...always inclined to invest in learning about productivity tricks, mind hacks, health and fitness experiments… but… the more I learn, the more packed my day gets with tips, tricks, hacks and experiments. And once my day is filled, I continue writing tricks and hacks in a mental to-do list to complete on an "ideal day,” “when I get there". The overload makes me useless. So now what?Read More
"It wasn't easy, you know, to leave family behind and all that. You hear a constant buzz of guilt and, all of a sudden, find yourself running two hours every day. Not very intuitive because people associate running with thinking, with reflection. Not me. When I run, I think of nothing."Read More
Why is it so difficult to stick with a daily meditation practice if it only takes 10 minutes? The girl that got me into practicing had "taken a break from it”, even though she raved about its incomparable benefits. The few folks I encouraged to try Headspace didn’t make it past their first week. “Mornings are too hectic,” they explained.
I’ve practiced for 203 days, missing no more than five sessions. These are the tricks I use to stick with it.Read More
As we made our way uphill, the sky kept changing colors (it was the golden hour) and each turn on the trail would gift us a new vista of the mountains with the Pacific on the background. Wilson was clearly fighting a cold and the hill with limited airway capacity. I could hear his agony with each breath. Yet he kept pushing through. It was inspiring... "Because the cycling part is too tough.” This is where I get into the simple, silly mind tricks. On mile 5, my legs were begging to stop. They were burning. I imagined...Read More
Last Man Standing is presented as the biography of Jamie Dimon but it covers more than Jamie. It dedicates over a third of the book to the financial crisis. The diversion is perhaps because Dimon is still too young to have a definite biography published. All in all, an easy read with a few nuggets of wisdom and ideas to experiment with.Read More
Norwegian Wood is a story of loss and nostalgia.
Our perception of time is not linear, but logarithmic. It feels as if every new day were shorter than the previous day. Today, at 40, each year passes almost unnoticed and I struggle finding a significant event to stamp on every single year, lest it gets lost in nothingness.
The story took me back to my twenties. It evoked that time of my life when I wanted so bad to fall in love. Rejection and shyness stung so more painfully back then. Reading Norwegian Wood was like being 20 years old and reading Norwegian Wood… or Demian, or Beneath The Wheel, as Toru does in an episode of the novel.Read More
"your mom thinks you can do 5, you think you can do 10, I think you can do 50, but you can do 100+."Read More
Pretend you're busy, my brain ordered. I robotically went to the salsa station and began pouring salsa verde in plastic containers. I do not like salsa verde.Read More
I did some non-exhaustive research and found that it may be possible to build resistance to cold water. I couldn't find a scientifically proven method to do it, but there are enough bits and pieces to concoct a plan.
First: get fat.Read More
From February 15, 2008 to July 6, 2016 I used to open my eyes before 6am California time, grab my phone and go over their emails and listen to their voicemails, then I would check the news in Bloomberg. I always thought that was the quintessential routine of the West Coast finance professional.
99.9% of the time, the news was outdated and inconsequential within 24 hours. 99.9% of the time the emails from Wall Street were either a reverberation of the news or sales pitches of bad ideas. 100% of the time nothing was urgent.Read More
Of his face, a poet once wrote:
... he was gypsy in his terrible magnetic eyes - the sullen eyes of a stinging serpent. He had a deep bronzed complexion, a determined mouth, half-hidden by a black moustache which hung down in a peculiar fashion on both sides of his chin. His face had no actual beauty in it. It revealed a tremendous animalism, an air of repressed ferocity, a devilish fascination. There is an almost tortured magnificence in his huge head, tragic and painful, with its mouth that aches with desire, with those dilated nostrils that drink in I know not what strange perfumes.Read More