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Here's June's Mixtape For You! Any songs you really like on here?
Romo Haters, and the Cycle
Aaron Rodgers is better than Tony Romo. Peyton Manning is better than Tony Romo. Matt Ryan, Flacco, Kaepernick, Stafford, whoever, they're better. Throw all the rankings up there that you want. People are quick to make things relative from a geographical perspective.
What gets lost in the "Who's elite and why Tony Romo isn't" argument, however, is chronological perspective. Compare Romo to those guys all you want, but at the same time, you've got to compare him to his predecessors:
Quincy Carter.
Drew Henson.
Drew Bledsoe.
Vinny. Frickin. Testaverde's. Corpse.
Against that lineup, Romo's name suddenly starts to sound pretty good, doesn't it?
Look, I get it. He gives it up in big games. Totally hear you. It's absolutely heartbreaking, every single time. Do I want it to stop? Yeah! I want to witness another golden age of Dallas football. I don't know if Romo can get it done, I really don't. But I do know that he gives us the best chance we've had since Saint Troy, who was last seen on the field when I was in Osh Kosh. So if you want to be negative about how much worse he is than the NFL "elite", I urge you to also consider how much better he is than what preceeded him.
Besides, if you polled every team in the league, you'd have more teams than fingers that'd be happy to take him over whoever they've got under center. I'm looking at you, Blaine Gabbert.
HEY TAKE THAT NEW YORK
One year ago today I got on a 6AM one-way flight to New York out of Austin, tears streaming down my face. In my eyes, I was moving to another planet.
I'm having the time of my life up here, and am proud of myself for taking the risk.
There's something I'm even more proud of, though, and that's the indefatigable feeling of joy I felt when I read this in a book on the way to work this morning:
"The driven part of the zeitgeist, that determined something extra, came from Dallas' being a city with no reason to exist, as it lacked a port or a navigable river. Its leaders had to will it to success...In Dallas, success seemed to be a matter of simply wanting it badly enough and being willing to work hard enough to get it."
The spirit of the single star, my friends. It is indefatigable.
The Mad Scientist
As I walked into my apartment building today, I stared laser beams into my doorman’s eyes and said two words:
“908. Package.”
I could’ve been more civilized, but I didn’t have a whole lot of braincells left, as most of them were consumed with excitement over, you guessed it, the contents of the box.
I couldn’t wait for the elevator to stop at Floor Nine to open it, ripping open the cardboard box like the Nintendo 64 kid here.
In it, I found two enormous books slightly shorter than textbooks, and smiled a smile as wide as the Rio Grande. They were Tim Ferriss’ two newest books, The Four Hour Body and The Four Hour Chef.
That man is probably my favorite author today. I once met my favorite author, another guy, driving nine hours and blowing most of my Spring Break to go to his book signing, and he turned out to be kind of a jerk. I don’t know if I want to meet Tim, in fear that he might suck too. But boy, do I like his work.
In fact, his work makes me immensely happy, and not because of the topics- far from it. I’m not notably interested in making Chilean Sea Bass in a bathroom sink, but he tells you how to do it. I’m more interested in what I think his work really stands for: A habitual, continuous quest to fulfill his enormous passion for life, primarily by defying conventional thinking and aggressively coloring outside the societal lines. His first book, The Four Hour Work Week, is magnificent. I reread it every two months or so, because it continually keeps me thinking big and thinking brash, and if I’m being brutally honest, I fanatically, desperately need that if I’m going to accomplish all the stupid, absurd things I dream of. I have no doubt that finding that first book in the backseat of a friend’s car one afternoon at lunch last year will be something I regard as a substantial life event, and I think over the course of 2013 you’ll start to see what I mean.
The man is a mad scientist, and while it sounds crazy, I think that’s just about one of the nicest things you could ever say about a person. I’d be honored to be someday called the mad scientist. To me, the term mad scientist is a man dedicated to his craft, focused on his creation, and unconcerned with just about anything else that gets in the way, critics be damned.
After all, there aren’t a whole lot of statues of critics. So if there’s something you’re truly, deeply passionate about, don’t wait and don’t waste. Forget naysayers. We can always make more money, but we can never make more time. Whatever it is you dream of being, start doing the things that make you that.
Glasses up to the mad scientists of the world: I hope someday to join your ranks.
Something I Haven't Seen
Die Hard five, Twilight four, Texas Chainsaw massacre whatever number it is, Lincoln, Spider-Man, the Hobbit. What do these movies have in common? You've seen them, or something nearly identical to them.
There sure are a whole lot of remakes and sequels and retellings these days, you know? Was at the movies the other day, and got a chance to see Django Unchained. It was, in a word, glorious.
Excellent acting, great cinematography, wonderful dialogue, beautiful set construction, just a magnificent work from start to finish. I totally loved it. It got me thinking: We don't see a whole lot of excellent new stories in the theaters these days, do we? New ideas and tales straight from the minds of creative people don't come along very often.
That's why I'm so excited, and thankful, that there are still people dreaming up adventures to splay out across the silver screen for our viewing pleasure. There's a lot of garbage coming from every corner of Hollywood these days, but every so often, a gem like Looper or Inception or Django comes along that shows a glimmer of what I think cinema's greatest strength is: Showing you something you haven't seen.
Steel or Nylon?
Everyone has a guitar in them. For most of us, it doesn't get played enough. I want my work to make those strings thrum and shake a little bit when people look upon it. I want to help people feel alive.
On The Rise
One time, I was so mad about a game against lowly Missouri, I stole the tiger tails off every car in the parking lot while walking home. One time, I watched a narrow bowl victory in blustery Memphis over a university's team hailing from a Carolina that isn't North or South. Two times, I watched a Houston Nutt team roll over my former Houston Nutt team.
That was then.
I'm reading preseason rankings with a grin on my face. I just got an email on an apparel licensing deal with Dillard's best tailors. I've seen the craftsmanship and care taken in designing the Pro Combat kits, Nike's highest tier of athletic supply for universities. I've banged on the rickety steel panels lining the magnificent Louisiana Superdome. I've sat under the JerryTron for a big fat victory in one of the South's proudest, most rich-in-history games.
This is now.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that more and more, I keep seeing little reminders that our little ol' Arkansas is quickly becoming not so little. And that makes havin' hitched my wagon to big Tusk a few years back just a little nicer than it already was, which as you might know, is pretty nice to begin with.
Bring this and a couple other ones home, T-Dub.
Brimming with pride, y'all. Thank you, JET. (Taken with Instagram)
Celebratory testdrivin'. #channelyellow (Taken with Instagram)
Quality over Quantity
One thing I've been thinking about lately is my spending habits and how I can get better at getting the most out of my money. An idea I'm kicking around that I'd like to share with you is quality over quantity. To set up my point, let me tell you some things I've bought in the last six months or so.
Black linen suit (worn 0 times) White Adidas Y3 hightop sneakers from Gilt (worn once) Light grey three-piece suit (worn 4 times) Nike Free 5.0+ v3 (every day) Black Lucchese 1883 goatskin boots (twice a week) Navy sharkskin blazer (Can no longer count how many times I've worn it) Merlot-colored formal suit (Worn 0 times) MoshiMoshi Vintage telephone for iPhone (Used once, dumb) New 2012 MacBook Air (Use it on the reg!) J.Crew urban slim selvedge jeans (Honestly, it's gross, but almost daily)
Now, I'm going to be blunt: I'm a dummy. Half of that stuff is borderline useless. It collects dust. Is it cool to have a shiny maroon suit? Yeah, that's way cool, but I can't figure out when to wear it, and I live in the most fashion-absurd city in the world. There's no reason to have a vintage telephone that hooks up to my iPhone, it makes calls just fine on its own. Those hightop Y3's? They look cool, but that's me getting suckered by how cheap it appeared on Gilt, and frankly, I can't wear white kicks in Manhattan for long, because I am a klutz and they turn the color of Gerber applesauce real quick. Check out that run-on sentence, y'all. #GrammarOlympics
On the other hand: that blue blazer? It gets put on a couple times a week. My previous MacBook lasted me five years, so I know this Air will be a worthwhile purchase. Those black Lucchese's can get resoled every other year for my entire life and they'll only get better, because the good folks there in El Paso use great leather that ages magnificently. Coincidentally, those are the three most expensive items on that list. I've got two points about that: Because they were pricy, I had to make dang sure I was ready to pull the trigger on them, and made sure I really wanted them. Second, I'm way more invested in them because of how much of my hard-earned (and believe me, they work me hard up there) paycheck I had to use to get them. I don't feel that way about the ill-fitting dress shirts from a Benetton going-out-of-business sale.
Now, don't get me wrong: I love me some bargains. I wear the crap out of my 10$ knockoff tortoiseshell Wayfarers from the Rail in Dallas. The 6$ v-neck tees from Uniqlo on 34th are my favorites. There's just some things that you don't need to be fancy on. They're different for everybody. Some people splurge on Oakleys with their 2$ Old Navy flip-flops. Whatever floats your boat.
Anyway, let's move forward to the plan of action I'm trying to stick to. I really think it could help you too, if this is something you're grappling with.
1. Get rid of anything you haven't worn in my closet since this time one year ago. (We wear 7.2% of the stuff we own on a regular basis.) 2. Figure out a brand or a style or a fit of something you know you like and don't sway. (IE I know I like Nike gym shoes, I don't need to try Reebok. They could be great, but the swoosh's grass is green enough to keep me.) 3. Get one you love rather than five you're okay with. It's just like with girlfriends (okay, maybe five wouldn't be so bad, huh guys?) and buddies. Less is more. With all the money I've spent on dress shirts in my young lifetime (it makes me a little bit sick), you know what I could've done? Taken my favorite dress shirt of all time (a beat up chambray number that cost me a quarter at a Goodwill in Watauga when I was 16) to a tailor and had him/her build me a beautiful, magnificent wardrobe of dress shirts cut and sewn of the finest cotton by hand that fit perfectly. Instead, I have fifty crappy, wrinkly button downs that I don't wear and clutter my closet. 4. Think about specific occasions/activities/uses for this thing you're about to buy. Can't really come up with very many? That's a good measure of whether you really will get your money's worth. 5. Purchase with longevity in mind. Like this: "This transaction is going to STIIIING. But this suit is timeless. It will be in style a long time. I love it and will get a lot of use out of it. As long as I stay in shape, I'll be able to wear it for years." 6. Take great care of your stuff. You invested in them, now invest in your investment, I guess you could say. Buy the awesome leather care for your new boots. Use mothballs, use cedar shoe trees, use antivirus software, use a really durable iPhone case, etc.
I think if you can do these things, you'll be happier overall. You'll like what you own. You'll like how your bank account looks (more). You'll like the way you look (more). You won't look at your closet and think "What was I thinking?" much anymore. Finally, the central point that it comes back to, as does nearly every thought I have: It helps you gain more ownership over your own life, and that's the coolest thing in the world.
Because being owned even a little bit by a shiny maroon suit sucks. Take it from me.
This post segues naturally into the topic of living more minimally, which I'll conveniently do the next time I get around to it.
And Then There Was One
This picture made me think something I'd not ever thought before. Let me try to explain.
I remember my first game, sitting at the absolute top row of Reunion Arena with the backs of our heads against the wall, squinting to see our rookie wunderkind from Cal take on Hakeem and the Rockets.
I remember losing my mind during Dwayneapalooza in 2006.
I remember losing my mind in a different way on June 12th, 2011.
But of all of the memories I have of chasing Maverick basketball, the one my friends will probably say I talk about most is the time I met Dirk. It was a preseason meet and greet at the AAC practice court under the Old No.7 Club, and I believe it was the whole 2005 squad.
I remember bits and pieces. Terry unabashedly making a pass at my mom. Daniels being pretty darn friendly. But mostly how tall Dirk was, and how genuinely nice was, and how disconnected he felt from the regimented and sterile autograph process- he was just friendly, and real. Just wanted to say hey and let you know he was thankful for your support. How he was exactly the way I imagined him.
And I remembered that they seemed like a unit, a collective. There was some togetherness. After all, we were with the first Dallas team to ever make it to the Finals. We just didn't know it yet.
It's different now. From what I've seen, meet and greets like this are Dirk and his buddy Brian Cardinal. Or they're crazy Delonte and Lamar kicking it at the zoo with a local DISD class. Or it's, like this instance, something with the whole team. They're never a one-man show. Unless that's the team.
That's why I think there's never been a clearer symbol that just about everything has changed. Regardless of whether you subscribe to the argument that Dirk's never had a true number two, he's never had it like this. Finley. Nash. Terry. He always had a guy.
Now, it's down to him. A Dirk Nowitzki meet and greet. A Dallas Mavericks meet and greet.
There seems to be some real nervous sentiment pervading the city about this. But honestly, I like his odds. Because when you've got a championship coach, the wildest owner in professional sports, a brilliant personnel evaluator, and you play in a league with a constantly-shifting landscape like the current NBA, your team's always got a shot. And when you've got a shot that falls like Dirk's? Smile, y'all. We got it good.
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And Then There Was One
This picture made me think something I'd not ever thought before. Let me try to explain.
I remember my first game, sitting at the absolute top row of Reunion Arena with the backs of our heads against the wall, squinting to see our rookie wunderkind from Cal take on Hakeem and the Rockets.
I remember losing my mind during Dwayneapalooza in 2006.
I remember losing my mind in a different way on June 12th, 2011.
But of all of the memories I have of chasing Maverick basketball, the one my friends will probably say I talk about most is the time I met Dirk. It was a preseason meet and greet at the AAC practice court under the Old No.7 Club, and I believe it was the whole 2005 squad.
I remember bits and pieces. Terry unabashedly making a pass at my mom. Daniels being pretty darn friendly. But mostly how tall Dirk was, and how genuinely nice was, and how disconnected he felt from the regimented and sterile autograph process- he was just friendly, and real. Just wanted to say hey and let you know he was thankful for your support. How he was exactly the way I imagined him.
And I remembered that they seemed like a unit, a collective. There was some togetherness. After all, we were with the first Dallas team to ever make it to the Finals. We just didn't know it yet.
It's different now. From what I've seen, meet and greets like this are Dirk and his buddy Brian Cardinal. Or they're crazy Delonte and Lamar kicking it at the zoo with a local DISD class. Or it's, like this instance, something with the whole team. They're never a one-man show. Unless that's the team.
That's why I think there's never been a clearer symbol that just about everything has changed. Regardless of whether you subscribe to the argument that Dirk's never had a true number two, he's never had it like this. Finley. Nash. Terry. He always had a guy.
Now, it's down to him. A Dirk Nowitzki meet and greet. A Dallas Mavericks meet and greet.
There seems to be some real nervous sentiment pervading the city about this. But honestly, I like his odds. Because when you've got a championship coach, the wildest owner in professional sports, a brilliant personnel evaluator, and you play in a league with a constantly-shifting landscape like the current NBA, your team's always got a shot. And when you've got a shot that falls like Dirk's? Smile, y'all. We got it good.
#ponyball
All In
I'll admit it. The last few days of basketball have been tough. Gut-wrenching, heart sinking losses. Reasons, explanations abound. Tyson Chandler is gone. The team is too old. Oklahoma City's dynasty in the making has finally arrived. I could go on.
I'll admit, I'm a little disappointed in myself. I had to turn the television off in games one and two. Watching hurt. I think it's because some part of me understood just how magical, how improbable last year was, and that all that good luck and magic and magnificent karma had finally exhausted itself and this 2012 thing just straight up wasn't gonna happen.
But then I stood there, covered in sweat from the gym, fixing to turn the TV off, and saw crazy old Delonte do his thing. Okay, let's see what happens here. So I turned the sound way up. And I heard the familiar sound of Sean Heath's voice over the PA in the arena. And I saw the seats we typically sit in back behind the visitor's bench and thought of all the cold beer I've drank there, all the peanuts I've cracked there. And I saw Terry do his signature jet wings that make me laugh every time. Slowly, I stopped thinking about the handful of things that were making me sad about the Mavericks, and I started realizing how many things make me happy about the Mavericks. Maybe this isn't their year, and maybe it won't be their year for a long time. But I don't care. Because those dudes in navy and royal have given me a whole lot of good times the past ten years.
Mark Cuban's slogan that he put on all the giveaway shirts for this year's postseason is "All In."
I sure am. Dallas 'til I die.
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A Personal Finance Trick
Hey yall, it's been awhile. I know a lot of us have recently graduated and are payin' the bills now, and to that, I raise my glass. Tupac was right in Dear Mama when he said it feels good to put money in the mailbox. Being able to take care of yourself is really gratifying. I'm sure what I'm about to share isn't by any means new, but it's something that's really eliminated the bulk of my money-related stress.
Here's the tip: Once you've got a regular paycheck coming in, only rope yourself into eighty percent of what you could actually afford. Let me explain. Let's say as a basic number you're salaried at thirty thousand per year. That's a totally arbitrary number- I make four dollars per year. Some are above that, some are below, but let's go with this. The number that usually gets thrown around for percentage of income spent on housing is no higher than 30%, so you could ideally afford to spend 10,000 yearly on rent, or 833 per month. However, if you force yourself to spend a little less on rent, a little less on your car, etcetera, than you can truly afford, you open yourself up some breathing room.
Let's face it. Things come up. Your car needs repairs. You have to buy christmas presents. Tickets to a festival go on sale and you have got to see it. It's awful hard to do things like that when you've created a rigid financial structure where every penny that comes in goes to paying a specific bill. So that means if you spend, say, eighty percent of that $833 ($666.40) on rent, you've got a little extra money to do not only things you like, but also to handle the occasional rainy day/crisis. If you use that same idea on all of your expenses, maybe not paying the $5 extra for premium cable, or buying a less expensive car, you can keep yourself from those late nights staring at a stack of bills, wondering how you'll stay above water.
I'd say if you'd like to try it, go for it. It all starts out with putting together a blueprint of what checks you're cashing and what checks you're writing, so to speak. I highly recommend the free mint.com service. Once you've figured out how much is coming in, you can budget out how much you think all of your different expenses would cost, and then start looking for places you can skimp a little.
At its most basic, I believe it's in our best interest as individuals to follow paths that increase our autonomy and ownership of our daily lives. Taking an educated look at your finances and staying out of trouble is a small piece of that. It isn't a big, sexy, life changing move, but it definitely helps if you're willing to stick to it. Let me know how it goes!
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(Em)powering The People
Let me preface: I know very little in the way of facts, and this is going to be both disjointed and subjective.
We're primarily at the mercy of foreign oil here. Puppets on a string. I can't stand this. Doesn't that seem wrong to you that we're at the mercy of anybody? Isn't America the world's greatest superpower, the deciders, the keepers of the key?
I like the environment. I think we're incredibly blessed to live on a landmass with such splendor and variety, so much to see, so much natural wonder.
But there's something that I hold higher than the dirt and the grass, and that's what's been built upon it. America. I like America a lot. So much, in fact, that if it means we have to open up the Keystone pipeline, if we have to drill in Alaska, I'd say we do it. I understand how much irreversible strain that puts on the environment, and we'll mess it up just like we've messed up so much before, but let me explain.
I caught the tail end of the Wachowski Brothers' classic (can you believe it's thirteen years old?) The Matrix on rerun last night. There was something Agent Smith said that really got me thinking. I'm paraphrasing, but he went on a diatribe about how he'd decided humans were unlike any other mammal, in that mammals naturally form an equilibrium with their environment. If there is not enough food or water or room, some of the species die. They coexist with their habitat. Humans, however, differ. We do not stop replicating and expanding, or screwing and building skyscrapers, and when we've depleted an environment of its resources, we move to another and repeat. He went on to say that there is another organism on our planet that behaves similarly, and that's a virus, drawing a comparison between humanity and infectious microorganisms and so on and so forth. Anyway, loved watching that guy get punched when I was eleven and still do.
So, my point is this. Yes, we mess lots of things up. We've done all kinds of awful things to the environment. We're wasteful, we're careless, we're destructive, we behave with reckless disregard for future generations. But if ruining some wildlife preserves(that are more or less uninhabitable anyway, right?) means that America could break free from the Venezuelan and Saudi(an?) horses we've hitched our wagons to, wouldn't it maybe be worth it?
We could do exactly what we wanted. It's like graduating and getting a job- mama and daddy can't tell you what to do anymore. We could stop throwing good money after bad. We wouldn't feel spread so thin. We'd be a less scared. Aren't you a little less worried about what Chavez or Mahmoud are going to do when if don't need anything from them? Finally, it would put the impetus on our best minds to dig their spurs in and figure out how we're going to create a sustainable energy plan, and here's why: We would no longer perceive there to be an endless supply of oil we could just buy overseas. No, the scientists do their homework and figure out: here's how many barrels we have here in the states, and here's when it will run out. We have to be playing with solar, with wind, with hydroelectric, with biofuel, with hydrogen, with whatever else, by this date. Deadlines matter. Because they work.
Politically, I think there's a perception that the right doesn't care about energy policy. This, to me, makes no sense. If I'm running for any major office on the Republican ticket, you better believe I'm pushing alternative energy. "I support the sustainable energy movement. Which means I'm going to incentivize it. I'm going to roll out the red carpet to those looking to put powering Americans back in American hands. Tax credits for corporations looking to supply our people with clean power as well as tax credits for people using the green power we're making. Which means larger levels of investment, which in turn creates new jobs, which boosts the economy and decreases our import levels. We're producing more of what we need, ourselves, right here. I'm no economist, but we'd then in turn have greater control of the value of our dollar, right? Our national debt would decrease as well, right? And wouldn't our military be stronger because our servicemen would be spread a little less thin across the world?
We can do it. We can absolutely do this. It won't be great for the environment. I understand this. But I care far less about where America stands than I do about what America stands for. And the environment I'm far more worried about is a global environment where we no longer control our fate. There's a whole lot more pieces to this puzzle that I'm probably not aware of, but for a layman's look at it, what's wrong with this picture? Feel free to tell me I'm a moron, if anything, it's a learning opportunity.
What's In A Name
I've fielded a couple of questions on the name of my website. I thought I'd take a minute to explain it.
I got the idea in two parts. The first came from my friend Sarah. We were talking about the direction of my life and career, and I told her that I was terrified that I might try something I like and end up being bad at it. She dug her spurs into me pretty good-knowing I'm a people pleaser, she told me that by not wanting to put anything out there some people might dislike, I wasn't even doing anything that people could like. She was right. I thought back to my main idea when we were running the whole Arkansauced gag: As long as we made one person laugh, and it was fun for me to do, it was worth doing. So I applied that to this: If it makes me happy and I better just one person's day who reads it, it's worth my time. That was the first half- I decided I was going to try writing again.
I had to figure out a name, though. After days and days of casual/cursory brainstorming, the second part came how I get most of my favorite ideas: Driving. I was driving one of my favorite places in the world- the section of Mopac in North Austin right after you've gotten off 45. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. It's massive, wide open, and built on a big overpass, so you feel like you can see for miles. The evening sun casted its magnificent orange glow across the rocky hills and atop the trees all around me. It cut and danced across my face as I drifted through the curve.
That's when it hit me. I'm daydreaming about something that I can no longer remember, something silly and unimportant, and I thought about how untouched this land feels. How available, how wide open it is, how much potential it holds. How it feels like the old frontier. That's one of my favorite things about Texas. It feels so expansive, so bristling with potential energy just waiting to be tapped and made kinetic. And it's glorious, yall. I couldn't stop smiling, maybe because this particular evening, I'm aware that I'm moving to the East Coast in a couple days, so I know I won't get to see this area again for awhile. I just felt happy that I'd gotten the chance to see it at all, especially in this most excellent light.
I started to think about how when I moved to Austin, I was ready. There were things I'd be leaving behind that I liked, but it was a new and necessary frontier for me to explore, not only geographically but also psychologically, spiritually, etc. I then thought about this move East and how it too represented a whole new frontier, one far different than anything I'd ever seen. It started to make sense: Every new chapter in life is a frontier for us to explore, to venture out into the wilderness, to go where we've never gone, and machete through the thicket and cut our own path to the top of the mountain.
That's how the name came about. It's knowing that I'll explore a whole lot of frontiers before I expire, and I'll love something about each of them. They'll be more than worthy of the occasional daydream or fond memory. However, no matter where my adventures take me across our God's great green Earth, there'll always be only one that occupies the highest perch in my mind's ether: The one with a single star on the flag.
And that, my friends, is how this dumb rag called frontier dreams was born.