One-A-Day

Some of you may have heard of the popular multivitamin One-A-Day. The premise is that you need to take one every day for complete health.I’d like to take credit for it, but my wife gave me the idea of getting rid of “one thing a day” to make simplifying easier. It’s genius.

I’ve been working on simplifying my life, living frugally, and generally just enjoying life more. The concept of simplifying everything at once is daunting, and most people never make it past the first day or two. But one thing a day? Just get rid of one thing a day? Anybody can do that. Right?

So here we go. I’m going to try to post up something I’m getting rid of or simplifying every single day. More or less.

Today’s purge item: an old analog 4-port KVM Switch from my computer business days.

4-Port KVM Switch

Novel Excerpt, Scene from Chapter 11

The feeling that had settled in Mike’s gut was unlike anything he’d felt before. It sank into his stomach like a stone weight, almost to the point of dragging him down physically. Even though there was little chance the plan wouldn’t work, it did nothing to calm his nerves.

“Okay,” Mike said, drawing in a long breath and letting it out slowly. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” He tried to collect his thoughts, though the talk was really only a benefit to Bob. Petty already knew most of the plan, and Thad didn’t care as long as someone told him what to do.

“You’ve kept us waiting,” Bob said impatiently. “Could you get to it?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I guess it took me a while to figure out what we could actually get away with.”

“It’s fine,” Petty added. “Just walk us through it.”

“Right.” Mike cleared his throat for emphasis. “We’ve already got the tracker on Agent Simon’s car. Thad’s remote unit will allow us to disable it when necessary.”

Thad nodded in agreement.

“The easy part will be getting them to follow us to where the setup will happen. The hard part,” Mike said more slowly, “will be to get them to see what we want them to see. There will, of course, be a thorough police forensics investigation afterwards, but we’ve accounted for that.”

Petty shot him a wink, to which Mike smiled.

“Are you sure you’ve planned out the switch well enough?” Bob asked. “Do you have some sort of diagram or map? I don’t feel comfortable with this unless I can see how it works out on paper.”

“Fair enough,” Mike said. “For now, it’s going to simply be a fake accident, and nobody will be the wiser.”

“If you say so,” Bob said. “I still think it’s risky.”

“It is,” Mike said with some hesitation. “If we didn’t do it this way, there would be no way to get the feds off our tail for good.” His lip turned down in a half-frown. “There’s no other way.”

He placed a large folded sheet of paper on the table and grinned. “There you go,” he said to Bob, “I figured you’d want to see it. All the points are there, everything is accounted for.”

For a minute or two Bob examined the drawing, scrutinizing every line and number. Finally, he looked up at Mike and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to do it here?” He shook his head. “That’s a long ways, man.”

“I know,” Mike admitted. “It’s very risky. But I know we can do this.”

Bob chewed his lip in thought, until he finally threw up his hands. “Fine,” he said. “I don’t like it, though.”

“I figured you wouldn’t,” Petty said with a chuckle. “I know how much you hate water.”

“Absolutely!” Bob shot back. “You know I can’t stand swimming.”

Mike turned to Thad, who had remained unusually silent up to that point, and asked, “What do you think?”

A huge grin came over Thad’s face. “I say, mate, it’s bloody brilliant!”

“Thanks,” Mike said with a nod.

“I’m with Robert, though, I don’t think it’ll fool them.”

“Oh, come on!” Mike insisted. “It’ll work, trust me!”

“What makes you think so?” Bob asked.

“Because,” Petty interrupted, “we’ve got the feds on our side this time!”

It took a few seconds before the look of shock faded from Bob and Thad’s faces.

“Come again?” Thad asked.

“The feds know about it,” Mike answered. “In fact, they helped me come up with part of it.”

“Absolutely not!” Bob shouted as he stood up, knocking the table to the side. “You can’t trust them!”

“I know,” Mike said, holding his hands up. “Just hear me out.”

“Ah, you little devil, you!” Thad said, his grin returning. “You figured on that all along, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Mike said with a nod. “I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid!”

“Well, then,” Petty said with an audible sigh of relief, “the only thing left to figure out is who’s vehicle we’ll use to make it happen.”

“The van would have room for all the equipment we’d need,” Bob observed.

“I know,” Mike answered. “That’s why we’re going to use Pettys’ Cuda instead.

The last thing Petty remembered was the room going dark and spinning, and then everything went black.

Shoot at the moon…

Up to now, I’ve used this blog for very simple, very ordinary things. However, as with all simple things, eventually it becomes time to see them grow to fruition. You take their little bloggy hands, and usher them out of the nest, free to grow in the big, wide internet world.

Basically, I’m going to work on my blog blog being able to make money.

Now, this sounds more horrific than it is. Just about every good blogger/writer/artist I know of makes money off of their website. I’m just going to keep it straightforward, no stupid flashing ads or anything like that. But my ultimate goal is to be able to write and make music for a living.

Today is the start of a new day. Here’s to change!

*clink*

Fellowship Of Misery

What happens when your heart is no longer in what you do? At what point do you still consider it “doing what you love?” 10%? 5%? I don’t have hard numbers, but what I “love” doing is no longer what I’m getting paid to do, by a long shot… somewhere down the road, computer techs have become secretaries and accountants, cause all we do now is answer the phone and fill out paperwork. I relish the few hours I get to actually fix things, while I spend 30+ hours a week just answering emails and filling out forms. And heaven forbid if I forget to fill in a blank on the form! And we have to remember not to use other blanks, cause they changed the process and didn’t bother to remove the blank.

So this is what corporate America has become. Companies pay $75 an hour for skilled contractors, and the actual people working get 20% of that if they’re lucky. Why not cut out the middle man? These staffing companies are getting harder and harder to work with. They are cutting deals with global companies to provide levels of service that we can’t achieve… at a price we can barely survive on.

I am firmly convinced that a corporate environment is dangerous to your spiritual health. There is nothing uplifting here, nothing good, just a bunch of dissatisfied people working out of force of habit. It’s a shame when a company remains running simply because all the workers share a “fellowship of misery” and stick together.

Note to companies: if you want your employees to enjoy their work, try actually letting them do their job!

The only thing keeping most computer techs like me from working on their own is more paperwork. If you can find someone to do your taxes and forms for you, then we’ve got the “fixing stuff” part down.

Hawaiian Shirt Fridays

One of the few things that makes my job worthwhile is getting to chill on Fridays. I always wear a bright Hawaiian shirt on Fridays, just to remind myself that I’m supposed to be relaxing at work. Not going to let people demanding things I can’t do ruin my day.

This week, pick a day to relax where you’re most stressed… get a tiny little fountain, or put on some soothing music (I really like Franz Liszt) or something whimsical (Bob Marley?) or just do like I do, and declare “Vacation at your desk” day every Friday, complete with Hawaiian shirt.

I need to get some little paper umbrellas to put in my coffee cup on Fridays.

Frugal Living Challenge Day 1

Something that’s become sort of a dirty world lately is “Frugal.” What exactly does it mean to live frugally? Wiktionary defines it as “Avoiding unnecessary expenditure either of money or of anything else which is to be used or consumed; avoiding waste.” So much of what we do today is wasteful. When I say “frugal” I’m not talking about throwing away everything you own, that would be even more wasteful! In a nutshell, being frugal is making the most of what you already have, so that you don’t need to buy more.

One of the blogs I’ve stumbled on recently is Frugally Sustainable. I can identify with much of what Andrea writes, as it echoes my sentiments almost exactly. She’s started something called the 23 Day Frugal Living Challenge, and it’s quite a challenge indeed! Start with Day 1, and go from there. Continue reading “Frugal Living Challenge Day 1”

Hello world!

Well, here it is. New website, new blog, new everything. My old blog was banished into the nothingness of the interwebs.

So, here’s to a new beginning. It will obviously take some time for me to get things rolling again. I need to redo the WordPress settings, plugins, theme, etc. and then I will actually be able to get back to doing what I really love: creating content!

Thanks for being patient. If you need to see what’s going on, you’re welcome to check out my Facebook page or my Google+ page. Or my Twitter feed. Or…

Or you could just stop by and say “hi!”

The Cake Is A Lie

The unspoken rules of conspicuous consumption (ripped off from bikesnobnyc):

1) You are what you “own” (or, as is more often the case, lease from a bank)
2) The more money you spend on a vehicle the more human rights you have
3) Anybody smaller and smarter than you deserves to be punished

And there you have it. Anyone still wondering why Occupy Wall Street is happening? This is why. The affluent are taught that anybody who isn’t buying the most expensive stuff they can afford isn’t “successful.” Never mind the fact that there are people who don’t want the most expensive cars and houses they can afford, or the headaches and horrendous work hours and/or ethics required to make that much money. Yes, those people exist.

What if your goal in life wasn’t to make as much money as possible? What if you simply wanted to be the best writer, or musician, or artist, or teacher you could be? What if living within your means makes you happy? What if being a “good businessman” means your family goes neglected, you compromise your beliefs daily for the sake of profit, and you think anybody else who doesn’t is stupid? If that’s success, then count me out.  What is wrong with not wanting to be rich and powerful?

Sadly, with today’s America being what it is, people aren’t being taught to be the best at what they love. They are being taught to obey, submit, conform, and surrender, and maybe someday if they’re good at bootlicking, they can achieve “success.” Sorry, but I’m not interested in that definition of success.

I read a story (in “The 4-Hour Work Week” by Timothy Ferriss) about a businessman who went to Mexico on vacation. He met a local who sat on the beach most of the day playing music with his friends, and occasionally would go fishing to earn just enough money to feed his family for a while.
The businessman told him “You should fish all day, every day, to make more money.”
“Why?” replied the local.
“So you can buy more boats, and hire people to work for you,” the businessman answered.
“Why?” replied the local.
“So you can grow a huge business, take over the market, and earn enough money to retire,” the businessman answered.
“Why?” he asked yet again.
“So you can sit on the beach all day and play music with your friends, and go fishing every now and then…”

Sadly, this is the world we live in now. It’s funny, but only because we know it’s true. What is the purpose of killing yourself trying to achieve the unachievable? What does it profit a man to gain the whole world, but lose his own soul? (I should do a review of The 4-Hour Work Week, there are some good tips there, but I think Ferriss misses the point)

By the same token, we aren’t called to hate the wealthy. Unlike most Americans, I am not envious of them, nor do I want to be like them. I feel sorry for them, because the real enemy is affluency itself. Jesus Christ himself put it this way: “It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.”

We are taught self-indulgence, when we should be practicing self-denial.

Oh yeah; Merry Christmas.