Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away

Dreams

I have been having dreams almost every night. Normally I do not mind but they are dreams that causes stress even when I am asleep. And I can tell they disrupt my sleep patterns. I am up 3 to 4 times a night. Because of this I am sleeping a lot during the day....  I read somewhere that is a sign of depression.

Either that or I am just lazy.

There is no excuse for laziness...but I am working on one.

It's not that I am lazy... maybe I just don't care.

I feel old.

I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail thru the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
I'm getting older too

So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down

And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down
Oh oh, the landslide will bring it down

LIVING THE COUNTERFEIT LIFE

Alex would print up fake 5 and 10 dollar bills on his copy machine and spend them in local delis.

"They check hundred dollar bills for counterfeit but not ten dollar bills," he told me.

Alex had a high end printing business. He'd make posters, brochures, ads. He had the best copy machines in the world.

10 employees worked for him. This was over 20 years ago. I set up his servers so I read everyone's emails.

One time one of his designers wrote an email to the secretary and said, "I can't wait to taste your strawberry buttercup tonight."

I was disappointed when I read that because I had a crush on the girl but I was intimidated by everyone I knew and ashamed to even say hello to anyone. 

At the local delis, whenever someone tried to hand me a five dollar bill back in change I'd hand it back and say, "can I have it in ones". 

Alex didn't need to print counterfeit bills. His business was successful.

I'll tell you why he did it.

Because nobody wants to work.

Nobody really wants to print posters. Or operate on your prostate. Nobody wants to sit in a conference room at a meeting about marketing insurance policies. 

This is why books like "The 4 Hour Work Week" are successful. Not because people want to work only four hours. But if Tim had written the Zero Hour Workweek nobody would've believed it. 

People want the 4 Hour Work Week because they want to be explorers and not prisoners for the other 36 hours. 

Doing their passion? Their life's purpose? Stopping global warming or malaria?

I don't know.

I doubt it.

Many people ask, "How can I find my true passion in life?"

People think, "without finding my purpose in life I won't make money or be happy."

So I will set you straight. Nobody has a purpose in life to buy and sell stocks. Or create an ad agency. Or build a big pretzel company. Or work in a cubicle. Those are tiny side effects of being alive. 

The only purpose is to do the things you enjoy, with the people you enjoy and who inspire you, as much as possible. 

Today, engage less with someone who you don't like, and engage more with someone you do. 

Today, throw something out. Maybe even throw out a bad idea you once had. Phew! It's gone. 

Write one email today to someone who helped you expand your frontier. Write "thank you" and let that feeling of gratitude marinate.

Today, let go of all of your dreams for just one moment. Don't be afraid that some of them might not come back. 

That's all. You can change the world another day. 

The only way to clean your dark room is to open the window and let the sun shine in. Right now. Then sweep the dust out. That's the best way to help the world. 

Today my passion was to lie in the middle of the road at 4:30 in the morning until the sun rose. It was fun. No cars came. Birds whistled at me flirtatiously. The sounds of the trains from the other side of the river rippled over me. 

Purpose is a man-made fiction. Nobody on their deathbed gets a plaque that says "he focused on only one thing for his entire life!" 

Those are counterfeit thoughts in a counterfeit society. 

And when you make your money, don't spend your five dollar bills all in one place or the rest of the world will try to enslave you. - Stolen on Facebook

Time.

I have time for:

 • Facebook 

 • Twitter 

 • Texting 

 • Eating 

 • Listening to music 

 Now notice bullshit wasn't on that list.

Woo!

I have found out a long time ago that I am not one of those who yell "Woo!"

I will look at you in disdain. Shake my head in disappointment. Woo? No. Not me.

No. Don't. Please don't.

...

I need a vacation from my vacation.

Don't talk about shit you don't know crap about.

On Twitter, I see a lot of people use the word "fuck" indiscriminately.

Fuck this. Fuck that. Fucking this, fucking that.

It annoys me no end when young people say the word. Not so much because I am shocked by it. Very little shocks me anymore. It's not that. I object to them using it when I know (well kinda know) that they really haven't experienced it.

It's like somebody talking about driving but have never been at a wheel of a car. Pretentious Poser!  FUCKING stupid.

Oh yeah and I can say the word with confidence.

What you never had, you shouldn't miss.

I Won't Hold You Back.

Currently, I am obsessed by a remix of this song by a DJ called Roger Sanchez. The Sanchez song is called "Another Chance." I particularly like the Afterlife Remix version. Anyway, he sampled it from a 1982 Toto song called I Won't Hold You Back. Interestingly enough, the original Toto's song featured the Eagle's bass player Timothy B. Schmit on backing vocals during the choruses.

I started to listen to the 80s song and got to thinking about the lyrics. And thought of the title. How noble to let somebody go because you want something better for them. Even though, you would lose them in the process.