Day 2 and 3 of Yoga Challenge


Day 2 and 3 of Yoga – Lessons Learned

Apologies to those who are new to my blog. I write for the ear. I will be recording them at a future date. More for my own practice, and I will be posting them up on Soundcloud. (You’ll be able to find it here, once I get it recorded.)

So I didn’t eat enough or late enough on Friday afternoon, so the Friday night Yoga class was interesting. The foundation series (not Asimov) was challenging, and I was getting a dull throbbing headache. I wondered what it was, then I recognized it from days when I haven’t eaten enough. Low blood sugar. It’s not one of the marketing strategies for yoga to eat healthy. It’s for your own safety! The last thing you want to be doing is passing out or stressing out from hypoglycemic shock. It’s not healthy! So yes, I will have to plan a healthy snack on those days when I will eat after the class in the evening, or in the afternoon and catch a late supper afterwards. Granola comes to mind, I may double up on my time saving egg/bacon breakfast burrito. No reason why I can’t eat that at any point of the day. I missed out on Tree pose, as my heart rate was up and was really dizzy by that point. I’m glad the second half of the class was on the floor.

Also, hydration, hydration, hydration. Tips that I’ve found that work for me so far, try them out for you, and let me know your own.
– Drops of lemon juice in your water, not only will this dechlorinate the water, but will give a little more flavor. So you aren’t just forcing water into your system.
– Coconut water is amazing for hydration after a yoga session, or after a workout. Try and avoid the stuff with sugar and other preservatives.
– Drinking throughout the day helps with energy level. And not just water… Green Tea has been a great refresher and concentrator for me lately.
– Get a huge drinking vessel, make it your own. Right now I have a 64oz coffee to go mug, I fill this with filtered water, and a couple of splashes of Ginger/Lemon juice.

Saturday class at Hot Yoga on 20th was welcome, minus 20 degrees celcius outside, add on a windchill and it feels like minus 37 degrees. But it was plus forty degrees in the studio. Hooray! Stepping in, finding a spot, I found my muscles loosening immediately. Didn’t have enough time to do a good lying still warm up. Still felt a little sore in few spots. Lower back, abs, inner thighs and the perpetual knot in my right shoulder. Got a little bit better rests in between poses, did more diaphragm breathing. That was working a lot better bringing heart rate down too. I’m still finding places of tension in my body, I did have a longer warmup time the other day, that may have also been a factor from the lower blood sugar and dehydration.

Finding my balance is still a bit off, I’m falling out, but it’s getting a little better each day. Surprised myself today as I got into bow pose correctly and didn’t faceplant. Tightness in my calves and feet, I have to shake out the stiffness afterwards.

Today I remembered to eat at the right time and brought my usual bag of stuff. Water bottle for those precious little sips in class, towel for shower afterwards, plastic bag to hold sweaty clothing/yoga towel/shower towel afterwards. I come to class in sweats, then change afterwards, regular clothing. Helps out a little. So when I reached into my bag looking for the coconut water that should be wrapped up in the jeans that I had currently on … I left in the fridge at home. No big loss. But it is another lesson.

And it comes up from something in my RSS subscriptions off of Cool Tools, it’s a survival guide, which I am thinking about purchasing just for research for Seekrit Project writing project.

No matter how much you prepare for a disaster, there might be something else that will be there to mess you up. Survival handbooks will get lost in the case of a disaster. The person with the most survival knowledge skill will get injured or disabled first in case of a disaster.

No how matter how much planning I do, there will problems ahead. And I am the cause and owner of these problems. But I won’t have to dwell on them, or flog myself onto the Guilt Train to Tokyo. (possible spoken word piece there) I’ll just learn, and do better, don’t plan, rehearse and visualize what I need to do. Then Do It. No hesitation, no fear, set aside ego and just flow. There, zen moment for the day. Got a little deep there.

Day 3 Yoga done, Ends on February 10th. 27 more to go. Hooray!

Now I must go back to my writers group, get more of Boom finished, and the NaNoWrimo. But with this blog, I have my 750 words per day done!

I’m still here,
Pearce

Day 1 of Yoga Challenge


Thirty yoga classes in thirty days.

If I skip one day, I have to make up for it on a weekend, catch two classes. But a lot like other monthly challenges, this is one that will challenge me mentally and physically. I am reminded of the NaNoWriMo challenge, but there is a huge difference. I can’t do extra yoga sessions at 3AM to get ahead. Well I could get multiple classes done in one day, but pacing is the main part to this Om-arathon. Not over doing it, not pushing too hard to injure, just find that stretch. Finding that spot where it’s just a little too uncomfortable, then seeing why it is, backing up a little, then pushing just a teeny bit more.

Yesterday was my first Sivananda class. A lot of the principles in this type do cross over to the other types of classes I have taken. Having a sinus inflammation lately, made the breathing exercises a little fun. For a moment there, I couldn’t breathe out of my left side. Must do more Neti pot in the next few days… possibly thirty. It’s been a while since I’ve done the flow through the Sun Salutations. Felt a little clumsy, but definitely got the place where I could feel the stretch on my upper thigh and hip, as well as my throat. Part of me wanted to stay in some positions a little longer; cobra felt good in the lower back, and downward dog to get the backs of my calves loosened up. Didn’t quite match up the breaths with the positions, but will get that in time. Incorrect practicing at home?

And then the headstand.

I didn’t fall. I did find the position interesting when I got my arms into triangle, then put the crown of my head on the mat, then the inverted V shape, where I could feel the tension in hamstrings, and calves. And then when I leaned forward, and brought my legs up. Well, let’s just say, my shoulders told me that I was not anywhere near being ready to do one. I do hold a lot of tension there. The muscle feels like bone. Many massage therapists basically can dig deep to break up the knots. Headstand will come in time.

Think it’s called crow, where you squat, put your hands forward on the ground, then rest your inner thighs on the backs of your elbows. I got off the ground, and balanced for a minuscule three seconds. Then the contents of my sinuses shifted and I almost fell on my face. I chuckled and got back into it, this time, with only my big toes barely tickling the mat. Back twisting was good, think I freaked out some of my neighbouring yogis when my back popped and I grunted with the release.

And shavasana. Yay, that was a deep one with the last relaxation, and for some reason a memory came back to me.

Living on the farm, the last year. It was summer, and I knew that there was the Move into town. Just me and mom. We spent a lot of that summer watching tv and movies, and reading. Not really dealing with the divorce or the painful parts of life. And the one month where I kept falling asleep during the Chuck Norris movie, had a Doberman or a Rottweiler in the beginning of it. Fifteen minutes in, BAM! I’m out like a light. There was a big huge chunk of foam, more squarish single bed size. I’d make my bed in the living room, flicker of the tv, sound of the pages as Mom read, windows open brought the occasional summer breeze through the long house, dogs out barking at the edge of the home section. I was warm and comfortable there. And not a care in the world that I would like to acknowledge. It was one of the strongest memories of love that I’ve ever had. It felt like home. There have been other smaller places that have felt that way for me, but not as strong or as deep.

I have no idea what that memory means for it to come up, but I do know this, it’s challenging my emotional state as well. Breaking physical tightness will help release emotional tightness. Maybe subconsciously I’ve ‘Made this Place Home-Like so it is Comfortable during times of Discomfort’.

I’m thankful that I started the thirty day challenge with this one class. No hot yoga to start this one off, that is tomorrow. And this challenged me as well.

I’m still here,

Pearce

P.S. Check in with your local yoga studios for 30 day challenges throughout the year.

P.S.S. More reflective thoughts on yoga to come in the next 30 days. You have been warned.

P.S.S.S. May include a paypal link, buy a guy a coconut water?

Day 3 – 2012


Combination of Downward Dog, sinus infection, and partially digested ramen noodle in chicken broth makes for an interesting burp.

Hi. I’m Pearce Kilgour. Geek, Slim Yogi, Dad, Writer, Participant in the last Great Quaffing, owner and proprietor of the General Office of Consciousness. This is my blog, and from the links above, you can find some of my other ramblings, stories, and soon to come, audio recordings thereof.

I’m easing into daily yoga. Just working with some of the poses as they come to me. Warrior, up cobra, downward dog, low plank, half moon, light stretches, an inverted pigeon pose which really seems to relax my hamstrings. Also just stretching out on the floor, and really giving my lower back a chance to relax seems to help. I do yoga today, so I can do yoga tomorrow. I’m looking forward to starting the 30 Classes in 30 Days challenge at Hot Yoga on 20th.

The sinus infection probably comes from the colder weather last week and foolishly I did not cover my forehead or wear my scarf to keep my nose warm. Now, it’s time again for another form of yoga – Neti Pot.  I’ve got my hands on some really good sea salt, no additives, no iodine, no caking agents. Just straight salt. From various sources on the net, it seems that the best combination, depending on the pH of the water, is 1 part Sea Salt to 1 part Baking Soda. I went with half part baking soda, and I can’t tell the difference between the Neti pot ‘buy our brand’ and the combination that I made. (Besides the monetary difference.) For those of you who ever had sinus problems and wanted to get a cranial plumber to just ‘get in there and drill the pressure out’, I do recommend getting over squeamish feelings and try it out. I hated it the first week I did it. But my previous sinus infections have been quite shorter and symptoms have been reduced without the help of over the counter drugs. More info on Nasal Irrigation here! And it is a form of yoga, Jali Neti. That’s right, from a country that has so many people and allergens in the air, it’s no wonder they came up with a method to clean the inside of your nose. What next? A method to clean the inside of your mouth, or teeth? CRAZY!

Also came to the realization that the purer the substance, the harder it is to get hands on it. With every step on the way that adds something to it, also pays that step along the way. The small exploitation of  labour at every transaction, cut the pureness out, and take some on the way. In the end, isn’t the cheapest thing the one with the most filler?

Also back onto the vitamin regimen after the usual New Years feasting has been completed. The usual Christmas Taco, Bacon wrapped Jalapeno’s, Prime Rib (twice), Yorkshire Pudding (once, unfortunately) and Tortierre was distributed across many days. Feeling a little ick across the chest, cholesterol is probably to blame on this again, so time to hit the leafy greens and vitamins. I’ve also been drinking ginger juice, made by a local, and increasing my water intake. As well as consuming green tea whenever I can. And it popped into my head today, Holy Basil. I can’t remember which podcast I was listening to, but I seemed to recall one of the guests was explaining when they take Holy Basil extracts, their synchronicity seems to occur hardcore. The main effect is less stress, so this is something I’m going to try out as well. If I can flow more with my surroundings, the less stress I will have overall. Trust me, I won’t be going completely all leafy greens, if I don’t get my meaty proteins in, I get grumpy.

Took some time to go over some business plans, adding more ideas and sources that I have to research out. Compiling this information will take some time, but once it is together, I will know it inside and out. Just a matter of getting it done.

Also took some time to go over my NaNoWriMo effort, still sitting at 22k, and I know it’s well past the November 30th deadline, but I will finish the stories off. It isn’t good enough for print material, maybe e-book, but it is still a first draft, and I know I can do better. Although, I don’t think the ending has ever been done in major comic book history. Must visit the library. Weekly.

This is not a new years resolution promise, this is me drawing a mark on the trail. Blazing that path. How else can I see where I came from?

That, and I got my 750 words for today done. How you like me now?!

I’m still here,
Pearce

These Ghosts


On that fleeting edge of dream and awake,
she’s there.
Sometimes I remember how the bed smelled like her
the next morning.
I try not to think of it-
Hair on pillow, breath on the back of my neck,
her laugh, play, the joyful abandon,
each one of her being
-these ghosts-
of fleeting moments.

Find a spot by the ocean…


Find that place by the ocean that you like. It will feel right when you find it.

A place where you’d like to visit me, especially when you feel lonely and need some warmth or a silly thought to cheer you up.

And when I’m gone… plant my cremated ass in the ground! Yeah! Turn what’s left of me into a tree!

In convenient biodegradable cup.

Maybe I can turn into a natural bonsai over looking some japanese coastline. Then some young hip photographer will get a shot of me.

Then I can get published! And be a tree!

I’ve got a plan. Don’t fill my meaty parts up with chemicals! Screw that! Let me go degrade, and get back into the natural life cycle of the planet.

I’m still here,

Pearce

Scary stuff


Recently, I’ve read articles on improving writing, getting the art and craft perfected. Mainly it’s all about putting works into the world. The secret is not too think about it too quickly. Just be in the moment, and do it.

Scary stuff.

But it frees you.

There comes a point, where the sound of the busker is better than anything commercial on the radio. This is mainly because they are putting their own art out immediately into the world. Instant feedback, from all walks of life. Bruce Cockburn did it for a year, busking in Paris. Writing, performing, seeing what worked, what didn’t work.  Earning just enough to eat or get another place to stay for a night. Literally living off of his music day to day. No royalties, no big business, no record company, no marketing campaigns, no product endorsements. Just music.

Apparently, that’s how you get good. You keep doing it, and doing it, and doing it. Never mind the rough spots, those are just highlights to remember later on. The practice starts to become graceful and elegant when you stop embracing the fear. And never forget, no one is born an expert. Have fun doing it. Whatever your art is.

Don’t mind my awkward clumsiness. I’m just getting started. Again.

I’m still here,

Pearce

P.S. If I ever learn how to sing or play guitar, this is definitely going to be on my coffee shop list. Happy Friday.

Journeys


This afternoon found an aging geek/hipster on bicycle. Geocaching and meditation in the park. Both of these endeavors are journeys, seeking hidden caches. Some internal, others hidden in public.

Didn’t find too many answers or caches. But give me time.

I’m (om) still here,
Pearce

Ginger Beer and Cancer


My stepfather has cancer.

It’s the type of cancer that is not going away.

He’s had it for quite a few years. It is treatable, but his prostate (with the cancer) is four times the size of a normal prostate organ. This makes it uncomfortable for him to sit, stand or lay down for any amount of time. It’s also created a couple of other types of cancer in the meantime while sitting in the toxic stew of chemotherapy and radiation. Those secondary cancers can be treated. As he has said for years now that it is not the cancer that will kill him. It will be the cure that kills.

After reading many other blogs, including Spider and Jeane Robinson’s daughter and her struggle with stage 4 breast cancer I decided to share some of my thoughts.

One of the biggest challenges is the lack of appetite. I remember this from my Great Uncle Ben, and the latter days of his fight. He had his final menu, and he managed to eat pizza, pickled hogs feet, and banana pudding. Just because it was the only thing that he could taste one last time. But during the fight, there comes a point when the body and spirit has a lack of will to consume any calories. This is due to stomach being upset from the chemotherapy, radiation, or both. Also from just being that tired and unhealthy.

There has to be a way to get the right calories in the body, and settle the stomach. I have to do something.

And I have to make it enjoyable. A labor of joy will carry through to the end result. It will also have to be done everyday. Even when I don’t feel like it. (Much like writing.)

For those of you who know me, I do enjoy beer. Brew my own anti-oxidant enriched toxic cleansing beer? Something that can be sipped, have a good taste on it and end nausea? By looking up more of the health benefits of ginger in general, a decision was made. (And those who are dear to me, know that I have been talking about this for quite a while.)

I’m brewing Ginger Beer.

For anti-nausea, ginger helps calm the stomach. (Don’t believe me? Ask the MythBusters ) Half the battle is getting the bad side effects temporarily relieved, then the hunger response actually has a chance to come through. A decent beer can also provoke and help induce a healthy appetite. It’s also a basic enough recipe that it could possibly be kept brewing on a regular basis, for minimal costs.

This also resonates with many other folk remedies that prove to work. Leeches? Apparently their anti-coagulation saliva also helps stitch together open wounds and clean out infections. Go figure.

Plus I’m going to brew some for myself, something about the Dark and Stormy recipe is really intriguing, must try it out and could possibly be my Beverage of Choice for the summer.

After reading a plethora of recipes, (Or myriad, wait, which one is organized? and which one isn’t? This is mainly showing random thoughts at this point.) I’ve distilled (pun, see how I fit that in?) information to the point where I think I can get a decent Ginger Beer started.

Much like a Mother Loaf, a SCOBY or GBP can be started and carried on, just about infinitely… if the conditions are right.

So, found a calculation on grated fresh ginger root and juice. And so it begins…

Got a small pot of water boiling, and then put the ginger root in, to help cleanse the skin, warm it up a little and get rid of any stray bacteria.

8 inches of ginger root, finely grated, pressed and strained into 600ml of room temperature dechlorinated water. With grating the root and getting everything prepared took about an hour. I now know why most recipes call for ginger powder. But this is a labour of love.

Added the juice of 2 lemons, which not only flavors and adds a citrus base, but also helps further dechlorinate water. (Found the easiest way to get more juice is to pierce the skin with fork, then microwave 20 to 30 seconds. After that, dig the fork back into the lemon breaking it apart, then squeezing it with hands. The seeds and pulp stay in, and you get a lot more juice and oils from the skin.)

Time to give the yeast something to eat. Added 3 tsp of fine sugar, 1 tsp of clarified honey, and 10 raisins. Huh? What? Why? Okay, the honey is also for health reasons, I know that raw honey would probably better, but that could possibly introduce a bad type of bacteria or yeast into the mix. I’ll try out raw honey on a different batch in the future. 10 raisins? Apparently, just more sugars for the yeast to eat, or is it? I’ve read on quite a few recipe and notes, that when the raisins float to the surface, then the GBP is ready to brew into the larger bottling. And the three different versions of sugars? Will give the yeast a variety to snack on. At least I tell myself that, give the yeast a buffet table of eatables.

Next step. Shook it up to oxygenate the water and dissolve the sugar and honey. Lot faster than stirring it. Took a smell, and it’s really lemony, grated up some more ginger root, about 5 inches worth. Another half hour later and put it through a strainer. At this point, the recipe is out the window and I’m doing this by nose and best guesstimate. From the smell, it’s half ginger half lemonade at this point. Pretty tasty on it’s own I’d imagine.

Added 1 packet of champagne yeast to the mix. (Don’t have my own SCOBY yet.) Watching it mix and cascade into the liquid. Smelled that great yeasty goodness, then loosely put the lid on, to allow for gas expansion. Then covered the jar over with a dishtowel. Can’t find information about the yeast, if it is light sensitive or not. I had a feeling it wasn’t, but guess I will find out. 1 entire packet? Excessive? Possibly. The good folks at the wine kit place said, best to add it all in, it will only produce so much alcohol anyways.

So for the next few days (7 to 10) constantly feed it 4 teaspoons of sugar and 4 teaspoons of ginger powder. Also kind of fun watching the yeast take the few parts of the shredded ginger lifting it up and bubbling away. I kept doing this, until the yeast became inactive. No more bubbling, distinctive alcohol smell coming from it. And the starter juice tasted so gingery it was hot on the tongue.

The concoction then gets strained, the yeast sediment left behind can get reused! (Much like a Mother Loaf/Friendship Loaf/sourdough. But with the straight champagne yeast it didn’t get strained out at all.)

Time to get the simple syrup/bottling solution ready. Start off with 2 or 3 gallons of dechlorinated water, boiled with sugar and honey. Tasted it, as the best recipe I found said, ‘so it is sweet like juice’. Kept adding in more sugar, and honey.

Now a very fun tricky part. In order to keep the remaining yeast in the starter juice active, I have to get the bottling solution to the same temperature. So, filled sink with ice and then lowered the pot of the bottling solution in to cool it down. Once they both got to room temperature, it was time to do some magic.

Add in the starter juice to the bottling solution. Then ladled into 1L plastic bottles, put the plastic caps on. I filled the bottles up about 75 percent, then squeezed as much as it can to remove all the air out of the bottle. Place the bottle in a nice warm place, and check them every day. If the bottles are tight in plastic, then release the excess gas and retighten the cap. I placed the bottles into a large tupperware bin in shower stall.

Why?

BIG NOTE HERE! No glass here, possible flying shards of death, as the yeast will be still active and producing more alcohol. Also read on many blogs, about people having exploding bottles, cleaning ginger beer off the ceiling, and similar events when they first open up their brew.

It is suggested that after 4 days (once again reading from many websites) place the bottle into the fridge to cool. That will trigger the yeast to stop producing alcohol and then overnight it will be ready to drink.

Well, that was the plan.

Two weeks of waiting. Squeezing out the C02, twice a day from the bottles. The yeast was still very active eating up the sugars. But the biggest difference was between day 13 and day 14. Too sweet on day 13, nice and gingery on day 14. Put all the bottles into the fridge.

And even so, the yeast still continued to eat up the sugars. But it was a big success.

At a beer tasting, I brought 1 liter of the brew. And we had it mid-way through the night. After switching between lagers and ales, and then into stouts we needed a change of pace. And it was a really nice cleanser, too many hops and too many malts at one point. And yet, I think that the brew could have sat a lot longer. It would be a very good addition to have with sushi, as it would cleanse tastebuds with every sip between bites.

Oh yes, and reports back from my step-father that it does help his stomach relax, but he has to watch how much he can have. The new pain killers are definitely not alcohol friendly. But he can fit in the occasional sip here and there.

And that’s all it takes. That one little bit. Overall cost? About 30 dollars, including the 1L bottles, ingredients. And the payoff was my step-fathers gleeful chuckle as he first tasted it.

Join team #effcancer on twitter.

I’m still here,
Pearce

P.S. Batch # 2 is aging, went with just shredded and juiced ginger and demurred brown sugar. After two weeks, the batch tastes a little watery and does not have the huge ginger profile as the first batch. I am hoping to get carbuoys and an actual Ginger Beer Plant for batch three, using ginger powder, juiced and shredded ginger. If anyone has an actual Ginger Beer Plant they’d like to part half with. Please do leave comment.

Backup, Backup, Backup


The universe synchronized and the pattern emerged from the social networks. People complaining that they have lost their data. Website crash, hard drive not recoverable, application stopped suddenly.

All without warning.

With these signs, I said to myself, “Self, time to quit procrastinating. Do some yoga, backup the phone, and then have a nice relaxing evening. Because you know that sd card did loose all the music on it. So do it now, get it over with.”

So after setting mat up, checking my social feeds, little pranayama breathing app, I set my phone up to backup and proceeded to Get My Om On.

Usually when I see the frustration of people loosing data, my response is pavlovian blurting out, “Three rules of Data Retention : Backup, Backup, Backup!”

This comes from many years of dealing with customers, friends, family and their computers. Their data is more important and has more worth than the physical computers they store it on. Photos, spreadsheets, home business information, tax information, and so on. I believe with larger corporations and services, with one hour of data loss is equal to loosing millions of dollars. (Ironic, that this information comes from most data recovery services. Insurance company type marketing anyone?)

So how do you avoid data loss? Biggest method, habit. Get into the regular habit of backing up your information when you are done handling it. At the end of the day after taking a thousand brilliant photos, backup. After writing the most brilliant poem, backup. After spending hours and hours of working on that one little picture of the cat and the caption, backup.

In three places.

Backup locally to a spot on your own local computer. This is known as the ‘Save Often’ rule. Saves time and frustration for preventing tiny data loss. Next spot is to backup to a place outside of your computer. Usb memory stick, flash card, external hard drive. And if you still use them, floppy disks and/or CD/DVD. I call this ‘Backup In Hand’. And the third spot is to save someplace offsite where your computer or your external storage is not located. Like a friend or relative.

Explaining to a relative or friend why you want to store your backups in their home might be a little strange to them… ( “No, the files don’t hold KGB/Corporate/Government secrets and I’m not going to die in the next 24 hours under mysterious circumstances. This is what happens when But if Boris from Government Accounting Reclamations shows up, give him anything he wants. Anything. Even your eyes. You don’t mess with Boris.”) But when you explain to them, that if the house were to burn down, what are the things that can’t be replaced? Photos, paperwork, data.

And if you don’t have any friends or relatives that you trust to hold that information for you, there is cloud storage. One portal, multiple locations where the files are stored. Various services are quite prevalent these days, some of the most popular include Dropbox, Spider Oak, and many others. Even Google’s documents has it’s advantages. Just make sure that you read the disclaimers, as some services hold certain rights over your information that you store online. And if that doesn’t work for you, get a safety deposit box.

Where was I? Right, my phone.

After a few grunting Sun Salutations and Downward Dog to stretch back out, found my calm and center, back is relaxed, shoulders loose, feel more at one with all that is around me… my phone decided to do a backup AND a firmware update.

But not in that order.

The firmware update pushed through first.

And failed.

My phone, my music player, my pocket internet search device… All of these are now a hunk of shiny plastic and circuits.

Data loss.

Calm disturbed? A little. The urge to swear up and down was surpressed.

On the universal scale, it is quieter now. And realizations emerge, as in, I’ve ultimately simplified my phone. There are less distractions. And as far as things are progressing. I’m getting more writing done.

It’s the bittersweet feeling of loosing everything in a fire, but looking forward to rebuilding a simpler way. Optimistically hopeful? Slightly new on me. How does it look?

So yes, please backup your information on a regular basis. And do more stretches, as it’s slightly painful when you haven’t done so in a long time. Please take this advice from both the sage and the wisdom seeker.

Hopefully other things do not become suddenly simplified.

I’m still here,
Pearce

Cold Call? Zen Terrorism.


Uncle gave a motivational speech to a cold call telemarketer. Asked him what made him happy and that he should pursue it.

Kept insisting that the telemarketer have a good day. Wouldn’t stop asking him to have a good day.

He ended the conversation with ‘I have to go, somethings happening on the lower end of my body and you don’t want to be there when it happens.’

You’d think the telemarketers would have us on their own Do Not Call list.