pseudo limitations and the temple of doom

Most people?  Suck.  The give-uppers.  The naysay believers.  The world-is-out-to-get-me, uh ‘ers’.  Most people?  Are not me.  If there’s one thing I’ve always understood, it’s this;  the only thing truly capable of limiting me?  My potential?  My future?

Is me.

For most people?  The list is endless.  Current circumstances.  Past experiences.  Lack of education.  Skills.  And on, and on and on and yawn and yawn and yawn.  All of these things, and any others you dare to dream up arn’t actual limitations.  They’re pseudo limitations.  Pseudo, as in fake.  As in “not real“.

As in; shut up, tune in, and shake off - the shackles of your own self doubt.

I’d reckon there are three categories all pseudo limitations fall into:

1)  IT’S NEVER BEEN DONE, HOW CAN I POSSIBLY EXPECT TO DO IT?

Guess what?  Everything on earth?  Every invention?  Innovation?  Revolution of any kind?  Had never been done.  Before it was.  Do you hope to be a follower, or a pioneer?  Read more

accidental google fanboy

Wanna hear something scary?  It’s about Google.  Ready?  They own you.  If not now?  Soon.  And for the rest of your life.  Not ‘own’ as in the way you ‘own’ your iPod.  No, no.  “Own” as in the way you own your dog.  Someone who’s completely dependent on you for their very existence.  Their food.  Their shelter.  Their poop pick up.  Ever since they went public, I’ve been wary of the day I’ll receive my monthly, Google endorsed Social Security check (complete with contextually relevant ads in the margin - “Old Man?  Still Horny?  Geeser-Gropers.com”).  They’re getting into Read more

me, i’m not (thank gawd)

One of the fringe benefits of being a psychiatrist?  You get to feel better about your own life by seeing how screwed up other people’s are.  Non-psychiatrists can enjoy the same perk.  How?  Ride the bus.  Pretty much any bus.  You’ll hear fucked up tales of woe that make your recent break up, stubbed toe, or missing cat seem rosy in comparison.

Case in point?  This lovely quote;  overheard on the 16th street mall ride:

“I’d be so much further along in life if i didn’t have such an antagonistic case worker…”

The conversation that followed; about his CO never returning his calls, and then reprimanding him for not being ’serious’ about his situation, was disturbing and sad in equal doses.

I may have problems, but dealing with a ‘case worker’, antagonistic or otherwise, isn’t one of them.

white lies - to lose my life review

Sometimes brooding, sometimes balmy, White Lies finds a niche between the stark, sterile sonics of Interpol and poppier, less intelligent “indie-rock” bands like Franz Ferninand and The Bravery.

Their debut album “To Lose My Life” is a seemingly somber, yet surprisingly optimistic effort.  It’s also one of the most consistent discs in recent memory.  Hook laden guitar work,  subtle synths and tight, compressed beats underpin smart songs about love, life, and regret.

Standouts include title track Read more

perfect timing

People love fucking with themselves.  Nowhere is this more apparent than in their pessimistic perception of luck, fate and opportunity.  Newsflash:  You control all three.  Every second.  Of every day.  Of your life.  The most important element of this control?  One of the only things on earth you actually CAN control;  your attitude.  I’ve talked about it before (see here), but have a new example for you:

All.  Timing.  Is.  Perfect.

What the hell am I talking about?  Glad ya asked.  One thing I hate hearing, and no longer allow myself to say, is any variation on this:

“This couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

“Our timing sucks…”

“If only this could have waited until….”

Guess what?  It couldn’t.  Wouldn’t.  Didn’t.

Whatever ‘it’ is, it happened when it happened.

Now, you’re forced to deal with it.  You have two choices;  You can throw your hands up in despair, lamenting the chronological chaos that “did this to you”.  Or, you can start looking.  For what?  The escape hatch.  The secret opportunity.  The unseen perk.  Of “this” happening.  More importantly, of this happening.. Read more

the starbucks suck-o-meter

I can always tell how annoying someone is by listening for the following statement:

“Oh no thank you..  I only drink Starbucks coffee.”

Well la-dee-da your royal heiness.  Not only have you cemented your reputation as a pompous ass in my eyes, but you’ve also proven you’re an absolute imbecile when it comes to coffee.  Starbucks, in my none too humble opinion, is some of the nastiest java on earth.  Its burned, overly bitter taste speaks for itself.

What’s it saying?

“I suck!  Drink me for $5 a cup!”

So nice of you to obey.

Well played, sir or madam.  May we never meet again.

interview your peeps: cash tech

Over the past few months, I’ve learned some amazing things.  These lessons have come courtesy of the first five interviews I’ve conducted (see here).  A few examples?

A common household item that can be used as a menacing, non-lethal weapon in a street fight.

You can learn a lot from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  About being a solid guy.

Some people don’t consider Deadmau5 a good dj.

Personal power can’t exist in a vacuum.

Some guys are complimenting the blouse, some guys are complimenting the boobs.

These seemingly random items, in context, have been more educational than you can imagine. Read more

gold star for you

If my parents wanted to make a million dollars, they’d write a book.  On parenting.  It would be a bestseller.  It would also change the future.  Of adolescence.  Of adulthood.  For the better.  For the much, much better.  Many of their techniques, in retrospect, were like psychological magic tricks.  Little comments and suggestions dropped almost subliminally that shaped my sister and I as the independent, optimistic pillars of society we are today.  Granted, we’re pillars holding up very different parts of the temple (mine is a cozy annex in the red light district just down the street), but we’re both doing our part.

Strong.  Focused.  Alive.

On the other hand, they also employed some methods that are more common.  Common amongst wise, loving parents who want their children to succeed, anyway.

My wonderful mom and dad learned early on there is a lot of truth in the old cliche “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar”.  Why?

Punishment.  Is.  Poison.

Obviously, there are certain actions and behaviors that deserve punishment. Read more

orange peel moses - pussy whipped review

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, Velcro City Records brings us a welcome alternative to cliche overload.  Orange Peel Moses’ “Pussy Whipped” is the perfect antidote to the sickly sweet Hallmark nonsense clogging up store shelves.   OPM; performance artist, singing telegram man extrordinaire and Denver’s favorite renaissance rogue is back with a naughty, electrosexy ode to happiness in slavery.  A cheeky blend of r&b beats and slow-burn house, the song speaks for anyone who’s gone overboard with obsession… while smiling all the way.

maybe i made plans
consider them canceled
nothing i’d rather do
than you.. you.. you

And they say romance is dead.

Listen to the stream here

Buy it at Beatport

Visit Orange Peel Moses here for upcoming appearances, release info, and more

the virtue of selfish charity

Mark my words.  One day.  I will be.  Extremely rich.  This concept amuses and bores me in equal doses.  It amuses me because of the foolish heathens gunning for my failure.  Proving them wrong will be a delicious treat indeed.  It bores me for a far more important reason;  I’m happy.  Right now.  Happier than I’ve ever been.  While living in relative poverty.  One of the greatest epiphanies of my entire life has evolved over the last two barely-making-ends-meet years:

Happiness and wealth can be mutually exclusive.

The benefits to my mindset, outlook, and emotional health of this realization cannot be overstated.  Still, the money is coming.  I need to prepare for it.  I have no less than three paths to richness.  They are running in parallel.  They are on track.  They are unstoppable.

Over the next few years, my financial situation will change dramatically.  The money will come.  Then what?

Well, somethings, certainly.

I have a tiny to-do list on my post-wealth radar screen. Read more

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