Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Go. Now.

       One month and 11 days. That’s how long I have been committed to my workouts and eating right as of today. After years of “I’ll start Monday”.  No. Start now. Go, dammit, go do it.  I didn’t join a gym. I bought a bike. I built a chin up bar. I run down the road.  You want to start? Get down right now and do one push-up. One. That is how I started! It’s the butterfly effect.  I can do 55 push-ups now.  Because when I did one, I wanted more.  I’m jogging 2 miles now.  I started at 1/2 mile. Go. Walk to your mailbox.  Tomorrow you’ll want more. I couldn’t do 1 chin up. I’m doing 20 now. I wanted more. Go. Just hang there if you can’t do one. It will get better. Then EVERYTHING will get better. Because you will be up to dealing with it. Fuck alcohol and the weakness it brings into my life. I want a glass of lemon water. My mind is to be altered only by exercise.  I take cold showers every. Damn. Day.  Because they’re hard. And when I’m done that’s a victory.  I may not work as many hours a week as you, but my work is in hell. The Louisiana sun and subtropical climate. Just go stand out there, much less do physical labor. You’ll be exhausted.  I’m still doing the workouts.  You can too. Go. Now.

Chin ups 
Sprints (any distance)
Bike riding

Start out doing one of these a day. However little seed it may be. It will grow. 

Meats, fish, greens, muscle milk, vegetables 

To hell with sugar
To hell with alcohol and anything that takes away what I’ve worked for.
I’m better than what those do to me.  You are too.

Friday, July 06, 2018

Note to self

       Stop trying to be interesting.  Instead, be interested.

Wednesday, July 04, 2018


       It’s still the Wild West in podcast land.  People are saying and doing whatever they want with no control or guidelines.  Any advertising you hear is worked out between the podcaster and the sponsors.  No middle ground corporate execs to have meetings with to tell the podcasters what and what not to say.  Though podcasts have millions of listeners they are still not on the radar of big money makers. But they’re gaining popularity.  Which means instead of niche listeners, the NBCs of the world are gonna jump in and try to get Tom, Dick, and Harry to listen in, too. Which means they’ll start dumbing stuff down, bringing things down to an 8th grade level.  Just as they did with country radio, the last terrestrial radio format. Maybe it’s a long ways off, but when these guys start smelling money, they’re gonna jump in.  The moral of this post- jump into podcasts before they become watered down bullshit.  Look at how cool and unbridled Rolling Stone magazine was in the early years compared to the festering lump of turd it is today.  The masses are not the creative’s friend.  Joe Rogan, Jocko, Tim Ferriss, Otis Gibbs, Chris Shifflet, Art of Manliness are a few of my favorites podcasts.  Happy listening.

Tuesday, July 03, 2018


     Don’t eat the chicken.  Eat the eggs.  And don’t be someone else’s chicken.

Monday, July 02, 2018


       A borrower is a slave to the lender.

Sunday, July 01, 2018


       In the movie Stand By Me, there’s a scene where Rivers Phoenix character breaks down to his best friend as they sit by the fire.  The other members of the group are asleep.  The way in which his friend listens to him, and believes him, and believes in him is so powerful.  We all need a friend that strong. Afterall true friends lift us up.  If it makes you feel better about yourself to see me struggle, you are not my friend.  When I do well, you will too.  And vice versa. When the tide rises all of the boats rise with it.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Letting go.

       Not everyone was meant to stay in your life.

Thursday, June 28, 2018


       In 5th grade reading class we read a story about a writer.  He was explaining how he remembered ideas for subjects he wanted to write about.  One word was all he needed to recall the idea, and he’d go from there.  Napkins, receipts, scraps of paper would do.  Once he didn’t have anything to write on when an idea struck him, and so he wrote ELEVATOR with his finger into the dirt on the back glass of his car.  I don’t think I knew what any of that meant at the time.  But last night I had an idea for a post here.  So I typed ELEVATOR into the notes on my phone.