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Step 1. Click the settings arrow in the top right corner.
Step 2. Click "News Feed Settings"
Step 3. Click on "Unfollow People to Hide Their Posts"
Step 4. UNFOLLOW WITH IMPUNITY. ONLY KEEP THE VERY VERY BEST.
Step 5. Enjoy your new feed.
If you are like me, you have spend much of your life looking for value. What is the best? How do I get it? And, if you are like me, you have been searching by adding things to your life. More and more and more. More skills, more hobbies, more friends. Bigger house, newer car, better bike, nicer clothes... on and on it goes.
The reality is, this is the quickest way to have a life filled with things that we don't really care that much about. For me, this year has been all about removing all the excess. Getting rid of things and habits that don't really do anything for me, but I keep them "just in case."
Having a giant burden full of "just in case," is really just one thing. A giant burden.
So I have been shedding it, one piece at a time, and revealing the real treasure in my life. Creatively I can see my strengths more easily and use them for the betterment of others. I can focus my attention and time on the things I really love instead of being flooded by a sea of sub-par.
I have really just begun this journey, and am excited to see what happens as I shed more and more and more.
Much love friends, and find your best by getting rid of what doesn't matter that much.
Adrenaline was running really high. I stood at a table shakily writing notes on a business card from a very important business meeting. A hand touched my arm and a woman said, "Excuse me, I need help. This man is epileptic and he says he is about to have a grand maul seizure."
As I looked up, I saw a young man in a near catatonic state attempting and failing to inject some medicine that would help. I got down on his level and asked him if he knew what I should do. He could barely respond. All he could tell me was that if he went full seizure I would have to inject the medicine into his mouth. He could talk no more.
Inside, I was panicked to the max, but I didn't let it show. I looked at his badge and saw that he was with a well known booth, so I told the others who were there with me that I would run and get his friends. Surely they know what to do and are prepared for this.
I ran through the packed and milling crowd, pushing past people not caring if they thought I was rude. I found his friends and told them what was going on. They responded, "He just needs a vape pen!"
My God, I knew this! In my panic I had forgotten that Cannabis is the best thing for an epileptic, and I had one in my pocket. As we ran back, I was hoping that in the time elapsed he had not gone into a full grand maul, which could be life threatening. When we arrived, he was not in a full seizure but I could see that he had gotten worse. His body was more tense and his eyes were starting to roll back in his head.
We got his attention, what little of it there was and gave him the medicated vape pen. He puffed slowly at first and inhaled. He kept puffing more vigorously as the seconds rolled by. Within seconds his eyes settled to their normal position, his shoulders relaxed and he started crying and talking. We all breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other in amazement. We had just been a part of the miracle of cannabis.
As soon as he relaxed fully I told him that we would talk later (we did for about an hour) and I would leave him to gather himself with his friends. I walked outside and bawled my eyes out with gratitude. We were able to prevent a life threatening situation with a simple vaporizer pen. We had no need of needles, calling 911, getting an ambulance or any kind of scene. We did it quietly and quickly on a busy conference room floor and no one was the wiser. Except us. We are the wiser for it, and more grateful.
I know of very few things in the world with the power to change lives like Cannabis and I am here to help spread that message. I ask you to join me and countless others as we change the perception of this wonderful plant and change the world for the better.
Thanks for reading, and I hope my story impacts you as much as it did me.
Ha. What a hubristic title. But it's true. I know a secret. Well, it's not really a secret. The story has been told a googolplex of times. But, I have this feeling that we are afraid to talk about it plainly. So I want to take a stab at it.
The secret is... Pain.
I know, you just had a weird reaction. Kind of like "duh," and "oh shit, I don't want to hear/talk about this." Maybe I am reading into humanity too much, or maybe not, but this is what I see.
There's a problem though. When I say say pain, it's likely not the definition you have. You might be thinking of a broken bone, or an abusive relative, or when you were spanked as a child, or your illness, or your broken marriage. These are not the kinds of pain I speak of. Though, they may become tools for what I am talking about if a person is mindful enough.
I am talking about the pain of service, submission, surrender. Letting go.
Being a bible scholar of sorts, the story that comes to mind is when Jesus washed the disciples feet. I can see the unpolished third world home made of bricks and stone where his knees would touch the stone and rub uncomfortably as he served those who thought he was too good for such a task.
He knew better. To stoop down and suffer a bit in order to lift another above, well, Jesus knew, by doing that, he was in full union with the flow of the Universe, or as he said, God's Will. He was teaching his disciples and us the secret of life. Surrendering to our own suffering for another's benefit without judgement.
It's not easy. It is, in fact, the most difficult thing a human being can do. But it is our main task. To learn to accept pain as the price of surrendering our ego in service of others.
Some might call it sacrifice. I don't think so. I think it is called mercy, and grace. As it was said, "I desire mercy, not sacrifice." This was a pretty incredible distinction, as mercy and sacrifice have been touted throughout history as the same thing. They aren't. The sacrifice spoken of was literal. Blood shed on an altar to atone for sin. But that isn't our mission. We don't have to atone. That part is done. Now, our job is too execute the atonement in our lives through mercy. Mercy comes through service and submission and surrender.
By living these things properly, we attain glimpses of true joy. True joy just so happens to be what we mean when we say we want to be happy.
The next time we get the opportunity, let's surrender our ego and put others before ourselves and cheer as they are lifted on our shoulders to great heights. As you already know, it's worth it.
Tips to Declutter and Maximize Life
Use the 80/20 principle.
This principle is covered in the four hour work week and there is a book written on the subject. Basically, it can be expressed like this. 80% of your stress comes from 20% of your life. So figure out how to eliminate it! 80% of your money comes from 20% of what you do, so figure out what that is and eliminate the rest so you can focus on what matters. On and on it goes.
Trash or archive old digital files.
Think about it. You don’t really need them. What are you scared of? Everytime you go looking for a file and you can’t find it because you have so many ill named files... add up all that time and compare it to the value of holding on to files you don’t need anymore.
Give something away everyday.
This is pretty easy. Find something you think is cool or useful around your desk office, house or car that you actually never use, and give it away! Make a social media post about it. “Free to someone who loves it!” Watch your friends gain appreciation for you as you give them things they really value and love, whereas you just had a romantic idea that you really valued and loved it.
Control your communications.
The old farts were somewhat right. Being able to contact anyone at any moment is not the best thing for us. Being able to instantly distract someone from whatever they might be doing on a whim is pretty irresponsible and inconsiderate. Make time blocks where you communicate in various channels. i.e. email at specific times of the day for specific blocks of time, only check your facebook or instagram or whatever else you use at certain times as well and also set a timer or something to stop you from endlessly scrolling.
Turn off notifications.
Turn off every notification you can on your computer and phone and stop letting apps control your attention! YOU choose when to pay attention to something and not the other way around. (Notice the words PAY ATTENTION, your attention is a currency and that ‘s how apps view it, that is why they created notifications., so they can get you to pay them more!)
Have fun and remember, if it really brings value to your life, it's not clutter!
Commuters drive cars. Look around, the vast majority of all cars have one person in them. Getting an average of 23 miles to the gallon (thats the average mileage of all new cars) is pretty sad when one can get 40+++ on a motorcycle or scooter and on a bicycle the average person can go 20 miles on 7 hardboiled eggs.
Riding an open air two wheeled vehicle keeps a person in contact with the environment, the smells, the sights, the temperature changes, etc. Awareness and mindfulness go up dramatically. Riding a bike or motorcycle also makes a person more aware of others, as their actions may be fatal, so every decision and interaction matters. Cars dull the senses and make us less responsible and engaged.
Parking is one of every growing community's biggest problems. Remove a car that commuted one person and put 4 motorcycles or 5 scooters or 20 Bicycles. Parking problem solved.
Wanna help change the world? Here is something simple anyone can do right now. Pick your two wheels of choice and start replacing your commuting habits with choices that make more sense for all of us. If you can, get rid of your car and go two wheels only. I am working on doing this right now and the prospect is very exciting.
Talk soon, and peace,
I have been prone to a sort of minimalism for a long time. Ask my wife. I always have this urge to get rid of anything that is knick-knacky. But recently, thanks to my buddies, The Minimalists, the likes of Steven Pressfield and his book the War of Art, Seth Godin, and now Tim Ferris I am taking this thing to new heights.
It started simply enough. In the back of my mind, I have hated clutter for a long time. Things that take up space just to take up space. No real value, just, well, stuff. It's long been the American Dream to have lots of stuff and I have been caught up in that dream, only to awaken and realize it's actually a nightmare.
So as I go through this with you, I am just going to share the things that automatically surface for me as STUFF I need to get out of my life.
1. iPhone - yeah I know, it hurts to talk about. But I am constantly reminded of how much life this thing sucks out of me and how little it actually gives. There is always something notifying me (not anymore), an email, a text, a facebook message, an instagram notification, a venmo that came through, a retweet notification, a slack message, on and on and on. When do these notifications love to flood in at an unbearable rate? Dinner time. When I am deep in a conversation, or a coffee or drink date with my wife or a dear friend, or worse, when I am hanging out with my kids and teaching them. With every buzz, I feel this tension in my body as I lose hold of what is right in front of me. This one has got to go. So here are the things that I am doing to manage it.
•Turn off ALL notifications. - I can check my communication channels when I need to instead of being a slave to it all the time.
•Delete all apps that I never touch. This one was tough. It took me a while. Why was it so painful to delete that photo editing app I used one time? I don't know. But I did it.
•Delete life sucking apps. I'm looking at you facebook and snapchat. Endless scrolling of endless bullshit that does nothing for anyone. Really. You might say, but I see good stuff on there! In fact, that's how I am reading this right now! Yeah? What's the percentage of great stuff you consume via facebook? As a test, I just scrolled through 50 posts and not a single one was actually valuable. 50 more and I might find something. So let's be generous and call mine 1%. 1%?!?!?!?! so if I have scrolled for 30 minutes a day since I joined facebook mid 2009, which is probably low honestly, that is over 1400 hours of scrolling of which only 14 of those hours were likely to be valuable to me. That means I wasted 1386 hours of my life looking at drivel when I could have made a movie, or learned a language, or any number of very enriching things! Ugh, now I feel as thought I just crawled out of a sewer. And for snapchat, yeah, I could follow just a few people that really kickass, but I would rather read the refined thought out posts they put on their blogs than watch little improvised blips.
THERE ARE BETTER WAYS TO CONSUME GREAT CONTENT! Use an RSS reader like feedly to subscribe to blogs that talk about things that make you better, and write a blog yourself dammit! You have awesome stuff to share with the world.
2. Stuff I never use. - It's the RV, the extra vehicle, the 75 tshirts I never wear, the extra shoes I never wear, The books I never read, The DVD's I never watch (Don't even have a DVD player, why do I have DVD's?) The tools I never use, The audio gear I never use, on and on and on and on. I pay for storage of these things, I throw away money to have a room full of shit that I look at a couple times a year. Time to go.
3. Automate food shopping. The truth is, I don't eat much variety, so walking around a grocery store with my eyes wandering all over all the packaged crap and then buying and eating said crap, is, well, crap. Tim Ferriss mentioned in his book The 4 Hour Work Week that there are studies that say that the leanest, healthiest people in the world eat the same things everyday. I have not verified this fact other than with my own eating habits and it just makes sense. I have been eating the same simple foods everyday (I am on a ketogenic diet,) and I lost thirty pounds in three months. I feel better, my candida is not ruling my body anymore, and on it goes. So the point is, I don't need to go shopping. I just need a box of the same foods delivered to me when I need it. I have not solved this problem yet, but I will, and then I will never make a trip to the grocery store again, and neither will my wife. It feels good just talking about.
These are just three things that I am trying to tackle now to declutter my mind, my body and my spirit and be a better person so I can be more valuable to my family, friends, coworkers, community and the world. I definitely don't intend for you to feel like you aren't good enough because you aren't doing these things, and there is no universal law for being free. But if you look at these things and see the underlying principle, you will get it. The question is, is it actually valuable to me? Does it bring daily joy and make me better everyday? Then keep it! If you find that most of your facebook feed is immensely satisfying and you garner deeper relationships with people because of it, then keep it! If you feel the same way about your phone, keep it! For me however, these are roadblocks to me being the best I can be and I have to stop pretending otherwise.
Thanks for reading, I hope you got something out of it, and I love you.
I haven’t written in a while, and for no good reason really. I have been busy filling my time with being busy for busy-ness sake, and not editing out the parts of my life that are useless. Hence, no writing. But I am changing that. Thanks to Seth Godin’s The Dip, and Tim Ferris and his Four Hour Work Week. I’ll explain, and tell the story of my week, all at once, and hopefully it’s as informative and entertaining for you as it was for me. (Hey oxford comma haters, it’s okay, and you’ll live)
I arrived in San Francisco last Wednesday, I promptly picked up a rented motorcycle, and got situated on the couch at my friend Lauren’s house and settled in, double checking all my gear. Good to go.
That night I was able to run into several old friends and see the inner workings of a really sweet SF club The Great Northern run by my dear friend Brett Cline. I also found out that I could attend a small Deadmau5 show in the club the next week. Cool.
The next morning, I awoke quite hungover (Thanks Brett,) and had to wait out getting on the motorcycle for safety concerns. This was to be, I thought, my only day off to be lackadaisical and just generally enjoy the city. Luckily, It was sunny in San Fran, and therefore, a perfect day to ride. I rode around, exploring, using the maze technique of following the right wall to get out and finding all kinds of beautiful little tucked away spots. I should mention, this is my first time riding in a city, and the learning curve is quite intense. Luckily I like intense. I learned very quickly to NEVER BE DISTRACTED, as things move much too quickly to gawk at anything but the cars in front of me. I received a text earlier in the day that I was invited to be on the list to go see Orgone and The Monophonics in the beautiful UC Theater in Berkeley. Hell yes! I should mention that this theater is freshly restored and maybe the best indoor venue I have ever seen. During the show we were led to a booth by a friend of a friend and met the owner, who just so happened to work for Bill Graham Presents for 30+ years and managed every venue they owned! No wonder this place was so perfect! Anyways, I had to close it up and get to bed at a decent hour so I could get up and ride to Santa Rosa in the morning.
Enter the booklist. My first big trip last year I rode 5000 miles of northwest highways for a month. During this time, I started listening to podcasts while riding, and found this to be life changing. I could listen to incredibly edifying content and become a better person, while in the zen state of riding! Perfect. So for this trip, where I knew I was going to ride 2500+ miles in two weeks, I prepared by downloading a corresponding amount of books to listen to while I rode. Here is the list:
The Dip by Seth Godin
The 4 Hour Workweek by Time Ferris
Smarter Faster Better by Charles Duhigg
How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie
The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
Stealing Fire by Jamie Wheal and Steven Kotler
Rework by Jason Fried and David Heinemeier Hansson
I listened to The Dip on the plane and during my first day. Great book. Simple concept. People that do great things, they all avoid whirlpools or circles or cul de sacs (dead ends), and find things that are hard to do that others easily give up on, and push through the dip of the tough, challenging part that most people fail to get past. Find a dip worth fighting through and fight through it.
Ahh. I needed to hear that. I have plenty of cul de sacs in my life. Time to ride out of them.
Then came the 4 Hour Work Week. I came at this one with a lot of skepticism. 4 hour workweek? Who is this guy kidding? But I quickly realized that the message was a continuation of The Dip. A deepening. Eliminate or automate the attention sucking things in my life that don’t really matter. The things that just eat away my mind and senses. Email, social media, possessions that are useless and just take up needless space, to name a few. Just the act of doing this life-editing can free me up to be more attentive, mindful, and caring toward what really matters to me.
I listened to most of this on my way to San Bernadino, at least I thought I was going there… Oh I skipped my morning experience. So, I get up early and it is a little cold to ride, so I need to wait till the sun has been up a bit. I finally go out and load my bike at about 10:30 as the temp is approaching 60. I get all rearing’ to go and start the bike. It starts, sputters and dies. I think, “Oh wow the colder temp is keeping her down.” So I pull the choke, and start her again, boom, she runs. I hop on and ride toward the coast to get on Highway 1. No power, no torque, it will barely go. I ride for about 5 minutes, and then stopping at a stop sign, I smell burning. and there is smoke coming from my muffler. I look down and one of my mufflers is glowing red. Oh no. I pull over and inspect the bike and find that someone has broken one of my spark plugs. Ugh.
I call the rental shop, and they get a tow guy over to me, and he says, “You got hit by the walking dead.” Huh? “Crackheads man, zombies, they steal the ceramic from the plug for crack pipes.” I would have never thought. Well I learn a lesson about having exposed spark plugs in a city, and it will never happen again. The shop fixes the bike, and 2 hours later I am back on the road. almost 4 hours behind now and I have a long way to go. Off I go.
It was a beautiful uneventful ride, the coast of California from San Francisco to Big Sur, which isn’t very far by freeway but a long ride on the road less traveled. About 8 o clock in the evening, I am starting to feel beat, the sun is going down and I need to crash. So I look for a State Park. All Full. Okay, how about a roadside motel? All full as far as I could look on a map. Shit, it’s Saturday night on the coast. Of course it’s full. It’s getting later fast and I figure I’ll just keep riding until I find something, pulling over in every town to NO VACANCY signs glowing in the dark. Oh man. So I decide, the best thing to do is ride inland off the coast where there are likely to be less weekend warriors occupying every bed. I call ahead to Maricopa, which is a perfect route to go across the desert to San Bernadino, hugging the mountains almost the whole way, and reserve a room.
I finally get there at 12:40 am having been riding for nearly 12 hours, which is admittedly too long, but hey, I didn’t really have an option.
In the morning I go out to the bike, excited to get to San Bernadino by noon, the temp is warm cause I am now on the edge of the desert and I look at my tires, and the rear is flat. AHHHH! Two days in a row?! There is one gas station in this little place, and sure enough, no air. I’m in the second dip of this motorcycle trip.
I call AAA, and I don’t have motorcycle coverage. Doh! So I call the tow truck to take me to the nearest tire shop. He takes me to a K-mart on the way to try some fix a flat and see if that won’t fix it. Nope. Something is really wrong. He tells me that there is no tire shop open for 200 miles and to be towed there would be hours and like $300. Nope. Not doing that. Take me to the nearest place and I will stay the night somewhere and take care of it in the morning. Now I am missing my engagement in San Bernadino that evening. Not that big of a deal, so I just roll with it.
I go into the (only) local bar in Taft, California, which also happens to be attached to the tire shop my bike is stashed behind, and pull up a seat. This is my kinda place. Total dive, everyone knows everyone, and no one knows me. I sit down, order food and a drink, thinking, “Well, I guess get to have the real Taft experience.” I start talking to an older gentleman next to me, and he is excited to meet a stranger in this place where strangers never come. He asks me what I am doing and why I am there, and I tell him about my motorcycling misfortune, and he says “oh, well there ain’t nuthin’ ta do round’ here so the mechanics’ll be here any minute to have their afternoon cocktails, they’ll prolly open the shop and fix ya up.”
No way, this is perfect, I thought. Sure enough, the owner of both places, Julie, comes in and tells me that they will come in and help me. YES! After an hour or so of sitting and and chatting with the locals, Julie tells me that they are here and I should go around back. So I do and Mike introduces himself and gets promptly to work. This dude is a real motor head and has the tire off my bike so fast it makes my head spin. There’s a wrinkle in the tube and it has rubbed a hole. He patches it, get it back in and back on, and has me on my way by 6.
I was gonna stay there, but now I am free and there is light, and it is a beautiful evening to ride. Especially since there is no traffic out here. So I ride back north as fast as I can. It’s wide open, I can see thousands of yards in every direction so I max out the bike at 108 mph and stay there for and hour. Back in to the 4 hr work week.
The book is blowing my mind. This dude is changing the game of lifestyle design, has been for over ten years, I feel late to them game. He has figured out ways to think and methods of designing his lifestyle to make sure that he is as present and connected as he possibly can be, and eliminates the unnecessary with impunity. By doing the he is able to focus more on the very important things far more, and give more of himself to serving people in his sphere. Boom, everything I want in life. This is the tip of the iceberg for this book and I highly recommend it to anyone and everyone. Not everything in the book will be applicable to everyone, but there are definitely things in here for everyone.
Well, I am about to go for an afternoon ride around the city, and will see guys online soon. Leave questions or comments below, and I will be sure to answer you within a week.
The most surprising thing to me about the internet. It's how much people think they know. About everything. Religion, Politics, celebrities personal lives... We read an article and we make up our mind. As long as the article has a trusted brand on it, of course. Because we know that trusted brands are always to be trusted. Hell, they are practically our dear neighbors who have never done us wrong.
There is an ocean of literal, intimate human knowledge out there and somehow we believe that if we examine a few glyphs on a wall then we know exactly what is true, and not only do we know it, we know it completely and fully and no one can dare question our fortress of infinite knowledge and wisdom.
I know. It sounds silly, yet if you look around, this mindset is prevalent in post after post after post. Maybe it's time we become a bit more skeptical of our own knowledge and our own ability to process that knowledge. Because maybe we can't tell the whole ocean by a drop of water, and, as someone said, "to err is human."
I have a few stop signs in my neighborhood on my drive to work and back. I drive through them every day.
The trouble is, I know my neighborhood better than the stop signs. I know when the traffic is bad. I know when the traffic is good.
Sometimes I can blow right through those fuckers like a bat outta hell cause they ain't nobody they-ah.
Sometimes I have to go real slow like, because there's a lot of people on the road, and I don't want to hit anybody.