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Everything changes.
For those few concerned:
Gratitude is a deep emotion. It often sits beside love when it visits you. If you're lucky, it visits a while. If you're rare and smart, you never let it leave.
Much can transpire in a short year. Can, and will. What is important to understand is that each change and turn holds the potential to teach you, shape you, further your development as a human. Sometimes the largest lessons are taken away from the smallest things, so attention to detail is important.
Holidays like Thanksgiving are, for me at least, mile-markers. They're pauses on the path where we can look in the rear view mirror, as far as it suits us, and single out those items which deserve our attention, our appreciation, our love. They also afford opportunities to critically analyze our conduct and choices, and humbly, quietly clean the lens through which we view our lives so that when we peer rearward a ways down the road, the gems of our conduct will more easily and brilliantly catch the light of the year's setting sun.
I don't consider myself or my life critically important, or interesting enough to others to publicly outline those few but precious things for which I'm deeply appreciative. But this doesn't lessen the depth with which I appreciate them. In fact, it has the opposite effect. It keeps them closer to me in a way, and somehow highlights their value.
Here's to the small, important things - those old things we look back on with a smile, those new things we gaze upon as they sleep beside us, those valued tokens which keep the embers of memory of those we love and have loved warm and glowing, and every moment we intelligently keep gratitude and love in the front of our busy minds - even, and especially on days not named Thanksgiving.
Addendum:
From the desk of J. Stanton: 1. I am fortunate enough to count Rob Fusco as a friend, and I guarantee that no one but Rob Fusco can make Rob Fusco do anything. 2. Slippery slope arguments don't work on those who don't share your moral compass. For instance, if someone doesn't believe it's blasphemous to shave, they won't be convinced that not shaving inevitably leads to a life of crime. 3. Industrial agriculture is an environmental, economic, and social disaster whether the resulting soybeans are fed to cattle or to people.
I can't believe that the writer of the lyrics of "Prey To Human Silence" had turn his back to this cause. And it's even harder to believe that the reason you left veganism is a moron called J. Stanton. His works are not science, but stupidity. And it's also so stupid to give up veganism because of don't want to live a dogmatic lifestyle. With the same mentality, you should begin to rape women, because it would be so dogmatic to not rape at all. Shame on you.
Dear ANONYMOUS,
I can’t believe that the author of such a stunning salvo would choose to omit their name.
Did PETA put you up to this? You seem like the pawn type. I’ll guess “maybe.”
I shouldn’t indulge you because you’re obviously a cowardly keyboard commando, but your facts are all fucked up so I’m going against my better judgment and taking no more than two minutes to respond to you (because that’s the sum total of my life I’m allotting for rebuttals to anonymous idiots).
Firstly, Stanton was no more a catalyst in my adopting an omnivorous diet than Carl Sagan would have been to a solar eclipse. Related? Sure. Causal? Not even close.
Also, Stanton’s work is decidedly scientific. Question: how many times have you been invited to speak at a symposium at Harvard University? I’m guessing fewer times than J. I’ll just let that speak for itself.
Your opinion is that it’s stupid to give up a dietary lifestyle because of a resistance to dogmatic ideals and stale, rote self-governance. I rebut that it’s stupid to cling to an ideology blindly, and also stupid to bastardize others who no longer share your worldview or choices about how to eat. Now THAT sounds more dogmatic than anything, my young Padawan™.
Now, to address your “rape” idea. Did you, after writing that poetic, self-righteous diatribe, re-read it and somehow think that “you should begin to rape women…” would be even a slightly okay thing to use to leverage your argument? You really, really wrote that. Think about that for a second. It was ridiculous, offensive and so monumentally, mind-numbingly, jaw-droppingly stupid that I’m tempted to delete all that I’ve written and allow your idiocy to sit alone on display like a clear plastic bag of human shit. Alas, I can hardly help myself. Moreover, shame on YOU.
Anonymous, I hope that you realize something about yourself: you’re a religious zealot. I don’t justify myself to religious zealots, especially those who remain hidden and, you know, say goddamned stupid shit.
All paths are correct and incorrect at the same time. The “should” is meaningless.
Rob
p.s. - the first slice of cheese pizza I ate after seven years of abstinence caused one of the most profound paradigm shifts of my life: perhaps that’s why vegans are so cranky all the time - lack of pizza.
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Shake The Ship Apart
“When your mind becomes obsessed with anything, you will filter everything else out and find that thing everywhere.” - Darren Aronofsky
I obsess. Plain and simple, I fixate on a thing - good or bad - and my mind drowns in it for an indeterminate period of time. Sometimes for years.
Who am I kidding? Often for years.
I only guess that this persistent narrowing of my (or anyone's) focus is a response to the chaotic, brutal and unpredictable nature of life. There are just too many things out there demanding attention. Too many advertisements, too many psychic vampires, too many pursuits promising hedonistic fulfillment - nothing more than various pitches of static disguising the particular signal for which a person is designed to detect and receive and understand. It shrinks the world to one thing. It makes life purposeful, affords clarity, generates a hierarchy, simplifies every decision. Alas, I am not, as they say, a multi-tasker. Betraying outward appearances, this is the truth.
I'd love to say that this character trait has done me a world of good by keeping me focused and motivating me to excellence, but that would only be telling a fraction of the story. Sometimes fixation is the very thing which hinders the achievement of excellence or even progress. Further still, it has the potential to undo much hard work, keep one stagnant, bury one in stasis. Conversely, I owe much of what little I have accomplished in my life thus far to this tendency. It has lent drive and pressure. My task then is to steer the ship into productive waters once adrift on the current.
I'm not sure if it takes a lot of guts to focus on one thing to the exclusion (and often detriment) of all else - other disciplines, relationships, what have you; but I do know that it takes guts to admit that it will fuck, and has fucked everything up. It's easy to pretend that adopting such a monumental imbalance in the pursuit of one thing won't shake the ship apart. Everything is temporary and expendable and at one time or the next every single thing in your life aside from this one thing gets eyed up to get thrown in the gutter because it simply gets in the way. Selfish? Absolutely. Imbalanced? Absolutely. Necessary to achieve greatness? Absolutely.
Keep yourself under pressure. I can't tell you how many fucking times I've heard the tired, motivational coal-to-diamonds analogy and it makes me sick, but there's a modicum of truth to it, as played out as it is. I love pressure. It reveals much about who we are not only to the observer, but also, if we are attentive and astute, to ourselves. That’s the real trick, though, isn’t it? That is, figuring out where we are relative to that thing on which we fixate. It’s important to pressurize yourself in three ways: directly, honestly and consistently. Directly - because any other way is a waste of time; of EVERYONE'S time. Honestly - because if you lie to yourself you deserve all the shit you end up covered in at the end of the day you fucking coward. Consistently - because otherwise, you're a weekend warrior, a dilettante, a fake...and who can respect a fake? I'll be elated to put an arrow through the first lying hand in the air in response to that one.
Now we come to the realization that most people in your life will not understand you or your focus or your drive to render your vision. You will encounter jealousy, rejection, shit-talk, resentment. And if you're lucky, that's just from those in your life who can't or won't understand your tendency towards excellence in one thing to the exclusion of all else. Those who love and support and understand you will not only step back and watch you obsess and give yourself to this thing which has vast destructive potential, but they should (in theory) support you silently just as you would for them. You don't have to sing along to a choir to show them you appreciate their sound - just being in the seats is enough.
I confess that I'm not a positive person. Try as I have to be bright and optimistic and bounding and resilient, it has dawned on me that I am more negative than positive. This is where things become tricky when you add the element of fixation. To those like me in this respect, I wish I had more good news, some words of encouragement, some sage advice. I don't. I can only tell you what I've tried to do and let you take it from there.
So take it from here and take it as far as you can. Take it to the edge. Take it over the edge. Take it over EVERY edge. Get destroyed, get rebuilt, get fucked. Go sear your body with scars. Show yourself that you're nothing like the cowards that crowd and suppress you because mediocrity loves company. Grow teeth and claws and spikes. Keep only those around who know when to get the fuck out of your way.
Stay obsessed like me. Misery loves company, too.
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know" - Ernest Hemingway
It is true that intelligent individuals often bear the burden of isolation in recognizing that which others do not. Intelligence is to recognize patterns, thus one who is intelligent is adept at pinpointing the...
Here's a fantastic article from T-Nation. It talks sense.
Keep squatting,
Rob
Excelsior
The second you decide to not care about unimportant shit is the second the sun rises on your life.
Humans are creatures of struggle, born out of war and challenge, hungry to prove themselves and overcome - at least the humans of worth are. Things are not designed, or have evolved in a way which makes life easy on anyone. People often create their own problems out of boredom, out of habit. We cling needlessly to ultimately unimportant trash for whatever reason. We're almost addicted to feeling like shit, or feeling guilty or low or worthless or any other bullshit descriptor you can imagine because it's a "comfortable," familiar pattern. We haven't yet learned to ditch the ballast, nor have we equated this act with improvement of life - an advancement to which many are surprisingly averse. The devil you know...
The "trick" of letting things go isn't really much of a trick at all. It's in fact a skill honed by consistent, day-in, day-out practice. It's a game of inches, as they say. Incremental advances made day after day sum inexorably to great distances over time. Don't sit around waiting for an epiphany. This type of evolution does NOT occur on a sigmoid curve, nor does it occur spontaneously. You will start no fires by wishing for a match.
Go give it hell, inch by inch, every single day.
-R
Plagiarism makes it easy to identify the fakers from the real deal. What's the matter, little boy? Can't think for yourself?
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Green just happens to be one of my favorite colors, and 24 just happens to be one of my favorite numbers.
It's on, kids.
Nothing lately but push ups, pull ups, lunges and squats... and lots of them.
If you care to improve in a discipline, even a simple one, do it every single day in one form or the next. Just stay engaged. You'll surprise yourself.