One of the major catalysts I had in creating exponential publicity was the “cringe factor.” Or the “ick factor.” Other than my stunt being obviously bizarre, many people had a visceral reaction that something was just off, when they saw it. And there’s actually a scientific hypothesis why. It’s called the uncanny valley. Here’s how …
“You should be proud, man,” my friend said. “… yeah… I know… I just… yeah, I just need the perspective.” I was glad he texted me Thursday night, asking about the publicity I’d been getting. He reminded me that there’s more than one perspective on this whole thing. And I don’t mean a positive mindset …
“Hi, this is suchandsuch from The Dr. Phil Show…” As soon as I read the email while sitting in a coffee shop, I realized two things: My website had just exploded into a shitshow. At least 80% of the people seeing and sharing it, absolutely hated my guts and thought I was a disgusting freak …
A few nights ago, I had a vision after finishing a standing meditation. Nothing scary. I didn’t take any bad shrooms or other psychedelics. I merely quieted the mind for long periods of time, so it could step out of the way. When my vision ended, I received a very clear sign of its significance …
In less than an hour… … you can exercise your body hard enough to cause your brain and your sex organs gush out hormones that keep your sex drive high, your muscles strong, and your fat deposits small. … you can relish the peacefulness of breathing slowly and deeply as you walk around your neighborhood. …
Several entries ago, I wrote about how one of the proudest achievements of my life originated from the money my friend loaned me for business. Now I’ll reveal why. It wasn’t the advertising campaign succeeding – it failed. It wasn’t either of us making a ton of fast money – we didn’t. Instead, it was …
Life after working at the gold-buying store begins… As we drove away from the store for the last time, my co-worker regaled me with how she was going to scam the unemployment system. The scheme was simple: Say you sign up to collect unemployment. You must select your former employer from a database of recently …
On March 15th, 2014, I ambled outside for my final shift as a sign-spinner. On the southeast corner of Wadsworth and Mississippi, in Lakewood, Colorado, I listened to some music… a bit of an audiobook… and finally pulled down my headphones so I could take in the din of traffic. I teared up, drowning in …
I am on a sleep rampage. Yesterday, I made the decision to defend my sleep with the ferocity of a mother grizzly protecting her cubs. This has been percolating for some time. Years ago, when I loaded trucks for a living, I discovered a good night’s sleep could make the difference between a 12-hour shift …