SICK AGAIN?
So monday I travel to Kiev and pick something up. and it takes me until thursday to kick it. I return to Kiev on Friday, work with my partner kirill all day (who has a very unpleasant illness or other) and he makes me ill and I wake up this morning nearly dead. I am just not going to go back to living in a bubble. lol
Kirill Latysh You literally make me sick. lol 🙂 Damn. I suspect I will lose all productivity this week. sigh…
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-12 02:48:00 UTC
( Dear idiot. Actually, I work. I work every freaking day. I work hard. I work harder than most men have the ability to, or can comprehend working. I gave up everything in my life to do this work. I mastered my craft. With that craft I have made an art. I am fully aware of the monument that I am constructing.
So go f__k yourself. I am not a politician seeking votes, a priest begging for acceptance, an academic looking for compensation, or a public intellectual seeking status. I am a warrior constructing a battle plan.
I don’t want your approval, agreement, or consent. I want your submission, surrender, defeat, conquest, and if necessary, your death, and if possible your extermination. We will eat your words, your hearts, your offspring, your heritage and your fantasies, and leave you and yours in the dust with the remains of the other extinct animals that have passed because we could not domesticate them. And the universe will be better for your passing.
We are aristocracy. We gave you the choice that we give all others before you. Yet you chose poorly. You would not grant us reciprocal insurance, nor enter into the contract for the ascent of man, nor consent to wield the truth. You are therefore not equal. You are not ascendent man, but descendent animal. A hindrance to transcendence. A hindrance to mankind. An obstacle to overcome. A resource to be used. Prey to be consumed. And having refused our offer of mutual cooperation, we no longer are morally bound to invest further in the option of encouraging you. Those who remain can leave, be sterilized, or die. This choice we leave you also. We can only pray you choose wisely this time and save us the cost of your extermination. )
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-08 06:25:00 UTC
Sometimes we must make hard choices. Because there are no easy choices left to make. When we do, that which we valued above all the day before, we may not value the day after. I am as much a fool as any other fellow. My folly is in things that others find trivial. Just as others folly is in things I find trivial. But I am as guilty of folly as the next man.
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-05 13:10:00 UTC
Unfortunately I am too distracted by business this winter. I am not producing enough. Or at least it is not evident. But I love and appreciate all my friends. And I especially love and appreciate those that advise, support, and advocate. Ant I can’t tell you how much it matters to me that you do. Love all of you. Every color and creed.
Source date (UTC): 2016-03-04 15:50:00 UTC
Ukraine (mostly stress) has not been good to my hair. Gonna have to take off what’s left on top. Why am I nervous? No, I don’t have a problem with it. I think it’s masculine.
The problem is, that I’m afraid I’ll look like Bernanke. lol
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-29 07:21:00 UTC
(diary) It’s snowing in L’viv today.
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-24 02:50:00 UTC
(diary)
(watched a video about disassembling a device before bed and had nightmares all night that my iphone, ipad, and various other imaginary technology bits were devastatingly destroyed.
I have recurring nightmares of a hotel that’s a maze, elevators that the floor falls out, various problems of heights (which are my bane), missing airport /train. In particular in my dream my ferrari is getting stolen and I find it in hollowed out. I have another where I can’t find my porsche 911 in a university parking lot. A whole variety of dreams where I can’t get around an enormous old city and can’t find anything. And the usual bodies are under the floor in the basement. Or I’m underground in a deep tunnel or cave and can’t get out.
I know all the sources of these. But I still have to wake up in order to pull myself out of them. lol)
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-23 04:14:00 UTC
I swear to god my best female friends are those online. I understand why. And it’s beautiful.
hugs. (Pls don’t comment here.)
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-19 08:40:00 UTC
(diary rant)
Got a hate mail today from a guy who:
– Scammed me out of hundreds of thousands of dollars.
– Lost my company more than two million dollars.
– Cheated on his wife with dozens of women.
– To top it off, he seduced the wife of one of his top employees.
– Gave her an incurable STD, which she passed on to her husband.
– Is a fucking chronic liar on an astronomical scale.
– Telling me that I am a bad person for ‘betraying’ my wife and business partners.
– Asking me how I sleep at night.
Well, you know, it was surreal. Getting out of that environment, away from those … partners, away from my ex, was my goal, my doctor’s advice, and I did it. And to do it I pulled off the greatest deal of my career. And saved them.
And what did they do?
I thought I was dead when I came here. I think I”m in good shape largely because I just got away from those …. people.
Do I have regrets? Absolutely. Had I not been so ill I probably could have kept my marriage. And I definitely have regrets over two or three of the many acquisitions I did in my life that did not work out as I’d hoped – I wish I could undo them. And I regret disappointing ‘ the little people ‘, but never the strong.
No. Do I sleep? Um…. my business and my writing keep me awake. The noise on the street keeps me awake. Caffeine sometimes keeps me awake. Celebrating keeps me up late. Do I miss Seattle? Well, now and then I really do. Do I miss that life? Not ever. Never never never. I freaking cringe when I think about it.
I love my life now. I wish I had done all this when I was 25.
BEST DECISION EVER.
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-18 04:20:00 UTC
(diary)
(My fingers are typo-friendly in the first place. Add 8pt type without my glasses and it’s like playing a video game. Add a taxi and an iPhone and it’s almost a sport.)
Source date (UTC): 2016-02-17 06:52:00 UTC