JFC!
This is not a political blog btw, but what the f-ck, let's get this muthaf-cka done, already. I'd love to say I'd vote for Hil, but the b-tch put bin Laden in a muthaf-cking TV commercial. F-ck!
And no, I'm not sexist.
I'm f-cking RACIST against white people. That's f-cking right.
Okay, that's bullsh-t. I f-cking love white people. Some of my immediate family is white. I practice yoga and read the New York Times. I'm f-cking vegetarian for Christ's sake. I'm surrounded by white people 24-7. It's f-cking heaven.
But Hil is running like it's 1999, lowest-common-denominator pitch, dumb-ass focus grouping, low road express (although love that Carville guy), rocking Celine Dion (okay, low blow), tri-angulating (although love that Bill Jefferson mutha-fucka!), and never, ever, ever, ever, giving up (f-cking Terminator, give her credit).
It's 2008 B-tch!
Obama says sh-t almost like he's NOT talking to a f-cking 8 year-old. No one's ever heard a political guy talk like this. We can't f-cking believe it. Muthaf-cka quotes Jay Z.
Hey, fair and balanced, McCain is a bad-ass mutha-f-cka, and come election day, if we need to bomb the sh-t out of some f-cking villages, he's my f-cking gangsta.
So in review: Hil = Terminator, McCain = Gangsta, Obama = Next President, This Blog = DEF NOT POLITICAL EVER AGAIN, so leave me alone, already.
*Apologies to Celine Dion fans, and apologies to Clinton 08' supporters, and apologies to those over 70 that were offended (who are all likely the same person).
**Apologies for excessive MUTHAFUCKA usage.
Thank You,
Dr. Evil
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
My Time in LA
Back from India a month and since I don't have a job, people tend to ask me what I do all day? My usual response is "fuck off".
But, it's a damn good question. So, let me take a shot at it:
I wake up around 6-7. That's AM. I sit in meditation for about a half hour, sometimes even an hour. Generally this process consists of me thinking about stuff, then catching myself thinking about stuff, then returning to my breath and the detached scanning of my body.
The trick is to not get too pissy at myself for drifting off into thought-land.
That's a pretty good trick in general. We waste a lot of time getting upset with ourselves. Time that could be better spent getting angry with other people that deserve it.
About 7-8,9-ish I check the market, my positions (half-lotus), and the news (the Onion) and make any trades (long credit-crisis-armageddon).
Around 9, really anything can happen.
Usually I'll venture down to the gym, jump on the elliptical machine, watch CNBC and try to effect stock prices by pedaling faster. If the stars are aligned and the sauna is functioning, I'll enjoy the extreme heat, then cool off in the pool.
Some of my best trades were made in the pool. I don't know what most of you think about while swimming, but for me, it's mostly Steve Jobs.
Also, I'm close to being able to cross the entire pool length-wise underwater, holding my breath for 15 submarine breast strokes. I believe 20 will do it. Many will find this difficult to believe as I require a life jacket for most water activities.
Well deal with it, it's the truth.
Around 11, I'll make myself a vegan smoothie, check back in with the market, scan the Internets like this gem: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/ and get ready for YOGA! Yippee!
(Okay, that gets us to about half-time and I'm calling an intermission. You need it, you look winded. Part II to follow.)
-yt
But, it's a damn good question. So, let me take a shot at it:
I wake up around 6-7. That's AM. I sit in meditation for about a half hour, sometimes even an hour. Generally this process consists of me thinking about stuff, then catching myself thinking about stuff, then returning to my breath and the detached scanning of my body.
The trick is to not get too pissy at myself for drifting off into thought-land.
That's a pretty good trick in general. We waste a lot of time getting upset with ourselves. Time that could be better spent getting angry with other people that deserve it.
About 7-8,9-ish I check the market, my positions (half-lotus), and the news (the Onion) and make any trades (long credit-crisis-armageddon).
Around 9, really anything can happen.
Usually I'll venture down to the gym, jump on the elliptical machine, watch CNBC and try to effect stock prices by pedaling faster. If the stars are aligned and the sauna is functioning, I'll enjoy the extreme heat, then cool off in the pool.
Some of my best trades were made in the pool. I don't know what most of you think about while swimming, but for me, it's mostly Steve Jobs.
Also, I'm close to being able to cross the entire pool length-wise underwater, holding my breath for 15 submarine breast strokes. I believe 20 will do it. Many will find this difficult to believe as I require a life jacket for most water activities.
Well deal with it, it's the truth.
Around 11, I'll make myself a vegan smoothie, check back in with the market, scan the Internets like this gem: http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com/ and get ready for YOGA! Yippee!
(Okay, that gets us to about half-time and I'm calling an intermission. You need it, you look winded. Part II to follow.)
-yt
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