in my field feels tremendous. Being the man on the side of the road selling pick axes and shovels during the gold rush feels like a smart investment. Using that energy I want to propel myself to other smart time investments.
I need time off. I worked from 8:00 AM yesterday till midnight, with only a couple hours off for breaks. It’s exhilarating to be in control of your destiny, but I can’t let it consume me. I haven’t read The Bible in a couple days. I haven’t worked out in a couple days. I’ve been so busy. Today I’m taking off after I’m done teaching at 3:00 to go to my fiance’s parents house. They’re such great people to speak to, and the mother always cooks me a meal. She’s so sweet. It’s a great place to recharge.
Next Wednesday morning I had to put it in my schedule to take my dog to the park here. I love to run with him when he’s off the leash. It’s been so hard to find time. There’s always a new person to call, new work to get done, and a new idea to pursue.
My friends who paid hundreds of thousands to go to college bust their ass for $34.25 an hour if they are at the most highly paying company in the country in a managerial position. I feel lazy and ungrateful if I do not take advantage of this opportunity God has blessed me with. At some time however, there needs to be an acknowledgement of something other than money.
You gotta make time for your friends, even if you can only talk to them through Skype now.
One kid never showed. First time that’s happened in a while. People are so kind they change their schedules when I got the time wrong. Oh well. More time for my head to bounce off the desk to the beat.
Apparently Chumi was chasing a plump black baby mouse. The mouse died in the rat poison.
Talked to my Mom for her birthday. She sounds really well. She’s enjoying a book I sent to her. It’s nice to be able to talk books and TV shows with my mother. I feel there’s more for us to talk about. It’s difficult to find that default safe territory for a conversation with my father. I don’t watch sports really.
Got a two hour lesson done with a Swiss student.
They have these huge cans of tuna here with vegetables, mostly small carrot and sweat peas. My dog goes insane for tuna. I’ve thrown him pieces of steak before and he’s not cared. He smells tuna though he’s sweating me.
Combine that tuna with a bowl of rice and instant five minute lunch, meat, starch, and vegetables.
The tuna also comes in this red sauce that makes the rice taste insanely.
Nothing holds a candle still to bibimbop.
Fourth lesson done with my Latvian student’s student. I really enjoy teaching Latvians. Always really polite. I just always feel like I woke them up.
When washing a fruit for someone its necessary to turn the faucet on two times. You can’t do it for a few seconds then turn it off. You have to act like “I’m really getting into this, so much so that I gotta do a double bath on it.”
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