As I sit here stewing in my own inflammatory markers after yesterday's workout, a thought occurred to me. Prompted by the stiffness working itself into my hamstrings and hip muscles like the whip-hand of an ice-demon, I remembered how different "gym people" react to a post-workout thrashing than the normals.

I read a tedious email from a marketer the other day. One of those types who thinks that humans are nothing but a collection of irrational impulses, emotions, and desires for petty self-interest. I can kinda relate to that. In my most cynical moments, I share those judgments. And for

In the mornings when I drop the kids off at school, I'll stop by the park to knock out some pullups on the bars if it's not raining too bad. There used to be a huge flock of pigeons hanging around the park. I haven't seen them there for awhile.

I'm not a casual swear-word user but that day they had it coming. I was in a room with around 23 students, who I was teaching the fine details of social philosophy. Most all of them were bored, as can happen when sitting in a chair for 50 minutes. Even

I like chewy quotes that make you think. One or two sentences that capture a point in fine poetic imagery. When done well, you can find endless value in a simple quote. Like this    beauty: Let go, or be dragged. No idea who said that. Don't care. Look at it

It's rare that the easy, simple, fast choice is right. But we all go for it. Don't lie. It's a bug built into the human hardware. We say we want all these nice things. We admire the high achievers. We might even write down the goals and set our minds

I went on Twitter the other day. For purely research purposes. I keep hearing that, if you know how to use it right, you can make great connections and build an audience. I don't see it. Every time I go there, all I see is a cheap traveling carnival overflowing

That word "better" doesn't mean anything. What's a "better person"? Like when all these allegedly ethical business-persons love to tell you how they're making the world a better place. At Brand X, we have a Cause and Mission. We aren't just here to make a profit! We're making a better

I woke up Saturday feeling like crap. It wasn't a hangover. I rarely drink any more and when I do it is one or two beers. My tolerance for mood-altering chemicals has dropped to near zero. Even caffeine. It wasn't in my body. Not in the way you think, like

Last week I wrote a short piece about Colin Wilson's ideas on the "robot" [https://rogueplanet.zone/how-to-stop-thinking-like-a-worm/]. That's the automatic part of the self that keeps most of us wandering through life in a dream-like zombie state. There's also another type of consciousness which can lift you out of