On monitoring the situation. Monitor it. Don’t dwell in it. When you’re driving, you concentrate on what is 10 feet in front of you. If you hear a bridge is out a few miles down, you adjust route. You don’t ignore the bridge being out, but you also don’t dwell on the bridge being out. Adjust, then shift perspective back to what’s 10 feet in front of you.

GM. Listen to this and then get after whatever it is you wanna get after. Let’s go.

What a day to take stock of all your blessings, am I right?

Absolutely determined to get ripped in my 40s without blasting peptides into my ass. Muay Thai + resistance training + cardio. Can it be done? The influencers seem to have their doubts. GM

I try harder than the average person to preserve privacy. But then I think about the cameras in the streets, the airports, the malls, the facial scanning etc. and I’m like wtf am I even doing? I live in an inescapable panopticon and I think my faraday fanny pack is effective? 🫠😂 Doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop but some days it just hits you that maybe the best you can do is obscure the model. And that’s okay.

At the gym today, listening to Rage Against the Machine, pretending they didn’t just become part of the machine. It got me thinking about how our favourite artists generally blew up in their idealistic 20s, when they wanted to fight for something. Most of them were then offered positions within the machine that was packaged to them as being an activist. The machine is well oiled and great at picking out the disruptors and psy-opping them into compliance with the machine under the guise of fighting it.

Wiping off the buttons on the treadmill at the gym tells me you probably reported your neighbours for having company over in 2020.

The same reason I didn’t line up to get a Covid shot is the same reason I’m not rushing out to shoot peptides into my ass.

The last time I felt any social cohesion in Canada was the last Tragically Hip concert before Gord Downie died. We all gathered in parks, watched the show on big screens, and showed our appreciation for Gord. It’s basically been a downhill-only rollercoaster since then.

Oh yeah, boomer? You bought your house for 4 blueberries and a bindle of sticks? You couldn’t even place bets on the death of world leaders on Polymarket. Pffft.

I cannot understate how shocked 20 year old me would be to hear that in his 40s, he will be into country music, and Christianity.

There’s still a part of me that’s drawn to Canadian hockey pride, even if I don’t really have much general Canadian pride left. Mostly because Newfoundland doesn’t have an international hockey team.