Saying that LA sucks is a cliché, but cliché’s don’t exist in a vacuum. There’s a kernel of truth in each one.
I’ve lived in Los Angeles for 6 years this September. It’s the longest continuous time I’ve ever lived in one place since I was 4, but it wasn’t until I moved Downtown that I realized why Los Angeles sucks, and it’s closely tied into another cliché about Los Angeles: the fact that everyone here is superficial.
Now, obviously, that’s not entirely true. There’s great people in LA, just like there are great people in Dubuque, Iowa. There’s a level of work ethic here that’s centered around creativity that I’ve never seen anywhere else. New York’s the only place with a deeper appreciation of “hustling”, but it’s mostly in pursuit of the almighty dollar because Manhattan has turned into a playground for rich people and without money you can’t even peer over the fence to take a look at that playground. …
They get a lot of flack for weird lyrics, which I can’t deny.
I was listening to the 1998.04.04 Cavern today, which is a thick-saucy-slowdown funk version, with lyrics like:
Give the director a serpent deflector
a mudrat detector, a ribbon reflector
a cushion convector, a picture of nectar
a virile dissector, a hormone collector
Whatever you do take care of your shoes
That’s weird. I get it.
The song Stash has some of the most absurd Phish lyrics ever, stuff like:
Smegma, dogmatagram, fishmarket stew
Police in a corner, gunnin’ for you
Appletoast, bedheated, furblanket rat
Laugh when they shoot you, say
“Please don’t do…
I’ve been “auditing” a lot of my stuff lately, which basically means taking a look at not only the stuff that I use most, but the stuff that gives the most back and specifically the things that fly under the radar.
Sure, I use my computer pretty much every day, but it’s the smaller things that I’m trying to notice more, the things that you don’t notice but that still offer some value to your day. …
I was cleaning out my Evernote at the end of the year, and I stumbled across the article “100 Books Every Man Should Read”. I’d already been putting my 2017 reading goals together, and this fit the bill perfectly.
(Before you ask, yes, I will read all 100 of these books in 2017, and no, those won’t be the only books I read. I’ll probably end up averaging roughly .75 …
I was reading an article from NY Mag the other day when a particular passage struck me.
“Russian life, I soon found out, was marked less by fear than by cynicism: the all-pervasive idea that no institution is to be trusted, because no institution is bigger than the avarice of the person in charge.”
It so perfectly encapsulated my worldview, specifically with regards to politics, that I went out and immediately got a DNA test to make sure I wasn’t part Russian.
When I was on the phone with my mother a week or so back, I put it this way. …
Imagine yourself, but different. You didn’t get into the college you loved so much, you jumped off that cliff instead of chickening out and getting heckled by your friends, you took a left instead of a right when you walked to work on a Tuesday in 1999 and never ran into your future wife.
These choices might be fundamental turning points in your life, so let’s go simpler.
Imagine you didn’t flip off that guy in traffic this morning, you ate cereal instead of steak for dinner last night, or you put on The Bachelor instead of Monday Night Football. …
I just finished reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson.
It was good, you should read it. You can buy it here.
The central premise is this: You are the fucks you give.
That is to say, if you give a fuck about what other people think of you, your life will revolve around making sure people think the “best” of you.
Or, if you give a fuck about being a good friend (by your own definition), even when it’s inconvenient, you’re life revolves around making decisions like telling your buddy that he smells like shit, even if he has a complex about smelling like shit. …
There’s nothing wrong with liking shit that’s “bad”.
I don’t mean “bad” as a moral judgement, more of a collective societal decision that whatever it is, a movie, a TV show, a book, it’s “bad”. Not good. Not worthy of your time.
I love a LOT of bad stuff. Some of them are good things that ended up bad (like Grey’s Anatomy) and some of them were “bad” right from the start (like The Vampire Diaries). Some of them started out “bad” and ended up being pretty good (I’m looking at you The Leftovers).
When I started watching The Vampire Diaries, it was as a lark. It was another CW show that starred impossibly pretty people in impossibly soapy situations, which I’d discovered that I loved. Of course, most of these impossibly pretty people were doing impossibly soapy things in places like North Carolina or Orange County, so jumping on the nascent vampire-palooza bandwagon seemed like overkill. Just the CW trying to cash in on the fad of the moment. …
I woke up at 6am this morning.
It felt glorious, and I’m a guy that’s frequently unhappy before 9am.
The New Year is a perfect time to get yourself on that early-bird track, one that every entrepreneur, creative and fledgling fitness addict knows is the track to success.
Whether it’s Tim Cook or Jocko Willink, your heroes get up early so they can kick the day’s ass. …
An old cop trope is the detective who KNOWS the boyfriend did it, but he just can’t PROVE it. There’s a lot of yelling at the DA who declines to prosecute, and eventually the cop goes vigilante to keep the streets clean.
That’s kinda how I feel with this whole Russia thing.
Glenn Greenwald wrote a great piece after the Washington Post story that quoted “anonymous CIA officials” as their sources for a story about how the Russian government utilized a cyberwarfare operation to help get Trump elected.
Now, on one hand, after the WMDs-in-Iraq debacle, we all know not to trust anonymous intelligence officials. …