Fucking WordPress app. Almost completed this post and it crashed. No survivors. It was a lengthy one, too (that’s what she said).
Anyways, it’s good to be back in the black again – or in trading colors, back in the green. I thought I was out of the game for a while, there. I had sustained major losses last week, leaving me with a balance of $8 and I thought the trading minimum was $10. It must be $10 until you don’t even have that much. So, for shits, I tried to trade that paltry $8 and lo, the trade was accepted! I won that trade and was back in the game. Today was a great trading day, thank god, despite shots being fired at protesters in Saudi Arabia yesterday and the 8.9 magnitude in Japan last night and the resulting tsunami warnings all morning. I thought for sure today would be as volatile as fuck, but there was relative calm throughout the currency markets – pretty steady trends and momentums.
Worked from my flat all day. I need to get out. I’ve been pretty reclusive and stressed lately. Being broke for this long has been weighing heavy on my soul. I shouldn’t let it break me down. I left the rat race for this because I have long been suffering cubicle soul death. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. I’ve been reminding my family that this isn’t a get rich quick scheme. I knew I would be putting in very long hours for a very long time – and I have. I just loathe being so broke and dependent on others. I should get some coffee. Sold some of my stocks earlier this week, so I have a few bucks. I can justify buying a coffee by having confidence in my trading abilities. Traded very carefully today, turned $8 into $69. That’s almost a 900% profit. Won 9 out of 10 of my trades. That’s 90%. I need to keep perspective.
Coffee is always good. One of my regular coffee holes closed up shop. Fucking economy.
I did it. One of the biggest milestones in my life – the biggest personal challenge I have overcome thus far; Taking action. Finding the courage to stop talking and taking a real risk to better my life. I went from lofty idealist paper trader to dedicated full time professional day trader.
I was paper trading like a mother fucker for a few months, developing my strategy and finding my groove. I eventually perfected my strategy and found my groove, averaging $1000 to $3000 per day (even pulled in over $22,000 in two days). I was a champ. I was the butterfly and the bee. 90+% win rate, cash hand over fist, I couldn’t lose. Then I took the great leap.
There is a vast chasm between paper trading and using real money. The biggest lesson learned so far might be the most important one: day trading is extremely psychological. Granted, my risk tolerance gets softer the more capital I have to work with, as soon as I was playing for keeps with my own hard earned money, I started losing – big time. I had tossed out my proven strategies (without realizing it), and completely lost my groove altogether. I’ve lost thousands over the past few months. For a beginner with only a couple thousand to begin with and only $200 a week unemployment coming in, losing thousands is a big deal. Losing my groove was an even bigger deal.
I give myself credit in that, despite not having any support, I started my new career fully believing that I can do this – and not once have I doubted myself. Not once. But using real money has shown me what is at the core of successful day trading: zen. One must be centered and whole in order to grow as a successful day trader. It’s amazing how much, despite your greatest efforts, that fear and greed and negativity can seep in and disrupt your trading abilities when you first start out and are unprepared for the psychological aspect of trading.
This is the perfect storm and the ultimate test. I must keep from flipping out despite being completely broke. I just went through a huge losing streak, I have bills piling up, I must succeed at this to support my family? No problem. I can do this with a smile on my face.
Ok, I’ve done shit for keeping up with Dead In The Water, so I’ll just start from here and fill in the blanks later. Basically, my main thing is The Argyle Project [http://www.argyleproject.org] and my focus has mainly been there for quite some time. When the time comes to officially register The Argyle Project, I might consider make it a private foundation, rather than a public organization. Maybe in the future after The Argyle Project is established and well self funded, maybe I’ll make it a public organization. We’ll see. For now, I’ll fund the whole thing.
Speaking of which, last I posted, I said I’m in the capital raising stage. Things are going really great in this area. Despite losing my ass time and again day trading exotic derivatives, I’m learning so much as I go. To clarify, however, I should say I’m losing my ass when I trade with real money. When I trade in practice accounts, I make money hand over fist. For a while, I was averaging between $1000 and $2000 per day on good days. On average, I was realizing roughly $3000 to $5000 per week. Things are a lot different once you start using real money, I’m finding out. Eventually I’ll be able to trade in real money what I was trading with practice money. Slowly but surely. Here is where I learn lessons in patience, greed, and fear.
I’m seeing trends in my trades in many areas beyond just the good and bad days of the week to trade, times of day, and times of market hours that are better. I notice the more relaxed and confidence in myself I have, the better trades I make. If I’m having a bad day, if I’m frustrated, sad, lonely, or just off kilter, I find it best to just put away my laptop and not even think about trading that day unless I have a hankering for losing money.
So, yeah. I think I’ll take The Argyle Project into a more private foundation direction instead of a public charity. It might take a little longer to establish The Argyle Project as a powerful philanthropic entity, but it’ll get me closer to my more immediate main goal: to be with my kids more – to see them more, to fight for fair custody, to take them places, to finally give them their father back. I miss them so much. All of this is for them.
I’m not too big on keeping tabs, but if I recall, I believe I am now starting chapter six of my life story – new chapters being where one experiences a life event that changes life as one knows it, and facilitates a significant shift of one’s personality/character/overall view on life. I find I’m taking each new upheaval with more and more grace. This is good news for me. There are plenty ‘O things where I say “oh, I am this”, but when I think about it (or better, when someone holds a mirror up to me), I’m really quite the opposite. My desires to be so does nothing to actually make it so. So, to see that I am actually learning from my mistakes, and not just saying that I do, helps put me at ease. I’m not all fuck up and no growth. Not all BP in the Gulf and no chubby.
Sure, there may be some of you that view Albert Camus the late French Author, Philosopher and second youngest Nobel Prize for Literature winner, to be an adorable sweetheart, but the Albert Camus I am referring to is me & T-Bone’s lovable beagle.
When we awoke this Tuesday morning, we found little Albie vomiting frequently and behaving quite noticeably and uncharacteristically subdued. We immediately took him to the vet, where they did X-rays. Our little stinker had apparently had a hankering for speaker wires, where they had lodged in his intestinal tract. The awesome vets of Cottage Grove Animal Hospital sent us home with some high fiber dog food in the hopes he would be able to pass his high tech meal and avoid surgery.
Poor little Albie was in too much pain to eat or drink anything, and we kept close vigil on him that night. The next morning, Wednesday, he was still not eating, nor did he poop, so at noon we took him in again for surgery. The amazing doctors gave up their lunch breaks to perform what ended up to be three times more surgeries than originally expected, which took three times as long, but they managed to get most of the home entertainment delicacies from his now torn up gut.
Around 5:30 we were able to take him home, but his prognosis was scary: we were told he had a slim chance of making it through the coming 24 hours and a 70% chance of surviving from there on in. This was/is devastating. We took him home and again stayed by his side the rest of the evening and kept close vigil on him all through the night. He was so out of it most of the time, it was sad to see him that way. Later in the evening, he perked up a little, and we finally saw life in his eyes, and he looked like our Albert again – at least in his face.
That night we watched Marley & Me, which I suppose was a better time than ever. T-Bone and I have had to remain calm and collected through all this so as to keep our wits about us in order to clearly deal with this and to be able to decisively react in case of an emergency, and watching the movie allowed us to momentarily express our love and grief for our second youngest family member lying next to us, fighting for his life.
In the middle of the night, he got out of his bed and climbed up into our bed to lay between us. I believe he would not have made it had he spent the night at even the best Animal Hospital. Here, he was surrounded by his family – those he felt most comfortable with, those he felt safe with.
So, yesterday morning, he was able to drink and keep down a small amount of water, then two hours later he ate and kept down a small amount of bland food. This was a good sign. We took him in again to get his IV removed, then took him home again with instructions on helping him progress his recovery through the next week or two. He was doing well the rest of the day yesterday – eating a little, drinking a little, walking around a little, and taking his meds. Kept a close vigil on him again all last night, and all was relatively well.
This morning reminded me that he’s not in the clear, yet. He still hasn’t pooped, yet, and he hasn’t been drinking anything since earlier last night. Before, it would be frustrating and disgusting if he had an excremental accident on the floor, but if he pooped on the floor now, it would be the most beautiful poop I would ever have seen.
I hope he pulls through. It would be difficult losing Albert. Who else knows how to howl as well as Albert? Answer: nobody. Everyone has been so supportive through all this, giving us well wishes and prayers – I thank you all for being so caring. We appreciate it immensely.
Simply put, this is a civilized society, and one of the components that make it so is order. To have order, control must be exercised. We are all responsible for controlling ourselves, and if we neglect to or lose control of ourselves, someone/something else will control us in some form or another. Of course it all starts with fear, and if you don’t control your fears, you’re open to a whole host of negative attributes such as perpetual anger, pessimism, negativity, anxiety, depression, paranoia, insecurity, greed, jealousy, selfishness, despair, loneliness, loss of self esteem and self confidence. These negative attributes, naturally, and especially the longer they are left unchecked, can lead to, of course, a whole host of negative actions and reactions [a list too long to name] that can negatively impact not only you but the loved ones who surround you, which ultimately leaves you feeling like this is the worst life ever and there is no way things will get better. Funny thing is, the only person that has any control over how good or bad your life is… is yourself. What a conundrum, I know. This is why life can be so challenging and the world seem like such an ugly place: Fear is so common, it’s rampant. We all experience it to some degree or another. The more there is loss of control individually, the more we’re rubbing elbows with people who are constantly living in bad faith.
[For those not familiar with the term ‘bad faith’, it’s a philosophical concept where you deny yourself your constant, never ending freedom of choice, and believe that you are, in a sense, an inert object, at the mercy of circumstance. For example, people who constantly seek sympathy from others because they are – yet again – a victim of one bad situation or another are acting in bad faith. Instead of finding the courage to make the right choices, they are constantly making bad decisions (too afraid to realize they have choices) and suffering the consequences as though they believe that is their lot in life.]
I chose that example for it is a common situation and it is easy to paint a picture of how you can allow yourself to be ‘controlled’ by someone/something else – or at least make it feel like you don’t have control. Remember Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent”? It’s like saying no one can take your power/control – you choose to keep it or give it away. Giving it away is what the title of this post is about: if you don’t control yourself, someone else will.
A silver lining, though, is that even if you give away your power and control, a fraction of a split millisecond later, you can choose to regain your power and control. You always have a choice at every moment. Some choices are difficult, challenging. Some only seem that way. The other part of the silver lining is that when you’re done complaining how your life sucks and you decide to reclaim your power and control, what was once life never going “your way” turns into your life as you’ve always wanted it, more or less. It’s funny that even though you want oh, so badly for your life to be better and for things to finally go your way for once, you would think that a whole army is in your way when the only thing stopping you is yourself. We are so much stronger than we realize, and unfortunately, we too often use our powers against ourselves. If we all used that immense power within ourselves in a positive way, we would all transform our lives into that which we all wanted for ourselves all along.
I know, if you are reading this and saying to yourself “but I’ve been living in fear for so many years/decades, it’s too late to do anything about it now”, it may seem like an insurmountable task and that you might as well not even try. That will have to be another post at another time, but remember it’s that attitude that got you in this rut in the first place. Nothing is ever “too late” and there is no “impossible”, just too unwilling/too afraid to live. It’s your choice. Always has been, always will be. Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
So, it’s been a while since my last post – I’ve been focusing more on ARGYLE, getting the site ready, researching which domain/hosting site to use, which state to incorporate in, and biting my nails anxiously waiting to get my taxes done so I can pay for all of this. In these trying times, I felt that today I should continue blogging about being a better ‘you’, and how fear can bring you the exact opposite of what you want.
If all you want is peace of mind and a sense of stability, but find yourself constantly spiraling out of control, most likely you have forfeited control, and that you have put your fears in control. The first step to gaining control of your life is realizing that you have let fear control your life, up until now. The actions you take thereafter are the most crucial and takes constant, daily practice.
We all crave peace of mind and stability. Some of us already have it, some of us don’t, and some of us are finding our way towards it. For those who don’t – know that it takes great effort on a daily basis. Practice until you master it, then practice some more. It’s not just going to happen. No new job or new partner or new car or new anything is going to give it to you. You can claim your freedom from fear and gain control of yourself and your life in the exact situation you are currently in right now. We all need to take responsibility for our own happiness, our own fate, our own decisions, our own actions and our own reactions. There is no blame to go around. Blame is an illusion. The more we pass blame on to others for our unhappiness, the more we play the victim, the more we give up our control, and the more we forfeit our power to fear. We are all responsible to and for ourselves. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
OK, I admit I didn’t have breakfast this morning, so my mind may not be functioning optimally. Maybe I am simply ignorant. When I look up the dictionary definition of ‘belief’ and ‘faith’, nowhere do I find reference to ‘knowing absolute truth’. Under ‘belief’, there is reference to the word ‘truth’, but it is preceded by the words ‘confidence in’ – I’m assuming that implies one’s personal confidence in the ‘truth’. Now, here is the dictionary definition of ‘truth':
‘A verified or indisputable fact’. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but it appears that ‘faith’ and ‘belief’ are the main foundations of every religion, such as having ‘faith’ in such-and-such religion and ‘believing’ in God. Religion has never dealt in the business of verified or indisputable facts. As rooted in it’s definition, faith [and therefore religion] is belief that is not based on proof. That is one of the main points of religions – to submit, sight unseen. They are meant as a vehicle to help individuals overcome their fears and insecurities and weaknesses [things in religions I believe are supposed to be the equivalent of concepts represented by terms such as ‘evil’ and ‘satan’], and to help guide people to become better individuals. This is why religious texts were written as parables, allegories, symbolic narratives; so as to be more universal, to speak to a multitude of diverse individuals with the same messages, teachings of fundamental humanisms. As time went on and these texts passed through a succession of hands that were deemed the highest authority, and therefore the ‘keepers’ of these texts, it is safe to say there has been some [a little or a lot – who knows] editing, adding, and omissions of the texts to better suit the personal convictions of said keepers and/or rulers, as well as revising and reinterpreting as they are translated into other languages.
Who knows how much of the originals are now lost, and how much of the current understandings of these texts are semi-modern/modern additions. The fundamentals, I’m assuming, are still intact, however muted they seem to be [throughout the history of at least the big three Abrahamic religions]. The big three, by the way, not only have their commonalities in Abraham, but also in monotheism, the Golden Rule, the condemnation of murder, stealing, lying, and infidelity, and the importance of life, love, honesty, modesty, kindness and forgiveness. Other very common parallels, however, include the justified breaking of all these holy sacred tenants on large scales: The Muslim Conquests, The French Wars of Religion, The Crusades [9 major crusades from 1095 a.d. to 1272 a.d. and a handful of minor ones until 1456 a.d.], The Reconquista, and The Salem Witch Hunts, to name a few.
Another major similarity is that the big three are the most prominent proselytizing religions, which I see is vastly different from their call to “preach the word” of their respective religion. I started out this post describing faith and belief and religion using terms such as ‘individual’ and ‘personal’ because religion is as personal and individualistic as the thoughts in your own head. The practice of religion can most definitely be a shared experience [hence not only the many varying religions, but also the great number of differing denominations of each religion – so as to bring together a larger number of community members of the same religion but of differing internalizing of the religion]. “Preaching the word” is that beacon for all who choose to practice that flavor of religion being preached. If one feels a connection with what is being preached, one will go toward that particular beacon. “Preaching the word” is meant to just be. Here it is, take it or leave it. It is meant to just be, because “the word” should be so good that it stands on it’s own – without any seduction, manipulation, or coercion. If “the word” really is all that & a bag of chips, it should simply be spoken, preached, shared. It shouldn’t need to be forced upon anyone – no matter how much the forcer feels the forcee “needs” it.
“Oh, but I know an atheist, and I’m concerned about him not going to heaven!” Really? And converting him/her is going to “save” this friend? Common statements of heroism like this sound mighty arrogant and egotistical. I suppose these converters also wish they had a cape and could fly around converting all the lesser heathens below them. A fear that a friend might burn in hell for all eternity if not converted first of all, is still a fear [remember earlier – fear=bad]. Second, I could talk to ten people of ten different religions and they could all have the same concern for my eternal soul, and all wanting me to join their club. Which one would I choose? Each of the ten claim to be the one and only true path. How can that be? If asked to point out the liar, I would see ten different hands pointing in ten different directions – all with equal conviction.
People with this level of religious conviction [and fear] don’t have a corner on the market of conversion. This morning on Midmorning [on MPR], Kerri Miller interviewed author Richard Dawkins on his quest to convert more people to Atheism. It was almost exactly like listening to a Christian trying to convert an Agnostic. Yay, fun.
I suppose in a way, I too am guilty of a similar feeling of superiority, for there are plenty ‘O days where I feel like I live in a world chock full of douchebags.
Out of time. Gotta run.
And suddenly… I’m just testing out what it’s like to start out my sentences with “and suddenly”. Anyway, I’ve been tinkering around with the whole life-is-what-you-make-it, mind-over-matter [or, mind-over-self in this case] concept since I first read Chaucer at age three. Kidding. It was Sartre and I was four. Over the years I’ve read a number of books and articles of varying aspects on the subject and watched plenty ‘O shows on Discovery, PBS, etc. The mind is simply fascinating. A great deal of what I’ve read and watched, of course, is speculation, theory, and a whole lot of studies and tests whose answers only raise twenty more questions. This piques my intrigue of the unknown in a big way.
I read a book back in ’95 called The Holographic Universe by Michael Talbot[recommended by my brother outlaw Luke]. The book postulates a theory that the universe is – you guessed it – a hologram. It’s like a real life Matrix in some sense. Based off the independent and collaborative works of renowned Quantum Physicist David Bohm [of Bohm-diffusion, Aharonov-Bohm effect, Manhattan Project and McCarthyism fame] and renowned neurophysiologist Dr. Karl H Pribram [of Holonomic brain theory fame and vastly broadening our understanding of the limbic system] and French Physicist Alain Aspect [of the Bell test experiments fame], Talbot assists in breaking down this concept into more palatable language for the masses – explaining that all we see, know, and experience are not separate pieces of a whole, but rather, everything is connected – albeit at a deeper, not yet perceived level. As we see islands in the water as being separate land masses, when we go beneath the water, we find out that these islands are not separate at all, but rather connected – even by great distances – to each other by the same land mass, just that most of what connects them is hidden from view below the water.
What does this have to do with mind-over-matter and my life-is-what-you-make-it reference earlier, you query? I’m an experimental kind of guy. So when it comes to improving my physical, mental, or emotional health, I like to go beyond the fraction of a sliver of knowledge and understanding of the world around us and experimentally delve into the vast ocean of the unknown nature of our existence that we have yet to discover, and toy around with who we are and what it means “to be”.
In this post, I wanted to touch on the relationship between my deeper perception of existence, my everyday perception of existence [and why they differ so immensely], and the effects it has on my daily moods, emotions, drive, self-esteem and self confidence. I’m curious about not only the effects of this relationship, but more so how I can affect this relationship and how I can bridge the gap so much so as to possibly merge the two – to live life via how I truly see life.
Looking up at what I originally wrote as the title of this post [it started off as “Who Can Turn The World On With A Smile”], I confess all I really wanted to say in this post is that I wanted to walk around being more happy and positive, and less pessimistic, cynical and stressed. I used to be far more extroverted back in high school, and quickly thereafter became far more introverted than is probably good for me. Since it’s reached a somewhat unhealthy state, I’d like to shoot for the high school extrovertedness in the hopes I can reach a more balanced middle ground of intro/extro. I kind of miss not having anxiety and having a far greater ability to roll with the punches.
Alright, since this post is getting a bit lengthy and all I’ve done is laid out one big preface [plus, I still need to do my crappy day job], I’ll end this post with a dramatic pause…
…and a climactic “to be continued”. Besides, this is and always has been an on-going topic for me and the studio audience inside my brain, so I’ll have plenty to say for many posts to come [possibly enough to fill a book. Book idea, I say? Sure! Why not!].
When you break it all down, everything bad and wrong and just plain ugly has it’s roots in fear. Fear is the most basic component of anger, jealousy, greed, violence, low self esteem, depression, and suicide. The philosophy of fear is simple: be unrealistic and destroy.
Being the most basic, fear is by far the most interesting and enigmatic of all emotions. Even all the crazy things people do that are typically chalked up to love usually are much deeper manifestations of one’s fear, having nothing to do at all with the object of one’s affection. Love, like other stronger emotions, can easily serve as a catalyst for expressions of fear. Because stronger emotions have a more profound impact on our minds and bodies, it moves us away from our homeostatic equilibrium, which can trigger a cautionary response [even with positive emotions] or potentially outright fear – whether founded or unfounded.
This is the beauty of fear that I love: fear can be one of the most irrational emotions. We can be afraid of the silliest things that, from the outside, we would scoff at as absurd. Some of the most common fears, according to studies, include the fear of failure [which would coincide with the fear of succeeding], and the fear of being alone – and not just having no one around on a dark night after watching a scary movie, but of isolation, abandonment, and not emotionally bonding with someone we can relate to.
The fear of succeeding sounds like the biggest practical joke on mankind ever. Take a person who has loads of intelligence and talent who could potentially do anything he or she wants in life, and then paralyze said person with fear, unable to realize even a fraction of his or her potential, left to rot in painful mediocrity. For what? What could possibly be better than a good life of living one’s dreams and getting what one wants? Nothing. The logic is not there. Fear can completely immobilize us from greatness for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
Fear also has the innate ability to not only keep us from greatness, but also take greatness away from us, in the same illogical way. It can tear families apart, drive loved ones away, ruin careers, destroy futures, and prohibit happiness – all without any basis in reality. Left unchecked, fear can be our own worst enemy. Learn to recognize and control our fears, and the world is so much less threatening and our lives become so much easier. This, my friend, is the philosophy of fear.
I have never been one to make New Year’s resolutions. I figure if there were changes I needed to make, I would want to start making them right then and there, and not give myself any diluted Fat Tuesday excuses to perpetuate poor habits. It all sounds like a set up for good intentions to fizzle out.
Sometime around mid – late December I just had enough of where I was at and the direction I was going, so I drafted a “determination list” – things that I don’t just want or hope for, things I am determined to do and see through. I do have more needs, but I figure if I can touch on these core issues, the rest will naturally fall into place.
DETERMINATION LIST 2009
I AM DETERMINED TO:
Successfully start and run an education philanthropy organization and foundation
Freelance write [for profit]
Be more creative
Start [and don’t stop] attending school
Wake up early every day
Exercise at least three times a week
To thine own self be true
OK, maybe that wasn’t the best analogy I could use, but a good number of us thought for a second that our dad wrote this entry. Either way, and in a way, we are watching our hard earned time and money go out the door as our potentially greatest resources are squandered in gross inefficiency. I suppose ‘not maintaining our car’ would be a somewhat better analogy. The jalopy I’m referring to is our education system [I use the term “system” loosely], the resources being our potential, as individuals. There’s not much consistency or efficiency in the current model, with the exception of all the great private, magnet, and charter schools trying their best to blaze new trails in academic progress. The current general standard is not even current, hardly standard, yet is quite general so much as to apply essentially the same instruction methodologies and procedures to essentially every child. This outdated paradigm has set off a vast multitude of “bigger picture” chains of events that have been corroding our productivity, ingenuity, and our economy. This, naturally, is not separate from the less tangibles such as happiness [individual and collective] and the motivation to want to do well and be good, for – as we’re witnessing in today’s [now global] economic crisis – everything is connected.
The way we view education in relation to it’s function in our society and economy reminds me of when my friends and I were starting a band in high school – we wasted so much time in the beginning thinking of a kick ass name for the band, totally neglecting to actually pick up our instruments and pound out and practice new material – we focused on the trivial first while neglecting the substance. We seem to be stuck in a short-sighted, disconnected mentality primarily focused on immediate to short term profits [at any cost – again, referring to our current crisis], an all-or-nothing, winner-takes-all, dog-eat-dog ultracapitalist mode. This is a great survival of the fittest model which has been the predominant flavor of capitalism in the past quarter century, but it is a new flavor and is still left unchecked. In this economic model, ethics are not only a liability, but a luxury which those who have to answer to shareholders cannot afford. Greed without scruples is now viewed as a healthy component of this new ultracapitalism. It worked well for Bernard Madoff [until December 11, 2008 – and he would have gotten away with it if it weren’t for them meddling kids!] Sure, we still churn out amazing doctors and lawyers and research scientists, but not only not enough [at least, not enough of the highly talented caliber], but also, apparently, not ethical enough. We either have forgotten or have never learned that a solid foundation of a super efficient, super progressive education system is what will not only cement this country further as a world superpower and inspirational beacon of hope, but also sustain this status indefinitely.
Education and it’s function in society is, in and of itself, the initial investment in our socio-economic machine in which we all live in, work in, play in, participate in, contribute to, and ultimately, depend upon regardless of socio-economic status. It is the primary factor that determines the health of our nation. We are of one machine with many cogs, and the greater our investment in not only the quality of each cog, but also in the design, the greater return on our investment will be realized through the superior quality of our workforce. Since there are numerous areas of the education system that could use an overhaul [or redesign], the top three that should be addressed initially are as follows:
I am tired now, so I will go more in depth on each of these three points another time, when I’m well rested. P.M. decongestant better kick in or T-bone will smother me in my sleep with her pillow!
I was born into a family who was born and raised in Minnesota, so naturally, I too was born and raised in Minnesota. Neither of my parents had any reason to move to another state – both careers and family were firmly rooted here. I’ve somehow survived thirty three brutally frigid winters in this fly-over state. Growing up, I can recall shoveling and scraping a 3×25 yard driveway at least once, sometimes five times a week during the longest of our seasons. During an especially precipitous winter, it would behoove one to shovel the excess snow from the roof, so as to prevent one’s roof and eighty gallons of snow from intruding on the interior of one’s house and thus ruining a perfectly good day. Hanging up/taking down the outdoor Christmas lights when it’s 10 below [that’s ten degrees below zero, for those who aren’t familiar, you’re welcome] isn’t exactly on the top of the list of reasons why I should enjoy getting out of bed in the morning, either. When the Governor issues a statement warning the rugged citizens of this cold, cruel state to stay indoors unless absolutely necessary, for exposed flesh could freeze within fifteen seconds [I assure you my friend, that means the moisture in your skin could go from a liquid to a solid state in the time it takes to say “I hear Thailand is beautiful this time of year”.], I tend to stop asking why I still live here, but vow [usually punctuated with more obscenities than necessary] to make this the LAST winter I live here.
My point being, with the economy tanking [or tanked], and there being as much time in the day as there is money in my bank [usually zero for both], when every day seems like such a chaotic challenge, the sub-zero temperature and the ungodly amounts of snow seem to just be the lemon juice on the paper cut. Why do we continually voluntarily live here?
Pack your bags, T-Bone, I hear Phuket is beautiful this time of year.