Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Yoga-Related-Activity
Never have I been so busy doing nothing.
Well that's not true, completely false actually. At the old Investment Bank, it was mandated: "every employee must be busy doing nothing from 6 AM to 6 PM Mon-Fri, and half-days of busy nothing on weekends, to be signed off by their respective middle-manager, managing nothing, busily."
Last check, they were still in business, although doing less of nothing than ever.
So, as hard as I try, I will never be able to keep up that tempo, but here in LA, the yoga mecca, I am able to maintain a 7 day per week, 12 hour day of yoga and yoga-related-activity.
Yoga and Yoga-Related-Activity (YRA) consists of:
meditation (1 hour)
classes (2-3 hrs)
bodywork/ massage (2 hrs)
spa (1 hr)
teaching/ assisting/ volunteering (2 hrs)
herbal tea sipping (1 hr)
vegan cooking (1 hr)
talking about yoga (1 hr)
downloading yoga music (10 minutes)
yoga Internets/ yoga blog (15 minutes)
riding yoga bicycle to and fro (1-2 hrs)
This can all be done for about $200 a month (without being paid for any yoga services). Amazing.
*In response to the anger mail I received regarding last week's Obama Muthafucka piece, I will be blogging politically now, nonstop thru the election.
Today, I'm still nauseous from the gas tax holiday. It's been over a week, but I keep throwing up.
When I recover, it's on.
-yt
Well that's not true, completely false actually. At the old Investment Bank, it was mandated: "every employee must be busy doing nothing from 6 AM to 6 PM Mon-Fri, and half-days of busy nothing on weekends, to be signed off by their respective middle-manager, managing nothing, busily."
Last check, they were still in business, although doing less of nothing than ever.
So, as hard as I try, I will never be able to keep up that tempo, but here in LA, the yoga mecca, I am able to maintain a 7 day per week, 12 hour day of yoga and yoga-related-activity.
Yoga and Yoga-Related-Activity (YRA) consists of:
meditation (1 hour)
classes (2-3 hrs)
bodywork/ massage (2 hrs)
spa (1 hr)
teaching/ assisting/ volunteering (2 hrs)
herbal tea sipping (1 hr)
vegan cooking (1 hr)
talking about yoga (1 hr)
downloading yoga music (10 minutes)
yoga Internets/ yoga blog (15 minutes)
riding yoga bicycle to and fro (1-2 hrs)
This can all be done for about $200 a month (without being paid for any yoga services). Amazing.
*In response to the anger mail I received regarding last week's Obama Muthafucka piece, I will be blogging politically now, nonstop thru the election.
Today, I'm still nauseous from the gas tax holiday. It's been over a week, but I keep throwing up.
When I recover, it's on.
-yt
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Can We Elect This Obama Muthaf-cka, Already!
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
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
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
Friday, March 28, 2008
Re-Entry
Okay already, I'm back.
I realize this whole yoga/trading blog thing has become an India blog thing -which is fantastic.
Fantastic because I am no longer allowed to discuss options trading until I make up 100% of the losses I incurred in January, which were massive (massive from a rupee perspective -hundreds of thousands of rupees were lost in an arrogant, blissed out, Long AAPL Calls, Long Bernanke's Consciousness trade).
Market research shows that 83.3% of you don't give a sh-t about stocks anyway. The breakdown of that number is: out of a total audience of 6 (includes my mom and dad), one of you is vaguely interested in stocks. I'd say, do the math, but you're not interested in math, but I digress. . .
So what next, and all that??
(or Hindi) What to do, what to do??
Well, there's plenty, but for now I want to thank the new readers who have taken some time here -friends of friends from LA, India, The Internets, and the like. Thank you for coming and I will be more prolific in my posts and adventures, so please keep stopping by.
For now, Carla Bruni Sarkozy has me leaning toward learning French in France, but singing lessons in LA would be awesome too. Maybe both.
And what about work??
Fuck off.
Thank you.
Love you.
-yt
(Oh yeah, I think I've fixed the comments such that you may leave them now. SO, PLEASE DO -with links, angry words, humiliating pictures, whatever)
I realize this whole yoga/trading blog thing has become an India blog thing -which is fantastic.
Fantastic because I am no longer allowed to discuss options trading until I make up 100% of the losses I incurred in January, which were massive (massive from a rupee perspective -hundreds of thousands of rupees were lost in an arrogant, blissed out, Long AAPL Calls, Long Bernanke's Consciousness trade).
Market research shows that 83.3% of you don't give a sh-t about stocks anyway. The breakdown of that number is: out of a total audience of 6 (includes my mom and dad), one of you is vaguely interested in stocks. I'd say, do the math, but you're not interested in math, but I digress. . .
So what next, and all that??
(or Hindi) What to do, what to do??
Well, there's plenty, but for now I want to thank the new readers who have taken some time here -friends of friends from LA, India, The Internets, and the like. Thank you for coming and I will be more prolific in my posts and adventures, so please keep stopping by.
For now, Carla Bruni Sarkozy has me leaning toward learning French in France, but singing lessons in LA would be awesome too. Maybe both.
And what about work??
Fuck off.
Thank you.
Love you.
-yt
(Oh yeah, I think I've fixed the comments such that you may leave them now. SO, PLEASE DO -with links, angry words, humiliating pictures, whatever)
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Maher, Heroes, See You Later Alligators
Maher means "mother's house" in Marathi, and is a destitute women's and children's shelter outside of Pune. Run by nuns, they have about 20 houses in villages throughout Maharashtra. It's mostly Indians helping Indians.
Since Maher helps out battered women and the like, it is still somewhat controversial in male-dominant rural India. I met one social worker, an Indian father of 2, who was beaten -his life threatened by the local villagers. His reaction was he'd rather die than leave, and 10 year's later, Maher is a mostly accepted Marathi institution. This guy is a hero.
There's about 100 heroes here, all under the radar. It was also great to see my friends (2 angels from God-knows-what planet) just doing their thing every day, loving the kids, helping however they can. 2 more heroes.
In about 40 hours I'll be home, probably staggering around Ralph's wondering what the f--- just happened. I've been thinking how best to sum up my experience here and I realized it's impossible, so instead I'll just thank you again for reading and indulging me, and leave you with a quote I picked up in the ether. So, thank you.
"Money doesn't buy happiness until you give it away, and real heroes do their job while no one's looking."
Thank you India,
yt
Since Maher helps out battered women and the like, it is still somewhat controversial in male-dominant rural India. I met one social worker, an Indian father of 2, who was beaten -his life threatened by the local villagers. His reaction was he'd rather die than leave, and 10 year's later, Maher is a mostly accepted Marathi institution. This guy is a hero.
There's about 100 heroes here, all under the radar. It was also great to see my friends (2 angels from God-knows-what planet) just doing their thing every day, loving the kids, helping however they can. 2 more heroes.
In about 40 hours I'll be home, probably staggering around Ralph's wondering what the f--- just happened. I've been thinking how best to sum up my experience here and I realized it's impossible, so instead I'll just thank you again for reading and indulging me, and leave you with a quote I picked up in the ether. So, thank you.
"Money doesn't buy happiness until you give it away, and real heroes do their job while no one's looking."
Thank you India,
yt
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Like I said, "No Gurus, No Banyans!"
So, just like I said I would NOT do in my last post, I met a full-on Guru and sat under a 600 year-old Banyan tree last week. Too funny. Swami Nitiyananda has a huge following, like 1.2 million "disciples", and he actually sat with our LA yoga group and answered questions which was really cool of him.
He's a new-school guru that uses all modern technologies to convey his message of "unclutching" to the masses. He's like 30 years old, and I saw him as a quite intelligent and very savvy business guy that happened to have sat in a cave for several years. Enlightened in many ways.
Today, I sit in here in Pune on the last leg of my voyage. Both Bangalore and Pune are quite impressive with respect to Western measures of growth and progress. I was quite happy in seeing that. In about a week's time I will be home. Just have 2 more things to do: 1) meet with 2 friends doing amazing humanitarian work in a village in Maharashtra and 2) buy a harmonium.
Much Love,
yt
He's a new-school guru that uses all modern technologies to convey his message of "unclutching" to the masses. He's like 30 years old, and I saw him as a quite intelligent and very savvy business guy that happened to have sat in a cave for several years. Enlightened in many ways.
Today, I sit in here in Pune on the last leg of my voyage. Both Bangalore and Pune are quite impressive with respect to Western measures of growth and progress. I was quite happy in seeing that. In about a week's time I will be home. Just have 2 more things to do: 1) meet with 2 friends doing amazing humanitarian work in a village in Maharashtra and 2) buy a harmonium.
Much Love,
yt
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