So, I’m pretty set on doing either a 6-month or year-long experiment where I give away (nearly) complete control of my decision-making. This will include everything from small things like diet, workouts, and new hobbies, to more serious choices such as which country we decide to move to after I graduate, which candidates I vote for, and what career I transition to…yes, seriously.Continue reading “The McCauley IPO”
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Thanks to a lab-created virus that has been spread via 5g towers by the American government in a bid to control the people with chips created by Bill Gates–or so my Facebook feed tells me– I’ve found myself working minimal hours in 2020. This gave me plenty of time to catch up on all the movies I’ve missed in recent years. Here were the worst of them.
The Old Guard (2020, Netflix, Charlize Theron).
So there are some ancient immortal people, and mostly they work as military contractors. None of them possess too interesting of hobbies or skills. Charlize Theron is the leader of this group, and she mostly speaks in hammy one-liners. Her secret skill, painstakingly developed over thousands of years, is eating baklava and being able to guess its city of origin. Continue reading “Movies I hated in 2020”
“If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!” -Rudyard Kipling
I used to work with a guy who claimed to have run a mile in 3 minutes. We were at a work function one evening when the conversation turned to athletics, and for the umpteenth time the coworker brought his mile time up. “Is it possible it was a half mile and not a mile?” I asked him, politely. Because 3 minutes for a mile is impossible. His response was to double down.
“Nope, definitely a mile. Listen, I was fast! And that was only in gym class. But the coach hated me so I never joined the team.”
How does one respond to such a lack of critical thought? I admired his self-belief and unwavering confidence. Imagine, though, if it were a degree or work experience he was falsely claiming. Things would of course be different–he’d have to show proof or risk losing his job. I’ll admit a part of me would enjoy witnessing such a thing. Imagine having to attempt a mile at the claimed pace, with the boss and employees track-side watching, job on the the line — a fitting punishment, in my opinion, for violating the runner’s code of honor.
In fall of 2019 news broke that many track and field fans had believed for years to be true: Alberto Salazar, former American record holder and current head coach of the Nike Oregon Project coach– a position in which he oversaw an incredible American resurgence in the distance events, both on the track and on the roads- had broken doping rules. A 4-year ban was handed out. Alberto Salazar vehemently denied any wrongdoing, but the case was already over- in fact, he’d already had his appeal denied, and the NOP training group was subsequently folded. Continue reading “Malicious masseuse or innocent scapegoat? Inside the strange Chris Whetstine story”
This is an excerpt from our soon to be released ‘Out There’ book, which follows a group of individuals who have eschewed the tried and true for something different.
For years Mike Jonesy dreamed of traveling the open the road. However, his dream van -the Toyota Hiace- was admittedly out of his price range. But rather than settle for a cheaper, ubiquitius alternative like an E-series or used sprinter, Jonesy gritted his teeth and spent nearly four months working all the overtime they’d allow at the local coffee shop where he worked as a barista. He told us, “I wanted to stand out, and had I pulled the plug on one of the ‘normal’ vans, I’d likely have spent the rest of my time spent travelling regretting the purchase.”
During those months Jonesy also worked on cultivating his aesthetic, which he stresses is the key to standing out in the increasingly saturated van-life blogging scene. Soon he had a well-manicured beard, was a pro at using retro filters on his iphone, and had discovered a network of like-minded van-dwellers to collaborate with. As a result, he was able to build up a thriving Instagram account (as of today he’s up to 6000 followers). Continue reading “This millennial freelancer worked nearly four months to afford his dream van”
Three years after I wrote it, the 30 days of burpee article still pulls 90% of this site’s traffic, so I figured I’d revisit it for anyone looking for more reading. A quick summary: that fall I decided to do 90 days of a few minutes of burpees per day (and for the most part, no other strength). In doing so, I increased my bench press by 40 lbs. I also went up a shirt size, saw some nice cardio gains, and got some awesome progress pics.
Don’t let its 20% rating on Rotten Tomatoes fool you; Adam Sandler’s 2012 ‘That’s My Boy’ is far, far worse than that. Ebert called it mean, Jack Hanlon of Rotten Tomatoes said it was “easily the worst movie of 2012” and now that I think about it, that’s saying quite a bit, given its competitors for that title: Twilight pt 2, Alex Cross, Taken 2, and Savages. And yet, nestled in the closing minutes of this atrocious mess of a movie is a fantastic running scene, the sheer absurdity of which trumps any other movie running scene I can think of off the top of my head.
I’m really excited to hear the championship is leaving North America. I’ve raced in the Arab Emirates a couple times, and those events were some of the most difficult and rewarding experiences I’ve had. Continue reading “2020 Spartan Race World Championship Venue Revealed as Abu Dhabi. Some thoughts on it.”
Viewed from above, Barcelona presents a stunning grid of asymmetry. At street-level the city seems far less uniform, with hidden treats to be found for any traveler: ocean access to a warm Mediterranean, successful sports teams, all night clubs, and stunning architecture consisting of Gothic and roman ruins, ultra modern builds, and considerably more chic than one can handle.
Our co-contributor, Darrin, documents his travels around the world. This week he visits the beautiful, cultured city of Barcelona.
By the time we touched down in El Prat on Sunday night I’d already been going hard for 6 hours. The flight attendant must have taken a liking to me, as he had slipped me two plastic shot bottles to go alongside the canned Modelo I had ordered shortly after take-off. Add that to the Jack I had managed to sneak on in my sports drink bottle (my own version of the infamous Tucker Maxx ‘Death Mix’ and I was lit in no time at all. I didn’t remember much of the taxiing or shuttle to the hostel, and while it was only 8pm when they dropped me off, I crashed immediately. Jet lag’s a bitch! Continue reading “Barcelona was crazy”
Tokyo is the ultimate juxtaposition of old and new, a place where ancient temples squat in the shadows of neon-lit, contempo skyscrapers and riced-out, glowing Lamborghinis scream past ambling tuk-tuks. It might sound jarring, but when viewed at night, somehow it all meshes in a stunning fever-dream of lights and activity. Our resident travel guru, Darrin, is spending his gap year from Uni hitting as many countries possible. This week he documents his three-day visit to the extraordinary city.
Have you ever seen Lost in Translation? I touched down at Narita airport and I kid you not, I felt just like the guy in that movie. Floating through the city jet lagged as hell, neon lights everywhere, I could’ve been in that ASAP Rocky video with the Asian chick.
This was a work trip, and in Tokyo that can only mean one thing: Heavy drinking. I met my father’s business associates at the super sick hotel bar and of course we started drinking right away, as is custom at these meetings. By the time talk turned to business I was honestly in no state to negotiate, but I tried my hardest to keep my wits about me. They were pretty cool guys. Shortly after midnight I finally peaced out of there and went to my room. I’ve always been the guy with the iron stomach, but the whiskey had done me in, and this meant spending most of the night huddled near the toilet. Continue reading “Three days in Tokyo blew my mind”