Forgotten genius Nikola Tesla was celibate and never married claiming that his chastity was very helpful to his scientific abilities. He also believed that plant food was “superior to [meat] in regard to both mechanical and mental performance”. Respect the mind’s power over the body. Your head is on the top for a reason. Your mind is the software; your body the hardware. Think of yourself as an Apple product. What are Apple products? Well integrated! So, in order for your mind to give it’s best performance you have to watch what you put in your body (food) and careful about what you let out (sperm). The only thing standing between you and me is old habits. Kick ‘em! Who do you want to be, Bane from Batman & Robin or Bane from The Dark Knight Rises? You choose.
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When The Conversation Is Better Than Catching A Fish
What are you called if fish is the only meat you eat? Pescetarian
Us 2 hours ago:
*mirror run*
Har-old – Har+new! Har+new!!
Har+new – What is it?
Har-old – I think I’m on to something.
Har+new – Proceed.
Har-old – I’ve noticed the list of the 10 most common motives which inspire thought-action are awfully similar to Your Majesty’s (Mr. Devil) bribes.
Har+new – What does that tell you?
Har-old – Your Majesty is action-based. Results. It’s all about results.
Har+new – Go on.
Har-old – The common list of motives are just that, common. It’s ordinary for people to want these things. It’s our natural desires. It’s … life. In fact, humans use the same bribes on each other. Anyway, that’s how Your Majesty is able to destroy people with their own help without them realizing what he’s doing. And very clever work it is!
Har+new – *smiles*
18 years later during a two-day fish trip …
Son – Papa, we been out here for 4 hours, and we, well, you, you haven’t caught a single fish. Watching you fish is boring. I don’t get why you brought me out here and won’t let me fish anyways.
Har+new – Your wrist is broken.
Son – It’s not that bad. Can we just go home? I’m tired.
Har+new – Yeah, I guess it is getting pretty late. Alright, come on.
*Har+new reels in the fish-hook, a fish-hook that his son didn’t see cast in the water at the start or at no other time during the 4 hours*
Son – Dad, what’s that?!
Har+new – What?
Son – Is that some money? It is! A. Hundred. Dollars. Whoa! This is way better than catching a fish!
Har+new – This? Oh, this just the bait I used.
Son – …
Har+new – What?
Son – You used money to bait fishes???
Har+new – *epic pause* of course.
Son – You had me sitting out here for 4 hours with a bad wrist without letting me … *starts breathing heavy* I. Am. Never. Fishing. With. You. Again.
Har+new – Son, how would you like to make 25 dollars an hour?
Son – *changes facial expression* Talk.
*Har+new hands over the 100 dollars*
Son – *surprised look on his face* For me???
Har+new – For you.
Son – These 4 hours were totally worth it!
Next day …
Son – So, dad, today, let’s stay out here for 8 hours.
Har+new – You just want 200 dollars.
Son – Hell yeah!
Har+new – Well, sorry to disappoint, but, we’re using real bait this time, good ol’ worms.
Son – Well, does this mean you gone also let me fish?
Har+new – No, you’re still not fishing. Bad wrist, remember.
25 minutes later …
Son – Why you constantly reel it in if you don’t feel weight on the hook?
Har+new – …
10 minutes later …
Son – I don’t understand why you keep doing that. Are we catching fish or worms?
Har+new – …
5 minutes later …
Har+new – I think it’s a big one!
Son – Reel it in! Reel it in!
Har+new – We got a fighter!
*Har+new reels ‘em in*
Son – Whoa! Alright, dad.
*Son gets the net*
Son – Well, don’t just keep him in the water.
Har+new – We need to decide if we’re going to keep him or release him.
Son – Duh! We gone keep him. I’m starving!
*Har+new takes the hook out inflicting as little trauma as possible to the still-alive fish*
Son – What are you doing? Dad, what are you doing?!
*Har+new throws the big fish back in the waters*
Son – Are you serious???
10 minutes later …
Son – I still can not believe you did that.
Har+new – …
8 minutes later …
Har+new – Here we go again!
Son – Reel ‘em in! Reel ‘em in!
*Har+new reels ‘em in*
Son – Whoa! Has this ever been done before???
Har+new – Isn’t ‘em short for them?
Son – You caught TWO fish … at the same time! This is awesome!
*Son holds out the net*
Son – Come on, dad. Put ‘em in.
Har+new – …
Son – Oh no you’re not. I know that look from 15 minutes ago.
*Har+new unhook both fish letting them splash back in the waters*
5 minutes later …
Son – …
Har+new – …
20 minutes later …
Son – …
Har+new – …
*Har+new reels in the line and checks the hook*
Har+new – YES!
Son – …
Har+new – YES!
Son – What are you yessing about? You didn’t catch a fish.
Har+new – The worm is gone!
Son – Yeah, so?
Har+new – That means a fish was able to steal the bait without getting hooked. It refused. *starts breathing heavy* It. Refused.
Son – … *turns away and says to himself* I am on the boat with a crazy person.
Har-old, when you make it, Your Majesty will play both ends against the middle (you). Therefore, maintain the balance of getting what you want from life without getting something you don’t want wrapped in the package.
FY,
Har+new
P.S. Why do people use the fish analogy with dating when it’s the stupid fish that get caught?
FY Related:
October 22, 2011
Your two fortune cookies from July 22, 2011 …
Linger over dinner discussions this week for needed advice.
Tiera. IHop. Yeebizan. Original plan.
This fortune cookie came true.
Your other fortune cookie …
Remember three months from this date! Your lucky star is shining.
It’s not October 22, 2011 but the progress you’re making tells me this one will come true as well.
Mark your calendar. You’re creating your own luck!
Let’s do this, Har-old.
I love you!
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
P.S. Eat more Chinese!
Summer Of Mind Games
Dear Har-old,
Buddha once said, “To keep the body in good health is a duty… otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”
To help clear your head, your stomach needs to growl.
Your body runs the track; your mind uses it for lift-off.
Your mind and body are one.
How do you treat it as such?
Get your body ready in the summer instead of for it.
Because most people get their bodies ready for a summer that school is out. Oh, the paradox.
That food is not going to your thighs; it’s going to your head.
What are you bringing to the table?
A book and a hot plate.
The book to put under one of the legs so your plate doesn’t slide off the table.
READ A DAMN BOOK!
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
Who Burnt The Popcorn?!
Extra butter
Dear Har-old,
“I just wished that nobody made a movie of me while I was still alive.”
And if I could add to Zuckerberg’s quote: ” . . . and while I’m only 26 years young!”
Dead or old.
Did not believe. But you did entertain thoughts of the world ending on the 21st. You did, Har-old.
Your beef was: “I’m too young to die.” “I haven’t lived yet.” “What about my future?”
And that got me thinking . . .
About how I can make you and every other young’n UNCOMFORTABLE with a biographical movie.
So, what’s on the menu?
Popcorn!
Burnt popcorn!
This new section will be movie trailers of y’all young lives UP TO THIS POINT.
Made by those that know you best.
That means they are in control of who plays you, the name of the movie, the trailer’s music, what genre it is: a comedy, a romance, an action-packed film.
But … I’m hoping it’s a DRAMA!
A HORROR!
Then everybody will vote on which trailer they would like to see turned into an actual film, consequently going to the movies to see.
And one more thing …
Life doesn’t get a sequel.
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
Eating In My Face
Image by Jen SFO-BCN via Flickr
Dear Har-old,
The hungrier one becomes, the clearer one’s mind works-also the more sensitive one becomes to the odors of food.
There is nothing like having noise in your head and being hungry at the same time.
You hate when people eat in front of you; they equally hate being watched.
Har-old, why don’t you become the one that’s comfortable at the table?
Suck the smell in your noise.
Lick your lips … bite ‘em!
Rub your stomach like a pregnant woman.
Rudely stare.
Drool like a baby.
Listen to that crunching and smacking … damn loud!
The doggish growl of your stomach scares and quiets the catty noise in your head.
Food for thought.
Futuristically yours,
Har+new
