Time is an AK-47. Nay, an Atom Bomb.

Nay, time is the most powerful weapon in the Mulitverse. And yet, it is capable of teaching us lessons in subtlety.

Time gives a framework in which other forces can act. A small creek bubbling over a boulder doesn’t do much to the boulder. Coupled with time however, the water will grind it to a fine sand.

Time acts like an extender. Take any subtle force, and over time, the subtle force begins to resemble more overwhelming, active forces, like an Atom Bomb. Small, persistent savings over the long term begin to look like vast wealth. The Unattainable loses the Un- when time plays a part.

Using it
I am often plagued by the realization that deep down, I am not a high energy, type A kind of person. You know those people–they attain achievement like a fish breathes water. My personality type is more prone to attain achievement like a fish evolves lungs–slowly and painfully.

Qualitatively, a fish evolving lungs is probably a bigger achievement than gill-breathing, as it represents a bigger change from its original environment. But whatever active, random forces had a hand in the evolution of the lung, the one consistent force through the whole process was time.

How can we use time to our advantage? We only have a limited amount, but the good news is that in this regard, the playing field is level. We all have the same life expectancies (give or take).

So if you don’t have energy, or you aren’t wealthy, or you lack other advantages that others seem to have, know that you at least share the same amount of time. Applied carefully and steadily to the the advantages you do have, it’s surprising what can be accomplished.

21 Days to Good Habits: Epilogue

I just finished 3 weeks of daily sketching something meaningless in an effort to form the habit of using a sketchbook. Why 3 weeks? Because I read it in a book. And I’m told to trust what is written in books.

First off, here’s what I had to do:

Create …

21 Days to Good Habits: Day 21

Day 21 and day the last. Just finished my last drawing of the 21 day experiment, which attempted to explore the assertion that “habits take 21 days to form.”

Tomorrow, I’ll post an epilogue with my closing thoughts….

21 Days to Good Habits: Day 20

Almost finished with the experiment.

Sitting down to sketch is much less torture than it was at the beginning. I still can’t come up with anything worthwhile, but ideas flow easier after I am finished with the sketch. It’s like …

The Morning After (the Holiday Season: Ouch)

Once a month, I wake up early to perform a ritual. I am taking part in an old tradition that causes deep, lasting anguish, only made lighter by the fact that everybody else has to perform it as well. It is the ritual of the Bill-Paying, a profound, …

21 Days to Good Habits: Day 19

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Ugh. Cotton for grey matter today.

2 more days to go.
On to Day 20»

21 Days to Good Habits: Day 18

A haiku:

So… Cold… Heater broke,
Where the hell is maintenance?
Hell must be so warm…
On to Day 19»

New Site Design!

Well, here it is. A new design for a new year.

I have been trying to come up with a good concept for a site design for a while now. My challenge was figuring out how to make the design say something about me.

A self-portrait seemed the natural solution, …

21 Days to Good Habits: Day 17

If my neurons could tell me how they feel about New Years Eve parties, I think it’d go something like this.

Which reminds me, I ran across a guy performing a fascinating experiment on neurogenesis the other day. I …

Witholding Your Identity

In communicating with and meeting other humans, we often run face-first into the problem of identity. How do you describe who you are to a stranger? Do you describe your beliefs, what makes you unique, or the framework within which you communicate with God? Is it even possible …

I am the owner of this blog. I write about art, design, self improvement, philosophy, time management, and anything else that catches my attention span. The neuron to your right is a reductionist self portrait, of sorts. I am very pretentious, though I try not to be.