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
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
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Nirvana School, Yoga and Such
A 4 year old girl round-housed me in the groin yesterday marking my last week at the School. Other than that little anecdote, I'm beginning to feel that my time spent here www.nirvanaschool.org is kind of private. Suffice it to say that it was one of the miracles of my (not so) young life and I am forever grateful to Vinu Masi and the children for allowing me to spend some time here.
Tomorrow, I bus to Bangalore for yet another LA yoga retreat -for symmetry. As difficult as this journey has been, the thousand acts of letting go it entailed, I am constantly being presented with material evidence of it's perfection.
Such that my India voyage began with a bunch of LA yogis, so it will also end, albeit totally unplanned. The space between seems like a lifetime. The space between WAS a small lifetime -mostly difficult, scary, arduous, even tedious and boring at times, yet also ecstatic, ridiculous, blissful and hysterically funny.
I didn't come here to "find myself", or find a guru, or to sit under a banyan tree. I came here to right some Accounts, so to speak, to balance out some credits and debits. Of course, the journey is ongoing, but I could leave here today feeling complete.
Lucky me though, I get to go see my teacher and friends in Bangalore first, then a bit of time in Pune to visit some old, new friends, and finally Bombay to LA baby. I keep saying this, but I'm the luckiest dude in the world. Om Namah Shivaya.
Gratitude Attitude,
yt
Tomorrow, I bus to Bangalore for yet another LA yoga retreat -for symmetry. As difficult as this journey has been, the thousand acts of letting go it entailed, I am constantly being presented with material evidence of it's perfection.
Such that my India voyage began with a bunch of LA yogis, so it will also end, albeit totally unplanned. The space between seems like a lifetime. The space between WAS a small lifetime -mostly difficult, scary, arduous, even tedious and boring at times, yet also ecstatic, ridiculous, blissful and hysterically funny.
I didn't come here to "find myself", or find a guru, or to sit under a banyan tree. I came here to right some Accounts, so to speak, to balance out some credits and debits. Of course, the journey is ongoing, but I could leave here today feeling complete.
Lucky me though, I get to go see my teacher and friends in Bangalore first, then a bit of time in Pune to visit some old, new friends, and finally Bombay to LA baby. I keep saying this, but I'm the luckiest dude in the world. Om Namah Shivaya.
Gratitude Attitude,
yt
Friday, February 1, 2008
Indian Love Letter
How do I reconcile my sometimes utter disgust with India, with the fact that I am having the greatest time of my life. . .???
I've had a fun time on this board ripping certain aspects of Indian life, and my rippings were always authentic, as in I was authentically disgusted. However, I'm kind of done with all that now. I mean there it is, I just can't trash a place that has in 11 weeks given me 11 years worth of love: unconditional, familial, brotherly, self, romantic, and any other kind of love I can think of.
I've been witness to many amazing people doing God's work here. Instead of going to Cancun 3x in a row like I did, I see college kids coming here and working at schools, hospitals or battered women's shelters. I see retirees coming here, going direct into the village and literally saving lives with their retirement savings. I see Indian small business owners working diligently through insane government corruption.
I see social entrepreneurs doing the seemingly possible, until you find that it's impossible (This sentence makes sense if you've been here). I see Indian women outworking everyone in the least functional clothing ever made -the sari. I see all kinds of Westerners, all over the place helping out, finding true enlightenment in the village, not in the ashram.
I hated India in November. In December it became tolerable. And January was the best start of a year I've ever had. It has never been easy, even now, but maybe that's the reconciliation. After leaving my job and just trying to make my life easy for a while, maybe I need a bit of challenge in my life to keep things interesting.
So, I can't believe I'm saying this but. . .
India, I love you.
Holy Sh-t.
-yt
I've had a fun time on this board ripping certain aspects of Indian life, and my rippings were always authentic, as in I was authentically disgusted. However, I'm kind of done with all that now. I mean there it is, I just can't trash a place that has in 11 weeks given me 11 years worth of love: unconditional, familial, brotherly, self, romantic, and any other kind of love I can think of.
I've been witness to many amazing people doing God's work here. Instead of going to Cancun 3x in a row like I did, I see college kids coming here and working at schools, hospitals or battered women's shelters. I see retirees coming here, going direct into the village and literally saving lives with their retirement savings. I see Indian small business owners working diligently through insane government corruption.
I see social entrepreneurs doing the seemingly possible, until you find that it's impossible (This sentence makes sense if you've been here). I see Indian women outworking everyone in the least functional clothing ever made -the sari. I see all kinds of Westerners, all over the place helping out, finding true enlightenment in the village, not in the ashram.
I hated India in November. In December it became tolerable. And January was the best start of a year I've ever had. It has never been easy, even now, but maybe that's the reconciliation. After leaving my job and just trying to make my life easy for a while, maybe I need a bit of challenge in my life to keep things interesting.
So, I can't believe I'm saying this but. . .
India, I love you.
Holy Sh-t.
-yt
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