I had the inspiration (check)
Did my Googling (check)
Coordinated transportation (Right-Hand-Man check)
Purchased ticket (Debit Card check)
Have been thinking and praying about it (check)
I always feel better after 'throwing them around a little' ( Gets my blood flowing (oxygenation helps me think clearer, faster); should auger well for the evening's events.
Doing this all on my own, I hope this will be accretive to my life. It is, i daresay, empowering.
I picked the day/event.
I coordinated transportation.
Since I have no printer at my house, I emailed the email-attached ticket to my aunt.
Looks like I have all my ducks in a row.
Now all's left is to brainstorm witty 'icebreakers,' I'm pretty confident
I am back to a self-imposed restriction on caffeine. Only going to drink my one daily Coca-cola on the weekends: Friday through Sunday inclusive.
I have previously felt better on that dietary regimen, but just got lazy. With any luck, that will no longer happen.
Once you feel a therapy dad is desired affect, it's a good idea to attempt to stop.
This was my modus operandi with ther botox that I'd been using to reduce the contraction of my hand and leg.
As my muscle tone reduced, so to did my contractures (clenching spasms). But once I felt my grip strength start to weaken too much, I called full-stop, cold turkey cessation. That decision, in retrospect, I see as a positive one.
I now mitigate my spasms with weightlifting, stretching, good old fashioned pushups, and protein powder for an added kick.
When I returned home and went to my room, my housemates were telling me to get my phone. Whew, crises averted; e.g., getting a new phone, paying Verizon for a new phone (do not like spending money, when I really don't need to). Is set alarms on my phone: WAKE UP, Lunch, Dinner, Bed time. I have a very poor chronological memory, trouble multi-tasking, quite distractible; but I have a very good visual verbal memory (book-learning) All are getting better, but they take effort and precious brainspace. As such, I rely on my phone for prompting and other schedule-type endeavors. 'We have the technology.'
I started it in Grad school to schedule MBA-concomitant study activities. But as is the story with many an highly educated individual, the ingrained and ensconced information is readily available, but deviations to set patterns are difficult to cope with.
It would have been a strike at the very foundation of my psyche, my confidence, nevermind the trust of others that would be sullied. If I cannot care for the portal to my communication, what else am I incapable of overseeing? I am not yet to the point of asking, "Who is John Galt," Like Sisyphus, I still must push the boulder.
I feel now is the time to fish or cut bait, and I'm too young to do the latter.
Echoing Bon Jovi: "...It's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever. I'm just gonna live while I'm alive... It's my life."
I've instead become interested in stocks (both foreign and domestic), preferred stocks, baby bonds, bond funds (both foreign and municipal).
Holding common stocks as a foundational base is good. Foreign stocks, because I'd rather receive income from abroad than the reverse (better to own more of their stuff than they own of yours). Whenever possible, it's good to reinvest the dividends automatically. No transaction fees.
Preferred stocks can be called (redeemed) after a certain period of time at a set price (usually $25). They pay bond-like, constant dividends in the meantime. They don't have ownership voting rights, but that is offset with a larger, more dependable dividend. The trick to preferred stocks is buying them below the call price, that way everything you get is gravy.nds directlynds directly
Like preferred stocks, some baby bonds are callable (usually $25) But unlike preferred stock, baby bonds have maturity dates.
Bond funds offer a basket of bonds with different maturities; so, the maturity risk is mitigated. Like stocks, if the dividends are reinvested, bond funds can provide a stable foundry to a portfolio. I diversify my portfolio even further by having both global/international and AZ municipals from multiple companies.
I like to utilize these tools to craft my portfolio. Ensures that it remains not boring. I'm nowhere near the 'set it and forget it' stage of my life yet.
I just took delivery of my gum order from Amazon.com.
I scheduled 4 boxes/month, WAY TO MANY; so, I tried to change it to one box per month. The system wouldn't let me, read no fewer than 2.
So, using my hard scrabbled university logic, I set the order to two boxes. However, I set the delivery to every 2 months. Averages to one per month. BOOM.
I enjoy besting the machine.
Today,mere moments ago, my aunt and I went shopping to rectify that predicament. I ended up getting a less expensive shoe (still looks good) and a belt. As well, my aunt had a coupon for a discount.-
Not that my previous belt was too tight, it just lacked room for girthal growth. My new beltest cust employs a braided leather strap, whereas my old belt utilized the belt hole method; much more cookie-cutter, less customizable.
After that, we stopped by Burger King and got a Whopper meal deal. Why BK when my normal fare when we go out is a bean burrito from Federico's? Coupons come into play here as well.
All things considered, the coupons won the day.
And I still have my old shoe for when my foot clearslt
The cashier scanned each of them individually, $4.95 each. Then channeling Pete Townshend, I thought 'Won't Get Fooled Again.' I typically suffer no fool gladly. Now was the time for me to make my metamorphosis into my alter ego, Stubborn Dutchman.
Thus I just blurted out in my baritone voice, 2 for 5. I must've said it with enough of an authoritative tone, because there and then, on the spot, no price check, no fuss, no muss, no nothing, she changed each of the boxes to be priced $2.50, I paid with my Target Card for an additional %5 discount. Synergies make my soul smile.
As a stubborn Dutchman with an MBA, rectifying financial errors brings what only can be called a genetic joy to my psyche. I enjoy a good deal, like my mom did, and a win, like everyone does. I suppose that would make today, thanks to that little vignette, a Win-win. Tack on another win; I got my cereal. Win^3.
In that vein, I just utilized my Amazon Prime membership (initial purpose was to watch TV and movies) to get my roommate a book that he wanted; no shipping and handling, membership has its rewards. He remarked that he was going to go shopping for the book over the weekend; I plugged it into my Amazon app on my smartphone, bing-bop-click, conferred with him, buy now, it arrived yesterday, he took delivery of it today, he'll pay me tomorrow. And all without me having to leave the house. Win-win-win. That's true capitalism, everybody's a winner, or at least comes away happy, otherwise no transaction would occur. No force, no coercion, no government.
Tonight I just received payment from my roommate, quite an accretive way of parleying digital money (debit card) into fiat 'walking around' money (cash). And tt strengthened a friendship. Win-win-win-win. The exponential power of free enterprise.
I have a brain injury, that means I forget some things easily, repetition helps. More frequent resistance exercises would really help my brain remember my muscles, growthem, etcetera.
I weight train with people associated with my house about 3 times per week, my high school buddy usually once a week, and maybe other times with my church buddy would help.
What's the best way to get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice. Parallels abound.
These past few weeks since I've started not using my splint/ utilizing my left hand more, had seen marked reduction in my tonal spasticity. I'm minded of the phrase how did you get better at doing anything. As is Nike's slogan, 'just do it,' enough would make sense for the good of fleet feet.
My Right-Hand-Man, with whom I exercise, I did not exercise today, under the weather this morning. And my long-time, with whom I regularly weightlift on Sundays, sms'd that he was feeling under the weather; do, tomorrow's probably a non-starter. And I'm telling a slight tickle in my throat. So, I guess it's them, me, and the virus for a hat trick.
Recently I made the decision to discontinue my botox-treatments. They weren't helping enough. On a cost benefit analytical level, the relaxation benefits did not justify the global sickness that the injections caused me. (side effects) To mitigate the inevitable tightness (muscle tone, spasticity) I shall rest on the crutches of weightlifting and stretching. Both reduce the spasms.
Saturday my Right-Hand-Man and I went to Target (yes I'm talking full advantage of the RedCard for which I was recently approved) and made some purchases. I got an Amazon Firestick. Without it, I can't even watch 'free' TV, thanks to the technology revolutions. Sure 'tis am improvement, but it seems slightly onerous that it was imposed on me by the heavy hand of government. As a Libertarian-leaning-Conservative Republican, coerced change rubs me the wrong way. Too few options for my wont.
As of a few weeks ago, the house has been infiltrated by an invasion of bedbugs. Friday (tomorrow), a crew of exterminators will bug bomb the house. The rest of the house will be going out for a handful of hours (movie, mall, park, I dunno, I'm not interested); I will be going 3 doors east to visit my aunt. I would rather stay close to home, take life easier, savor every moment.
My buddy, whom in September I will have known thirty years, and I are looking for wives, girlfriends, whatever, and in furtherance of that dream, we are looking for young ladies who are set apart and not just the hoi polloi. It seems a worthy quest which has been delayed because of reasons. I was too busy with hospitals and educational institutions to be the Timothy to his Titus. Realizing that allusion is not precisely apropos, it seems close enough, I shall play Sigma to his Alpha; 'tis a comfortable position for me, the esoteric outsider. This should be fun, particularly since I've been praying for something like this, in the words of balladeer Tom Jones, 'for the longest time.'
We're soon going to go questing for wives at a local megachurch. He went through the seminary and knows some of the small group leaders there. After all, 'it's not what you know, it's who you know.'
We were just discussing it over messenger, milestones. Yeah, milestones, ya dig?
Knowing that memory issues are quite common with brain injury has made hyper vigilant about keeping my faculties: wit, memory, locquationskills sharp, with the edge gossamar sharp.
Eventually I thought, 'I can go to the store tomorrow after I go weightlifting with my longtime (~30 years) friend after church -- I even contacted him via facebook messenger. Serendipitously, I did not make a move directly from the gym, for when I got home and opened my drawer,staring me right in my four-eyes was my . In my morning haste, I must've missed it.
Who knows, I may just pick up some, dime-a-dozen, spare combs. Redundancies are a safe thing.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained; 'twas worth a roll of the dice.
Saturday June 15 will demarcate the 23rd anniversary of the worst day of my life.
It was that day in 1996 that the T-bone car accident caused my brain to be bathed in my blood.
As I learned in my Psychology 101 course that I took one summer before I graduated high school, blood is highly caustic to the brain. I felt I needed to get a jump start on college. The injury put me behind the eight ball, so much to make up, or so I thought.
lI do feel my strength increasing; I would have gone weightlifting last week but for scheduling and logistical constraints.
I am fully confident that I shall maintain that trajectory, just with less bloat.
I've gotten more adept with Amazon.com and have been approved for a Target Red debit card. I shall have mightily more merchandise freedom. Choice breeds comparative advantage. With my Red Card, I'll get 5 percent discounts at the local Target store and on Target.com, free shipping, special deals. It makes all the sense in the world; strategic synergies abound. Win-win-win.
Freshman year of high school, while walking to English after lunch, I saw a vision of loveliness, long brown hair, pretty eyes, very attractive; however having no classes in common, I went about my high school career harboring an infatuation ala Charlie Brown's elusive 'little red headed girl.' I later, after I went back to school, matriculated in a Physics course with her, there were definitely sparks, but time had its entropic effects,, I could not concentrate on pursuing her. I won't repeat that course of events if I have my way. Won't play the fool with the new girl whom I met in support group, about a year ago. Older and wiser; live and learn; fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; as Roger Daltrey (the Who) sang, "Won't get fooled again."
"The play's the thing."
Oliver. Charles Dickens.
Discount through We're Moving Forward. Per Franklin, "A penny saved iis a penny earned." And in these times-- mid-cycle recovery, pennies add up, or more precisely, the absence thereof has a oh 690 cumulative negative effect.
A study in coordination. But that's my grad school focus, MBA equals logistical coordination...
Mustering all my cartographicasl and technical prowess, I used my smartphone to locate the theater and navigate our way, a task made all the more difficult due to my lack of familiarity with that part of town. In the end, I've adopted the motto: have android, will travel.
However beforehand just because I could, I fit in a full circuit at the gym-- in fact, i increased my resistence at each station, while maintaining reps.
Whenever I greet someone, it is my wont to doff my hat or at least tip it, in the Samurai-esque custom of acknowledgement. She always gets a kick out of that; so, according to the operand conditioning model, I shall maintain, and engrain, the pattern.
Sundays I weightlift at an EoS fitness around the corner from my house. Currently, we are working on exercising my weaker muscles. This will bring the strength of my right side more in line with my left.
When I was injured in the car accident, my right basal ganglia was one of the major bleeds that resulted. The basal ganglia regulates resting muscle twitch; muscle twitch is the prime determinant of strength; this means that my left side is naturally stronger than my right. However, for the longest time, I've been concentrating on strengthening my right side. However in my neck I've been using that (unearned) muscle strength as a crutch. Id est, when swallowing I turn or tilt my head slightly left to strengthen my swallow; this has caused my left side side of the check to compararatively hypertrophy, conversely my right side is suffering from slight atrophy.
We are endeavoring to bring my sides into alignment; from my biological background, esp. those lessons on psychology notably the neuroplasticity of the brain and its susceptibility to routines and patterns. Making neuropathways is relatively easier than breaking bad pattern pathways.
I try to maintain balance, but it's hard with a naturally right aligned brain which is only exacerbated by right side brain trauma. This causes all sorts of deleterious patterns to emerge.
Yet another obstacle to increased fitness is my brain's natural tendency to forget; id est, ther stimuli must remain constant to be effective, because my brain naturally forgets and is highly susceptible to lethargy. Moreover because I am so intelligent and value efficient, I am naturally prone to laziness. It is a constant bane to my existence. My wont is to omit superfluous steps. I must remain vigilant to constantly fight the urge to always take shortcuts, they are indubitably alluring, a stitch in time; they are my Edenesque fruit of knowledge of good and evil. I mustn't succumb to temptation.
I'm pretty proud of myself; having been the impetus for the gnosis of the homes' weightlifting exercise regimen, I have attracted a cohort of 'fellow travelers' who likewise like to expunge the lactic acid with resistance exercise. Well, that's one day (sometimes two days) per week. It's all very schedule dependent; id est, whether I can conform it to my schedule, if it fits a hole of free time, I do ii. If not... well, you sense the pattern.
Actually no: when I got up, I made the protein drink first, and only then did I break my fast. Did it while 'twas top of mind. Following that old adage 'don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today,' I've learned to be more strategic with my energy (time, effort, money, etc.)
Since getting home, I am decompressing by blogging.
I noticed the processes he used in the mixology;I'm indubitably confident that I can replicate the protocol for my otheike r two weekly weightlifting sessions. I always feel better following resistance workouts. And my newfound restorative protocol is icing on the cake.
Before when I'd purchase individual protein shakes after workouts, they'd be $4.50 a piece. Quite cost prohibitive. With my new protocol, I get 40-50 equivalents for $45. Incredible upfront cost, but I'll more than recoup it on volume. C=PxV; Cost equals price times volume. I'm a businessman (M.B.A.) fundamentally, economics, management, and my baileywick finance, investing, specifically stocks and bonds.
But hey, I'm first, foremost and foundationally an experimental scientist, B.S. general biology. Successes must be replicated. Hypotheses either rejected or not. That will be my primary M.O. for Tuesday when I workout with Kam. I'm confident of result reproduction.
Then my injury happened and I found oration more difficult. I have to structure my verbiage, utilizing the principle of parsimony. Id est, when choosing between two hypotheses, all things being equal, the one with the fewest ad hoc assumptions is the preferable choice. I utilize the quick rule of thumb that brevity is the soul of wit. Acronymized: K.I.S.S.:Keep It Short and Simple.
In that vein of thought, I am trying to cull my speech of superfluous paralanguage. Examples include err, umm, basically any filler speech when one os trying to reach for a word while still speaking. Henceforth, I shall think before I speak, talk, make any utterances whatsoever. I wish not to waste energy with redundant thought or speech.
I foresee more Skype convos in the future. "We have the technology." Good first foray.ddy
I contacted via SMS, a girl I met earlier in the year. For me, this is breakneck speed. Best of all, I wasn't rebuffed or dismissed out of hand
I guess that old aphorism (attributable to Einstein) holds water: If you always do what you always do, you'll always get what you've always got. And I'm looking for something better, more perdurant. Make hey while the sun shines.
I took a daunting denovo situation, trying to court a younger woman in the #metoo age. Hopefully, treating her like Goldilocks; id est, not too hard, not too soft, but just right in my pursuit.
Faint heart never won fair lady.
Once upon a time, I exercised/weightlifted twice a week while the rest of the house was endeavoring with crafts. I added a Saturday weightlifting session with my right-hand-man, bringing the total to 3 times per week. The craft location went through a renovation, and we were kicked out; therefore, the semi-weekly weightlifting sessions were stopped. Luckily I was facebook contacted b one of my long-time friends who stepped up in the lurch. We now weightlift on Sundays. Sure, two days per week isn't ideal, but it's better than nothing.
I've been interested in stocks, bonds, etcetera almost all my life, from elementary school onward. I'm, recently, really drawn to preferred stocks (good dividends, limited downside).
From the first time I attended a new support group, my eyes were drawn to one girl (young woman), I've just been lying low, scoping out the lay of the land. But I feel that the period of passive recon is quickly drawing to a close.
Once upon a time my brain injury residential home company used to have these company- wide craft days. However being uninterested in crafts, a cohort of other residents and I would go to the local adult centerwhere we'd lift weights.
I also added another day of weight lifting with my right-hand-man.
When the building where they were holding the craft extravaganzas went through renovations (at least I think that's the rationale), the craft days moved into the president of the company's garage and the gym excursions stopped. However reconnecting with a friend from school, we weightlifted at the gym around the corner from my house. We have been making palpable progress on all fronts.
Two days of weekly weight training is adequate to maintain heretofore reached goals. More times would be better. Being brain injured, my brain needs constant muscle memory reminders.
Being ever cognizant that energy input must equal energy output or else fat accumulates, I must be judicious with my food consumption.
I thought the purpose of growing up was to inculcate people with the ability to balance on all 3 legs of the stool. I'm having trouble teetering on simply the first pillar.
I've really gotten into a stock trading strategy that I discovered during the FIN 502 portion of my MBA crucible.
In brief, it's merely buying preferred shares below their call price and just holding on until they are called. That way I receive the usually substantial dividends and a nice little ancillary bonus when they are called. And if they are not called, then I'll have what amounts to veritable perpetual annuity, which ain't a bad situation to be in at all.
This is in addition to my basic foreign and domestic portfolio of foreign oil tanker stocks (high dividend yield) and Arizona municipal bond funds (preferential tax treatment) and foreign bond funds (better to be a creditor than a debtor on the international stage). If the federal government won't do it, then it's the private-sector's duty to pick up the slack. IMHO, I'll follow that old aphorism: be the change you want to see in others.
But hey, i'm an old school/new school free marketeer. (Incidentally that's why I went to business school-- to be a better investor) My MBA program was not tailored to what I wanted; so, I just learned what I wanted to learn and went along to get the degree.
Take more risks: From my biological background, I'm cognizant that there are only two states in life, growth (presupposes some level of risk-taking) or death/atrophy (I'm too young, haven't lived enough, to die or diminish at all whatsoever).
Meet more people/get out more: I've started reconnecting with a friend from elementary through high schools. Something good's gotta arise from this. That's the predicate from which I am working.ike Dobb
Be more like Dobie Grey and "Take it Real Easy": At this point on the story arc, I should be in to the denouement portion of my plot.