Friday, July 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Truths
1. To create wealth: create value for others.
2. To obtain freedom: adopt discipline
3. To gain tomorrow: sacrifice today
4. To be secure: take risks
5. To lead: serve
6. To get up: lift another
7. To get revenge: forgive
8. To win: find the lessons in loss
9. To fly: fall often
10. To change the world: change yourself
2. To obtain freedom: adopt discipline
3. To gain tomorrow: sacrifice today
4. To be secure: take risks
5. To lead: serve
6. To get up: lift another
7. To get revenge: forgive
8. To win: find the lessons in loss
9. To fly: fall often
10. To change the world: change yourself
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Bill Ackman's Reading List
http://www.forbes.com/sites/monteburke/2012/07/18/hedge-fund-titan-bill-ackmans-essential-financial-reading-list/
Keep these in mind. They'll be useful down the road.
Keep these in mind. They'll be useful down the road.
Women and Trying
So I used to have a lot of women. Then I went through my dark period where none wanted to be around me. Now they are coming back slowly. I am pleased by all of these things but now I know some things about myself which help in my relationships with women.
First of all, I am not a whore. Women liked me specifically because of this fact. I enjoyed getting to know them, relaxing about them, and then if the opportunity presented itself and it was mutually enjoyable we would spend private time together. But it was never forced or the goal of the relationship. Rather it was a bi-product of the relationship.
Second, all of the best relationships I've had have been the result of being like my father. He was a calm man, never too excitable or too lax. But rather he walked what I like to call in the sense of demeanor, the middle path. Enjoy conversation. Enjoy the day. Press the advantage but do so in a graceful manner. And take life as it comes. But don't look at things or people as transactionary. But rather if a woman is correct for you or if anything is correct for you it should have a comfort level to it.
I have adopted this method and I must say that while I don't see many results from it for the time being I am calm again. I don't fee anxious or pressed about any woman in particular. I feel as though my interactions are beginning to manage themselves. It's a nice thing, not trying.
First of all, I am not a whore. Women liked me specifically because of this fact. I enjoyed getting to know them, relaxing about them, and then if the opportunity presented itself and it was mutually enjoyable we would spend private time together. But it was never forced or the goal of the relationship. Rather it was a bi-product of the relationship.
Second, all of the best relationships I've had have been the result of being like my father. He was a calm man, never too excitable or too lax. But rather he walked what I like to call in the sense of demeanor, the middle path. Enjoy conversation. Enjoy the day. Press the advantage but do so in a graceful manner. And take life as it comes. But don't look at things or people as transactionary. But rather if a woman is correct for you or if anything is correct for you it should have a comfort level to it.
I have adopted this method and I must say that while I don't see many results from it for the time being I am calm again. I don't fee anxious or pressed about any woman in particular. I feel as though my interactions are beginning to manage themselves. It's a nice thing, not trying.
New Found Balance
Marissa Meyer said something that I won't forget (her again). She said that you must have a rhythm. Well, I've got a rhythm now. It's a good rhythm. And it's a rhythm by which I can make progress. I am pleased with it.
It consists of going home. Having a cup of milk with some graham crackers or a cigarette (I know, I know) and getting to work straight away. At 11 pm I watch the news and an anime cartoon of my choosing, then I go home and I get back to work.
I know that I must eat dinner. If I eat I am well adjusted and happy. If I don't then I sleep poorly during the night and wake up somewhat drained. But now that I know this I am much better off. After I eat a respectable breakfast I am ready to roll. I am calm and able to get back to work.
But most importantly I am able to get back to just simply being.
It consists of going home. Having a cup of milk with some graham crackers or a cigarette (I know, I know) and getting to work straight away. At 11 pm I watch the news and an anime cartoon of my choosing, then I go home and I get back to work.
I know that I must eat dinner. If I eat I am well adjusted and happy. If I don't then I sleep poorly during the night and wake up somewhat drained. But now that I know this I am much better off. After I eat a respectable breakfast I am ready to roll. I am calm and able to get back to work.
But most importantly I am able to get back to just simply being.
Burnout, Resentment, and Wrong Decisions
They say you should never make decisions when you're tired. Well, I did. How wrong could I be.
You see I was burnt out. Which Marissa Meyer's explained to me in an article in Bloomberg Businessweek meant that I was resentful. And truly I was. I didn't have a boss that was forcing me to do things. I was resentful, not of what other people were making me do, but of what I was doing to myself. You see I had been coding furiously for about a month, give or take a few days, seven days a week, 13-15 hours a day, including weekends. I was tired. Moreso I was getting resentful. I was resentful that I had no one to talk to. Coding at my stage is a pretty lonely enterprise. It's me, a computer, maybe Hulu in the background, but it's me pretty much writing code and figuring things out. Just me.
I'm not a solo act. I enjoy interpersonal relationships. I enjoy human interaction. So when I sit for very long periods of time and just work with no interpersonal interaction it bothers me. I resent it. Then I become tired. Then comes the choice.
Mark Twain said that (paraphrased) when he was trying to write a book, at a certain point he just couldn't. He put down his pen and walked away from it. Then days later his cup filled up. He wandered back to his pen and found that he could write again. His cup just needed time to fill back up.
I've often felt this when I've created things. That somehow in creating something I was pouring my very soul into this thing, that I was breathing life into it, and while my life renews itself, it simply needs time to do so. Well, I had no life left in me. I needed a rest. My soul wasn't tired, it was just drained. I had nothing left to give. Three days and I would've been fine. Five and I would've been perfect. But alas I did what I normally do. I couldn't sit still.
My sister called (remember her?). She wanted me to write something. I wrote it. Then she wanted four other things. I agreed to write them. Now my soul is full again but I'm filling the wrong cup. >( This is not the proper cup and yet I'm filling it. Meanwhile the correct cup is sitting idly by waiting on me. And I'm not filling it. No good. Not good at all.
The next time I feel some exhaustion I will simply sit. I will get a book. I will watch as much TV as I want. I will buy an XBox. I will do something that I often have a hard time doing. I will do nothing. I will let my cup fill up. I will wait for my soul to replinish itself. Then I will get back to work, willing and able to continue on my way.
Until then I will do my penenance now. I will write for my sister. And not write again.
You see I was burnt out. Which Marissa Meyer's explained to me in an article in Bloomberg Businessweek meant that I was resentful. And truly I was. I didn't have a boss that was forcing me to do things. I was resentful, not of what other people were making me do, but of what I was doing to myself. You see I had been coding furiously for about a month, give or take a few days, seven days a week, 13-15 hours a day, including weekends. I was tired. Moreso I was getting resentful. I was resentful that I had no one to talk to. Coding at my stage is a pretty lonely enterprise. It's me, a computer, maybe Hulu in the background, but it's me pretty much writing code and figuring things out. Just me.
I'm not a solo act. I enjoy interpersonal relationships. I enjoy human interaction. So when I sit for very long periods of time and just work with no interpersonal interaction it bothers me. I resent it. Then I become tired. Then comes the choice.
Mark Twain said that (paraphrased) when he was trying to write a book, at a certain point he just couldn't. He put down his pen and walked away from it. Then days later his cup filled up. He wandered back to his pen and found that he could write again. His cup just needed time to fill back up.
I've often felt this when I've created things. That somehow in creating something I was pouring my very soul into this thing, that I was breathing life into it, and while my life renews itself, it simply needs time to do so. Well, I had no life left in me. I needed a rest. My soul wasn't tired, it was just drained. I had nothing left to give. Three days and I would've been fine. Five and I would've been perfect. But alas I did what I normally do. I couldn't sit still.
My sister called (remember her?). She wanted me to write something. I wrote it. Then she wanted four other things. I agreed to write them. Now my soul is full again but I'm filling the wrong cup. >( This is not the proper cup and yet I'm filling it. Meanwhile the correct cup is sitting idly by waiting on me. And I'm not filling it. No good. Not good at all.
The next time I feel some exhaustion I will simply sit. I will get a book. I will watch as much TV as I want. I will buy an XBox. I will do something that I often have a hard time doing. I will do nothing. I will let my cup fill up. I will wait for my soul to replinish itself. Then I will get back to work, willing and able to continue on my way.
Until then I will do my penenance now. I will write for my sister. And not write again.
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