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The above has become part of our family motto. The whole thing? Go Fast. Do Crime. Get Hurt. Do Crime, and Go Fast, Get Hurt, were both two things I said on different occasions to my wife. The “Do Crime?” we were planting seeds for food plants in an abandoned field as a condemned school.… Read more: Go Fast, Get Hurt

Have you ever felt nostalgic for a moment that didn’t happen? Or picture something in your head that you wished was a real memory, and not your imagination? I’m listening to “All Hail West Texas” today, by the Mountain Goats, and the song “Jenny” has me feeling nostalgic for a moment that I never experienced.… Read more: We were the one thing in the galaxy God didn’t have his eyes on

Lately, I’ve been thinking about starting my own business. I like the idea of working for myself, and lately the idea of a carwash has been popping into my head, and with that, my nostalgia for an era that I caught the tail end of: House Quarters. These were the often, red-painted quarters you’d occasionally… Read more: I poked in all my quarters, Looking for the perfect swan song to walk out on

I’ve been doing a bit of reading the last few days, about stoicism, Thoreau, C.S. Lewis, and J.R.R. Tolkien. A lot of the essay’s focus on stoicism, of course, as well as the notion of the “hedonistic treadmill,” and the concept of travel. I think about the concept of traveling a lot. It seems to… Read more: We are plain, quiet folk and have no use for adventures.

Yesterday, my wife competed in her first CrossFit competition. She did pretty well for it being her first event. I used to be one of those people who claimed they were “anti-competition,” and that it wasn’t all that great. It was probably my most communist view. But, I’ve realized, it’s not that I’m anti-competition, it’s… Read more: Some competition is okay