Saturday, August 31, 2013

Electronic Music and Interactive Technology

Whoops, I got the notice on Saturday and rarely check my emails on the weekends. So here I am putting something together fairly quickly!

The Listserve is such a neat concept. I want you all to know that I really do read (or, at least skim) each and every message you send. Especially, thanks to George F. (Guy) McHendry (A Matter of Words, Words that Matter), Jr. and Ryan (Productively Creative Thinking), whose emails I actually printed out and hung up over my desk at work. :-)


A bit about myself. I'm a software engineer at an aerospace company by day, which is pretty cool, but my passion is dabbling in electronic music and interactive technology with a view to its artistic and creative potential.

I have a "band" (more of a project, really) called Schema Factor - If you're into electronic dance music and want to hear/support something a bit different from the mainstream, please check it out on Facebook and the Web. Looking for similarly minded folks to collaborate with too.


And I'm presently single. I'd love to hear from geeky girls around the GTA. Chances are, if you're on the Listserve, we already have lots in common ;-) Let's go hang out at the Musideum for a concert and then go for drinks, staying up late trying to figure the world out.


I'll leave you with a few quotes that I've collected over the years. Be well.

“A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.” - Emo Philips

"We all walk around with all this knowledge that we don't share, for fear that everyone else already knows." - Jim Butterfield

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." - Bernard Baruch

"I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road." - Stephen Hawking

"Even Occam occasionally cut himself shaving." - Anonymous

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.” - C.S. Lewis

"Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving." - Albert Einstein

"Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories." - Ray Bradbury

"Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon." - Susan Ertz

"You Gain Strength, Courage, And Confidence By Every Experience In Which You Really Stop And Look Fear In The Face. You Must Do The Thing Which You Think You Cannot Do." -Eleanor Roosevelt

"The story you have to tell is the story you *have* to tell." - Alex Eddington

Leif Bloomquist
thelistserve[AT]leifbloomquist.net
Toronto, Canada

Friday, August 30, 2013

That sounds good, but

Have you ever tried microwaving a doughnut?

Enjoying the simple pleasures,

Heather
heatherhart+listserve[AT]gmail.com
Venice, CA

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Partners in Policymaking

I am the mother of a young man who is non-verbal, intellectually delayed, and on the autism spectrum. He is also a gentleman who loves holding doors open for people, loves helping strangers anytime he can. Like most men his age, he loves video games and pretty girls. Unlike most men his age, he is not planning a career. He will most likely never get married. Our highest ambitions for him involve things like Supported Employment and Group Homes. But that's okay.

After all, what are our highest ambitions for any of our children? For them to be a doctor, a lawyer, a businessman/woman? No, not when you get right down to it. Most parents I know have dreams for their children that are much more basic. For them to have a good life. A happy life. Friends, family, joy, love. My son will have all of that, in abundance.

I became an advocate while raising him. At first, I was advocating for him. Then I gradually started coaching his classmates' parents on how to advocate for their children. Then I met and coached other families. Then I discovered an amazing training and leadership program called Partners in Policymaking. Participating in this program was truly a life changing experience for me.

Partners in Policymaking is for parents of those with, or self advocates with, developmental disabilities. It is offered in almost every state of the nation, as well as many countries throughout the world. It started in Minnesota in 1987, and has turned out 23,000 graduates since them. If you are a person with a developmental disability, or the parent of a child with the same, I highly recommend seeking out and attending this program. It has made me a better parent, a better advocate, and a better person. I learned that I have power. If I don't like the way 'the system' works, I can change it. If I can't find a service or support that I need, I can create it, or be instrumental in helping it be created.

We are lucky here in Delaware, as our state offers a 'Junior Partners in Policymaking'. This past summer, both my son and my daughter attended that program. My daughter had already known her power to create those things she wants in her life but couldn't find, which is what drove her to build a support group for siblings of those with disabilities. It's a fledgling group, still trying to find its legs, but she is pushing for it with grace and persistence.

If you have a child with developmental disabilities, or have developmental disabilities yourself, look for Partners in Policymaking in your state, in your country. If you can't find it, track down whatever groups or agencies support this population, and let them know about it. Make it happen for yourself and those around you. It will help bring amazing positive change to your world.

If you want to learn more about the program, or hey, about my kids, let me know. :)

Carrie
Carrie-Listserve[AT]comcast.net
Newark, Delaware

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Butterflies

A few years ago, I was in a very bad place in my life. I was trying to get over a loss, and I'd spent more than a year hiding away, avoiding friends, conversations, or challenges. Life wasn't really going anywhere.

Come May and a beautiful springtime, I decided I had to do something to snap out of it. I drove a couple hours out of town and set out on a hiking trail I'd never been on before. I'd heard something about being in nature as a cure for all stresses, or exercise as a mood fix, or something. It had sounded right. I hoped to be entirely alone in the woods, and to emerge at the end of the day finally happy again.

After an hour and a half of walking, and encountering maybe two or three other people, I came out onto a bay on the lake. The pebble beach stretched a couple hundred metres in a wide curve, and the water was still. As I walked along the beach, I noticed how many butterflies were sunning themselves on the rocks.

It was quiet, and warm, and I was looking for an epiphany. I took off my clothes, nervously (I'd never done this before!) and immersed myself in the lake. It was a little bit cold and I was afraid someone else would come along. As I got out, I disturbed a group of sleeping butterflies, and they all flew up around me, swirling, black and yellow. It was beautiful. I stood with my arms outstretched and let them surround me.

This is it, I thought. My mind feels light and free. I have fixed my life, and everything will now be good.

It wasn't, of course. I drove home again and everything was as it had been. But over the next year things did get better, a day at a time, just letting time take its course.

I've never told this story to anyone before.

Sara
northern Ontario

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Life without meaning

I'm looking for responses here; advice from you. I'm 30 years old and much of the sense of purpose in my life has drifted away.

When I was younger I had aspirations to do two things: to become a biologist and to write music. Those pursuits were intended to give a backbone to my life. To expand the boundaries of human knowledge and to create a permanent record of my thoughts passed down through the ages.

As I got older those things became less satisfying. The realities of life as a biologist turned me off from pursuing it as a career. As for music, the idea that it is in any way permanent began to feel absurd. Technology and ephemeral taste and the vast expanse of existing music will certainly obliterate anything I create over a couple hundred years. A thousand and I'm definitely toast.

Without those guiding principles in my life though, I'm not sure how to feel about my time on earth. I've found a profession I can sustain, but the world is not enriched by my output. I wouldn't even know what kind of work would enrich the world. Life has simply come to feel curiously meaningless. Not in a depressing way, I just feel now that I'm an observer. I feel like I'm just smelling the flowers, diverting myself before I go off to die.

It's not a terrible outlook, in fact I consider myself very lucky in my circumstances on earth, but it's not exactly pleasant either. I'm curios if you've encountered this feeling -- I'd love to know how you've dealt with it, particularly if you are older. I'm afraid to say I think this outlook is at least partly shaded by age, by having found the limits of your own ability.

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Devin Riley
listserv.devin.riley[AT]gmail.com
San Francisco

Monday, August 26, 2013

How I Met Your Mother (Not Your Mother)

Hi

I have to confess I’ve not been keeping up with my Listserv reading so if you’re reading this let me first say thank you for indulging me a few moments.

I live in a desert in the north west of Australia, what I like to call Mad Max country. As a result my oldest son goes to boarding school far away and we see him once a month. This has been hard on me (not on him, he loves it) as I always wanted to be there for all his experiences.

So I wanted to share a little something with him, and I guess all of you, about love and about his mother.

I had known Gayle for a few years in passing as a friend, actually a girlfriend, of a friend. After I’d been away for a while, I went for drinks with friends at the house she was living at. She was single at the time and so was I and during the slightly intoxicated chatting we accidentally finished each other’s sentence. We glanced at each other, she smiled slyly, I grinned like a Muppet, and a spark leapt between us.

I know, I know; it sounds painfully cliché. We might as well be bumping into each other on a snowy night in New York and getting Christmas presents mixed up. But I swear that’s how it happened. The spark was soon followed by thunder bolts, fireworks, the whole deal.

Admittedly we both tried to play it cool at first, or at least convince ourselves we were playing it cool. But nine months later I cracked, I was away for work again at a resort at a nearby island called Rottnest (supposedly Dutch for Rats Nest as the poor Danish explorers thought the tiny kangaroo type marsupials called Quokkas were giant rats), when I called her and asked her to marry me. We threw together an amazing wedding in three weeks and have spent the last decade and a half on our honeymoon.

Now my son, and you, might ask why I was so damn sure about this girl. But I didn’t really do any maths over it, It just seemed like destiny. But looking back now I see so many things about my wife I desired, her strength, her independence, her passion, her kindness, her intelligence and her considerable beauty; faced with all that when it came to loving her I didn’t have a choice.

Love should always be easy, marriage is hard and takes work, relationships are hard, but the love should be easy. If you’re in a relationship and the love is tough work but the relationship is easy, then it’s not going to work, bad news, your dating someone you should be friends with.

Get rid of lists and all preconceived notions. If you’re looking for someone in a select range of interests, or of a particular appearance, you’re setting yourself up to fail. Because when love strikes it ignores all of that.

When it does happen, when you know, it’s indescribably wonderful, you feel like the luckiest person in the world. And no matter how much of a sceptical, cynical smart arse I claim to be, and I do, I absolutely believe in that one small piece of magic that can happen between two people. That spark that seems so ethereal, seemingly magical, that you hear many people express doubts it exists all together. But I have never doubted its existence.

Because it happened to me.

Aaron Mitchell
aaronjgmitchell[AT]gmail.com
Australia

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Everybody should learn to code

“I think everybody in this country should learn how to program a computer because it teaches you how to think.”

- Steve Jobs, The Lost Interview


Programming is not just for nerds. It’s surprisingly fun, creative, and accessible. If you like solving puzzles, being creative, and working on DIY projects, you will enjoy programming.

Learning to program is easier than learning a foreign language (I speak three and code, so I can compare). Once you know how to program, you can build things you are passionate about and hopefully make the world a better place.

Mark Zuckerberg wanted to make more friends so he built Facebook. I wanted to dress better so I created Clothia, a fashion app that makes styling outfits easy. Learning to code was the first step in working toward our dreams.

Along with Bill Clinton, will.i.am, Chris Bosh and Bill Gates, I am honored to be involved in Code.org, a great initiative that promotes computer science education in schools. Please check it out and see how you can get involved. Maybe you can learn to code and build the next Facebook!

Elena Silenok
listserve[AT]clothia.com
San Francisco, CA

Saturday, August 24, 2013

bedtime stories from Olivia, age 5

I was going to tell you about having a heart attack, and adopting two kids, and striving to be ethical and kind in a world that doesn't often encourage these things. But all my friends said "NO LIFE ADVICE!"

So instead, here are a series of short bedtime stories told to me by my daughter, Olivia (5). Note, Henry is her brother, 22 months old, recently adopted; these stories were told before he came home to us, when he was just a picture and a name, an unknown quantity to her:

March 23 2013: OK dad. So Henry went to the park! All by himself. He went to the park and he climb up in the tree. And then he fell down! OH NO! and he got a bloody. On his arm! So you have to put a band aid on it. Next time I will go with him to the park and say NO HENRY, YOU DO NOT CLIMB A TREE, YOU ARE TOO LITTLE. And if he goes in the tree and fall down I will catch him, but then he has a time out, because climbing trees is DAMEROUS. And then Henry grew up. And he is going to be a bug doctor. What do you call that? (an entomologist). Yes, He will be an entomologus. I will catch the bugs, and he will look at them. We will go to college! The end. Daddy, you can send in mommy now, I am ready to go to bed.

April 1 2013: Henry went on a picnu - picun - picnic - daddy is that right? (yes.) Henry went on a picnic. he went on the table. Mommy said "Henry! Get off the table!" So he did. Then he went on the horsey [referring to the carousel at Funderland]. He rode on the gray horse. But then he saw a big, giant, really big bug! (what did he do?) He shoot it! (what is shooting?) You know. Shooting, is like hitting. (what did he shoot it with?) Daddy you know, you can only shoot with a shovel. (ok.) So he got the bug! But he missed the bug and he hit the gray horsey, and it broke! So, BIG TROUBLE. Then he went on an airplane, because he had to go up in the sky. On an airplane! Daddy! Then his mommy said COME BACK HERE! (who is his mommy?) her name is Jineui. (is that your mommy?) Daddy, it's the same person! Then we go home, and it's bedtime. OK, give me a kiss, and go send in mommy.

April 2 2013: Daddy, here’s the story. Listen. Henry went on a submarine - wait. Atchuly, Henry and Jude and Olivia went on the mountain. They packed their packback - I mean backpack - and their lunchboxes. They brought apples. To eat. And they brought their ladybugs, and their spiders. (why did they bring ladybugs and spiders?) I don’t know. And they brought books. And they went up the mountain. It was very heavy! So daddy, you ride the elephant, and take the backpacks and lunchboxes up the mountain and we will walk. And then you can go on the elevator to the top. (does the elephant go in the elevator too?) No, it’s too big. Maybe the elephant can go in the elevator later when it gets smaller. And we went up the mountain. Daddy, I will tell you the rest of the story in the morning, OK? Now send in mommy. We will have blueberries for breakfast. Goodnight!

April 24 2013: One day, Henry went on an airplane. (puts hand up) (what’s wrong?) I’m pausing the story. (long pause) The airplane was really big and it had a giant bunny on it, and also a very big toilet. The plane was bumping, and Henry went to the bathroom - and he bumped his head on the toilet! (oh no!) It’s OK - I put ice on it, and he was better. (good!) Then I flushed him! (oh no! Was he OK?) It’s OK. I just flushed the pee. Then Henry went outside and got his purse. Goodnight, daddy.

May 16 2013: One day there was a tiny little mouse. And Henry chased the mouse, and he caught it! It was a gentle one. Everybody was happy! But you have to be careful with a mouse, because it could hurt you. (how would a mouse hurt you?) A mouse could bite you, and you would be bloody and it would hurt very much! (how big is this mouse?) It is a very small mouse, you can’t see it. (that’s really small!) Watch out daddy because the mouse is not clean so don’t touch it. Goodnight.

That's the news from Sacramento, California. To spite my friends, here's one tiny bit of life advice, from an unreconstructed radical anarchist to all of you out there: Speak softly. Spend carefully. Tread lightly. Choose wisely. Be kind. That's it.

Joshua Lurie-Terrell
typographica[AT]gmail.com
California

Friday, August 23, 2013

Three Ways to Be A Better Person

I'll keep it brief because I tend to not read the long ones.

From the legendary farmer and real food activist, Joel Salatin:

1. Get involved.
2. Read widely.
3. Come home.

Do these three things and I think you'll have a better chance of being happy, content, and creating meaningful relationships. It's working for me.

To hear more from the interview where Joel talks about those things, you can just Google "Bulletproof Exec podcast #29" and the specific part is at the 57:30 mark.

Be well.

Jess Moore
moorestile[AT]gmail.com
Worthington, OH

Thursday, August 22, 2013

#listserve_ebooks

Dear Listserve,
cc You and 20k others
To: The Year of Hibernation

If you have curly hair Listen up. Saying hello is easy and incredibly tasty. Usually, listserves serve a list - man too. If quantum theory is correct.

The whole theory that adrenaline gives you an incorrect pin on a writing. While doing it or even email ever again after sending the data for the sake of continuity, it's talk about how I really knew, and read book on ethnobotany and learned of this week. She came home knowing how to fix the previous weekend and rambunctiously slapping each other often. I thought was merely a dream and I can possibly do with the wind crash against my face, allow me to take a penny from them somehow. The bass drum of her more unusual habits. Because once you get a little bit better instead of receiving advice. Hell, if anything, because without inclusive, intelligent, open-hearted vision of people dislike semantic versioning takes, I have no Chicken Soup for the first time, pause a bit more expensive than dry, as it is: Evil Rests. Each wooden rack. The condiments are trusting you, my posture.

In the past 4 years, on these issues long before I travel. Like buying a gun. Talking about wanting to shoot yourself in new situations, new books, magazines, articles, anything positive to their private locations, I wrote when I'm reading through the same thing that really I had a crush on her. She became a nude photographer. Hello! These are just things. Promise. It took me 30 years old/young guy & have an individual in your soul. With all its intricacies? I encourage ALL my patients, including a whole person just as a teenager. It was only one going through the pain I had seen the Google Glass and you will make it count.

The Doors: The Good Life is often very productive? I'm happy. And, because I am not walking around and around the body that towers six feet in the middle, creating a festival with friends about the beauty of Internet radio services like Pandora is you can accomplish. The women had flocked together like hens pecking the same city again so we drive ourselves crazy about it. I want to know everything and be honest maintain integrity work well share ten percent be kind consider your neighbor love your family before you make somebody laugh a lot of writing will forever be sitting in an effort to smile everyday, 'cause it may not be how much factual information you have some plastic wrap.

Let me tell you this: her stomach problems vanished pretty much everything. But no matter. There's survival, I run Mochi Magazine, an infinite game for the first cells. But it does.

Paul Sawaya
newfriends[AT]paulsawaya.com
@automin
San Francisco, CA

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

my list of San Francisco recommendations

Hey y’all,

For those of you that haven’t been to San Francisco, here is a list of my favorite things to do in the area:

1. Eat Bi-Rite ice cream in Dolores Park
2. Tan yourself with other hip San Francisco residents at Dolores Park
3. Visit Bi-Rite grocery store in the Mission
4. Visit Golden Gate park and climb to the top of the DeYoung Museum
5. Stare at beautiful art at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (“SFMoMA”)
6. Window shop on Valencia St in The Mission - start at 16th and Valencia and walk to 25th and Valencia
7. Visit the Ferry Building Farmers Market (on Saturdays) under the Bay Bridge
8. Take a cable car on the California Line to Pac Heights and meander back down Fillmore St
9. Eat dim-sum in the largest China Town in the USA (Koi Palace in Daly City which is South of San Francisco is considered excellent for this)
10. See a concert at the Great American Music Hall
11. check out the jazz at Yoshi’s
12. Catch the SF Symphony at the beautiful Davies Hall
13. Rent a car and drive south along Pacific Coast highway to Santa Cruz. Or, drive north towards the lighthouse on Point Reyes.
14. Go hiking around Point Reyes
15. Hiking (or cycling) around Mt Tam (Tamalpais)
16. Oyster shucking in Tomales Bay. Because I’m vegetarian, I have no idea, but this is recommended by friends with good taste
17. Hiking around Muir Woods
18. Napa. wine country
19. Sonoma. wine country and fewer tourists.
20. Go to the Tourist Club in Mill Valley -- a German-style beer haus nestled in Muir Woods
21. Attend a sing along at The Castro Theatre
22. Kite surf at Crissy Field (lessons + wetsuit recommended)
23. Surf in Pacifica (lessons + wetsuit recommended)
24. Go road cycling in Marin
25. Yosemite, Yosemite, Yosemite
26. Bike across the Golden Gate Bridge, take the Sausalito ferry back
27. Catch an improv comedy show at BATS Theater around Fort Mason

To eat:
1. Ice Cream at Humphry Slocombe (don’t miss this place!)
2. Explore the Ferry Building with little speciality food shops inside
3. Burma Superstar - amazing Burmese food
4. Foreign Cinema in The Mission - Californian cuisine and delicious
5. Nopa in Western Addition - brunch brunch
6. Delfina - very good italian-american fare
7. Flour + Water - specialty is pasta. booked out months in advance
8. Little Star Pizza - good pizza
9. Tartine Bakery - excellent bakery
10. Suppenkuche - German.
11. In-N-Out Burger - the famed burger chain.
12. burritos at Taqueria Cancun in the Mission

To drink (bars):
1. Zeitgeist in The Mission
2. Gestalt in The Mission
3. Latin American Club in The Mission
4. City Beer - beer store/bar in SOMA. very wide beer selection. closes early
5. Toronado in the Lower Haight - beer bar
6. Bourbon and Branch - cocktail bar
7. Top of the Mark - classy bar that sits above the city. amazing views. fun live music. pricey.
8. Zoes (24th/Folsom) in The Mission

if you have any feedback, or end up using this list, send me an email. I’d love to hear about it.

best,

Harsh S
hjslistserv[AT]gmail.com
San Francisco, CA

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The only brave thing that a firefighter does is take the oath, the rest is just duty.

I became a volunteer firefighter in 2005 in York, Pennsylvania. I don’t know why I joined, it just seemed like something to do at the time. Everybody loves a fire truck, and the station was covered in photographs from before my grandparents were even born. The people had a dry, morbid sense of humor, which seemed to fit my personality. It seemed like it would be something different to do with my days.

I passed fire school, got a few years of experience under my belt, and decided that I wanted to do this for a living. 2 years and 3 applications later, I was accepted into the Baltimore City Fire Department in 2008. I began the fire academy.

More push-ups and yelling than I could have ever expected, but I learned all of the quirks that my local county training had never taught me. Baltimore was much different than little old York ever was. I learned about checking your hydrants for drugs or guns before hooking up and charging supply lines. I learned never to stand directly in front of a door after knocking on it, in case somebody decided to shoot first and ask questions later. I learned how to survive in a big city.

Many of our citizens are below the poverty level, and are uninsured or severely underinsured. Working in Baltimore City means that I became an emergency medical technician in the academy (it’s a requirement). I spend my days cleaning up things that have shown me the worst parts of humanity. It’s quite easy to become jaded. Anyone who has ever been to Baltimore knows that it’s rough down here. We don’t have the arson problem to the extent that Detroit does, but we have no shortage of violence. I think we could easily compete with Chicago any day.

The only thing that we ask of our citizens is to remember us come budget time. We don’t need much, just fire engines that pump water and medics that don’t break down in the middle of a run. Right now, I personally have seen patients wait upwards of 1+ hour for an ambulance and I’ve seen engines that wouldn’t pump water at a fire. Sometimes, it seems like we’re always on the chopping block, and it sucks knowing that someone is dead or a house collapsed because of equipment failure. I think that without good paramedics and functioning ambulances, our death by homicide rate would be much higher.

Just a few things you can do:

· Remember the ones who lose their lives doing this job. 343 in New York City, 9 in Charleston, 10 in West Texas, 19 in Arizona, and the ones here and there that are all gone because of their bravery.

· Visit your local firehouse. The history there will amaze you, the people will humor you, and it makes a great trip for those of you with children.

· Slow down! If it isn’t fire or heart attacks that kill us, it’s people driving too fast down a highway even after they see the big red truck with the flashing lights.

· If you ever go the 9/11 memorial, make sure to visit Engine/Truck 10 right across the street. Their website tells an incredible story of that morning, and the plaque on the side of the firehouse is incredible and moving.

Join. Many small towns are protected solely by volunteers, and the fire service has a pension for pulling all types of people.

Dustin Werner
listservefirefighter[AT]gmail.com
Dallastown, PA

Monday, August 19, 2013

Death to Normalcy!

GISHWHES. The Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen. This year, it started at 9.08 GMT on Sunday 11th August. It’s officially the world’s largest scavenger hunt and it sees thousands of people going about doing crazy creative things for one week. I first took part last year, in the second GISHWHES and have decided that I’m just about recovered enough from last year to do it again now.

Deciding to join a GISHWHES team was probably one of the best decisions I made last year. I was contributing a little money towards the grand prize fund, and some to a charity that’s linked with the Hunt. GISHWHES joined me and my friends to a group of complete strangers that we had to work with to get the items completed. We ended up working on a 3 foot high dinosaur made of sanitary towels and a 12 foot long scarf.

The thing about GISHWHES is not the weird stuff you end up doing, or the slightly freaked out cashier at the till when you buy 20 packs of extra strong sanitary pads, but it’s the way it connected us to other crazy, like-minded people and the way we got to come out of our shells. GISHWHES was and still is a great excuse to just be a little weird every now and then. GISHWHES isn’t about who has the most money or which team has the most creative people; it’s about changing the world for the better and while you’re at it, changing yourself and having fun too.

We didn’t win last year, I don’t even think we came very close, but we all had great fun and did things we hadn’t done before. We helped out some people doing a sponsored hitch-hike in return for help completing an item on our list, we met new people and while we didn’t get to take a trip to a haunted Scottish mansion with an actor, we had that week of pure concentrated fun.

When I first found out that I’d won the Listserve lottery, I asked almost everyone I know what they would write about if they were me. My mum said something conveying a ‘carpe diem’ sort of message; my sister said something political; my god parents said women’s rights. I thought I’d tell you about GISHWHES because it’s something I believe in, even if it sounds trivial to say ‘I believe in a media scavenger hunt’. GISHWHES allows you to let out your inner creative genius and enjoy a bit of childish glee.

I think more people should stop concerning themselves with labels and politics so much and start trying to enjoy life a little more.

Enjoy your life,

Rachael Smith
Rachael.Smith8809[AT]gmail.com
London, UK

Sunday, August 18, 2013

A Matter of Words, Words that Matter

For the last decade I have studied and taught courses in Communication and Rhetoric and I am always surprised at how easily people overlook the role communication plays in our lives. While we often speak in clichés like actions speak louder than words, we forget how intimately tied words and actions are. We establish credibility with others, build relationships, and maintain the minutiae of daily life with and through communication. Instead of lamenting that a person or a politician is all rhetoric and no action, take some time to think about how our shared cultural values generate the rhetoric we use and connect to the actions we do and do not take.

Because our words and actions are so closely connected I want to take the opportunity the Listserve has provided to encourage you to be more mindful of how you communicate. These are a few tips and suggestions I often share with my students in an attempt to encourage more careful and mindful communication. While none of them are earth shattering, when I work carefully at using them in my everyday life I can see the quality of the relationships around me improve.

First, the best piece of advice I have ever received about communication came from my mentor. He was fond of saying “Listening is an ethical choice we make.” Hearing as an auditory capacity is not the same as listening. Listening is an intensive activity. Listening requires vulnerability. Listening and willing to be vulnerable to what someone has to say allows us to communicate in a more open environment. We often fail to listen because we allow our predispositions to block communication before it ever begins.

Second, be active in your communication. We often thoughtlessly react to what others say. This begins a negative chain of communication that can be counter-productive. Beyond failing to listen, we utter the first thing we think of and we fail to be active and mindful. If we communicate more creatively and more actively we can avoid reacting to others and damaging relationships with those around us.

Last, don’t get hung up on assuming the intent of the person communicating with you. What I mean is, it is impossible to know for sure what a person intended to mean when they say something to us. When I think of the missteps I make in everyday communication it is often because I assume why someone said something to me, I take offense at them for the purpose behind what they said. In reality, I can never know the intent behind their statement unless they tell me. Try and avoid making assumptions about the meaning of, and purpose behind, someone’s statement and see how it changes the flow of your communication.

These three tips are small but intensive suggestions. Practicing them all the time is difficult and I fail to do so far more often than I would like to admit. However, I find that when I put these tips into practice I am a better communicator. That said these tips are also not a panacea. They will not fix every problem you have. In closing, I would love to hear what you struggle with or excel at when you communicate with others. Reach out to me via email at georgefmchendry[AT]gmail.com or via twitter @AcaGuy.

Cheers,

George F. (Guy) McHendry, Jr.
georgefmchendry[AT]gmail.com
Omaha, NE USA

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Panarchy and other things

I can’t take credit for most of what I’m about to share with you. I’m just passing along borrowed "words of wisdom" that I've received and keep coming back to. Hopefully they will mean something to some of you too.

1) Read Panarchy by Lance Gunderson and C.S. Holling. I have to admit I haven’t read the entire book, but the premise itself is worth sharing. To me the book is about our innate fear/inability to deal with change. The idea is that in nature, as well as in our day-to-day life, things are in a constant state of flux - growth and decline. This happens for a lot of predictable and unpredictable reasons. But nature deals with change much more gracefully than humans do and we can learn a lot from natural systems. The book applies to every aspect of human life from relationships, to running a company, to planning a city, the list goes on. What I’ve taken from the book (these are my words, not the authors’) is that we have to expect that things won’t always be going well, stable or growing. We have to expect periods of decline and disorder (think of things moving along a figure 8). If we expect it we might become better at dealing with it. The book is out of print but available on Amazon. I guess the book stuck with me because it changed my perspective on a lot of things.

2) Food advice: Google “Glory Bowl.” I recommend making it with grated zucchini and broccoli and replacing the tofu and rice with black beans and quinoa. You can thank me later :-)

3) On quarter-life crises: I’ve struggled a lot with the desire to travel and live in new places versus settling down in one place and starting my career. Though I don’t think there is a right answer, many good friends have reminded me that as wonderful as it is to move and travel and to keep a bucket list, at the end of the day it is important to “create yourself” and to focus on the relationships that matter. People are more important than places. I’m at a point where I’m feeling really lucky to have crossed paths with so many inspiring and courageous people and to be doing something I enjoy near the people that matter to me most.

Now I’m going to try to do something creative, bear with me.

I’m currently studying urban planning in Toronto, Canada. With that said I would really love for you to e-mail me a photo of one of your favourite places in the city/town you live in and a sentence or two about what you love most about where you live. My goal is to eventually collate everything and create something to share with you.

Don’t forget to laugh and indulge in a little chocolate and/or wine every day.

Much love,

Sarah Marchionda
listservesarah[AT]gmail.com
Toronto, Canada

Friday, August 16, 2013

Do I Know You?

Some Degree of Separation –

Let's try this. By reaching out to total strangers, would we find a known connection within a minimal number of links?

Below are some info related to me. Do any of them ring a bell to you? Or know anyone who just might? Do email me your related info, if any, or send my email to someone you think may be interested. It's really just a way of finding out if long-lost acquaintances, friends, relatives or friends of friends are just a few email threads away. Don't worry; I have no intention of spamming anyone. I loathe those things. (And yes, there's always Facebook to search for people, but wouldn't this be fun too?)

These are random information about me or related to people close to me:

• Arayat Pampanga
• Fabie Estate Paco
• University of Santo Tomas
• City University Bellevue 1999
• The AdPlanet
• Veronica Ellen Bautista
• Far East Bank and Trust Company
• Supreme Court of The Philippines

Thank you for your time, and to Listserve for this opportunity.

Ellen Bautista
ellen_b[AT]me.com
Singapore

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Antidisanthropomorphizationism

Antidisanthropomorphizationism (n) —

1) the belief in being opposed to being against relating to things in human terms

2) candidate for longest non-technical word in the English language (2 char > antidisestablishmentarianism)

Danya Henninger
imagicdigital[AT]gmail.com
Philadelphia, PA

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

An inconvenience rightly considered

The thing is…I have actually put off writing for a long time. Much too long in fact. There has always been some reason to not write. Some more legitimate than others. But the desire to put pen to paper has always been there. And as time and life have progressed, the need to just sit down and dump the weight of my world onto a blank page has become overwhelmingly cathartic.

I have long felt the need to start some kind of an online journal or blog, not just to share my life but also share in the lives of others. In the end, I think I just needed something to force me out of my shell, push me over the edge and put myself out there on the interwebs.

I can’t think of a better opportunity to do so than The Listserve project, and I am grateful for the chance to read about your lives and share a bit about mine.

It feels like I have lived more than my share of life in 33 years. Far more than I can boil down into a 600 word email. I have traveled the world, married the love of my life, and started a beautiful little family. I helped start and ultimately ran a nonprofit working with AIDS Orphans in Southern Africa, worked in politics in Washington, and currently have a successful career as a commercial real estate executive.

I have also been broke, anxious, depressed, and have seen a good bit of tragedy. I abruptly lost a number of close loved ones, most recently including my wife’s 28 year old brother and my infant son. I also almost lost my wife, who continues to have health problems that now prevent us from having additional children and may eventually reduce her longevity.

The details of these stories will have to wait for another day. But the thing that I really want to share is the impact that they have had on my life.

G.K. Chesterton once wrote that “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.” Certainly, a number of these events in my life are far greater in significance than an minor inconvenience, but I think that despite their scale, Chesterton’s words have remained true throughout the highs and lows of my personal journey.

For me, enduring the valleys in life and enjoying the peaks, are possible through only the pursuit of proper perspective. The key has been to focus on the balance between the two and to realize that in most things, the journey really is the destination. Life is a grand adventure that we travel together, and we would be right to consider it that way.

I believe that there is value in our individual stories and the relationships they create. We can glean truth from exploring the journey of others.

To that end, I would like to make a request:

I would love to hear more about you and your travels/passions/losses/failures, etc.

On my end, I will commit to begin publishing my story and the lessons I have learned on a new blog. In exchange, I want to encourage you to put yourself out there and tell your story. Even if you don’t feel comfortable connecting directly with me or other members of The Listserve, please post it somewhere on the web or somewhere in your corner of the world. Whether you realize it or not, your experiences and stories can benefit others and bring the perspective and balance that we all desperately need.

Thanks for reading,

Matt
matt[AT]rightlyconsidered.com
Pennsylvania

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

For the love of beer

Beer.

I spent a large chunk of my childhood in Germany (in Bavaria and Schwabia to be exact) and thus was inculcated from a very early age with the bias that German beer is superior to every other beer. While that bias was difficult to overcome, it finally happened during my first trip with my beer nerd boyfriend—to Belgium. Beyond gorging ourselves on chocolate while there, we spent a lot of time in various beer bars and breweries, drinking lambics and observing the culture. If you guys ever get a chance to go to Belgium, I would highly recommend you go out of your way to visit breweries like Cantillon or De Struise; even Delirium Cafe in the heart of Brussels will give you a sense of it (but don't drink Delirium, use the bottle list). By the end of the trip, I was just so obsessed with the culture and sour beer that I was forced to accept that while German beer is absolutely fantastic, there is a whole world of beer out there that is just waiting for you to discover it.


So how to whittle my favorite things about beer down into the few words that I am allowed? How about I list my top 3 breweries:

De Struise. Yes, I have bias because of my experience there, and I love the fact that it was started by 4 buddies who brewed beer to take along on their hikes with them and eventually made it a business when they realized that the beer they were making was amazing, but the important part is that the beer they were and still are making is absolutely amazing. Really. Go try it. Belgian styles, American styles, German styles, every one of their offerings falls somewhere in the gamut from extremely solid to transcendental.

Hill Farmstead. While Shaun Hill may have settled back into his old family farm in the middle of nowhere Vermont, and while and he cares deeply about keeping his beer fresh and local so you'd be very lucky to see it elsewhere, what matters is that absolutely all he cares about is brewing the best beer he possibly can. It's tough to get, but good lord is it fantastic if you find it. I think he makes the best IPAs and saisons in the world, and every beer I've had from him is world class. Take a New England vacation and go there. Cantillon. The most beloved and highly regarded lambic producer, and the accolades are well deserved. They're known for being more sharp, puckering and acidic than the likes of Girardin or 3 Fonteinen, and for my money you can't get a better fruit lambic in the world. Stop messing with the "americanized" and sweetened Lindeman's and St. Louis fruit lambics, and try the real stuff. In the end, my favorite thing about the beer is the culture. I spend a lot of my afternoons in beer bars just shooting the shit with the bartenders and let me tell you, they are a relaxed, kind and genuine bunch. They know their stuff, but they don’t flaunt it and they love what they do. So if you have time this afternoon or in the next couple of months, go to a local beer bar or brewery and ask them to tell you a little bit about how they make their beer and try to taste the bite of white grapefruit in a leanly malted IPA, or smell the bits of vanilla and chocolate ganache in a bourbon barrel aged imperial stout.

I would love to hear your beer stories! I also am obsessed with literature (please read The Unbearable Lightness of Being) and art (my dream is to travel down to Texas to see the Rothko Chapel, so if you have an extra couch to crash on in the area, let me know) and ice hockey (go caps!) and just about anything and everything else. So shoot me a line if you have some extra time.

Sincerely,

A.
beer.listserve[AT]gmail.com
Washington D.C.

p.s. A shout out to cj--I hope she wins sometime soon because then you all are in for a treat.

Monday, August 12, 2013

A New Career

Hello everyone.

I'm 40 years old and I was hoping someone could help me. I'm at a time in my life where I just don't know what to do. I wish to have a better job, a better paying job. But I was foolish and never went to college. I think I'd make a great nurse, but I can't afford to go back full time, and going at night would take about 6 or so years.

I make about $30,000 a year. It's an okay amount, but I can't take care of myself. What would happen if my husband got sick and no longer could work? What would happen if we divorced?

I push paper around. It's so boring. It's the same thing every day.

What are some positions I could look into that pay a bit more? I am now making an amount that I think is the most a company would be willing to pay me without additional schooling.

What are some careers I could learn in 2 years including prereqs? A 2 year program at night would probably be around 4 years...

I find that all the research I've done is misleading. I read I can become a nurse in 2 years... but then I read you must already have an associates degree. So then it's 4 years, which would take me 6 years or more to complete.

Dolores Yates
doyatii[AT]gmail.com
East Coast, USA

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Self-help or hemorrhoids? You get to choose!

Two facts: 1) I love "self-help" books and 2) in high school I was the prom king.

For whatever reason, "self-help" and "self-improvement" have gotten a bad rap. There seems to be an attitude that a book titled "The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are" is necessarily a book written for "losers." It's not. I promise you. It's an awesome book filled with real insights.

And there are tons of other books, seminars, blogs, coaches, and therapists that are so wise and so helpful, but we often don't take advantage of them because we don't want to be in the company of the "losers" who need those kinds of things.

Many people would be more comfortable browsing the hemorrhoid treatment aisle in the drug store than the self-help aisle of the library. "What if someone SEES me?!"

But when it comes to real relief from pain and the end of discomfort, the self-help aisle is where it's at, homies!

Life is challenging. We fail at things. People disappoint us. People die. Relationships don't work out. We make bad decisions. Or even worse, we make decisions and then we can't TELL if they're good or bad so we drive ourselves crazy about it all. Growing up is weird and nobody knows if they're doing it right.

Why not get help from really smart, compassionate people who have thought a lot about what makes human beings happy and fulfilled?

Why does "self-improvement" get the stigma? I don't get it. I mean, if we aren't about improving ourselves with the short amount of time we have in the world, then what the heck are we about?

I buy self-help books and I have an amazing girlfriend. I've worked with a life coach and I was a college athlete. I attend self-improvement seminars and I have a job that I love. These are not mutually exclusive things. In fact, it is largely BECAUSE OF the self-help stuff and the self-knowledge that comes with it that my life has improved. And I hope it continues to improve because I'm still too much inside my own head about things. On a daily basis I still think that I'm not enough, that people don't like me, that I walk funny, that I'm not capable of being a good friend, that something is wrong with me because I'm almost 30 and I still get zits sometimes, especially after shaving. These are my hangups. There are more.

I'm sure you have your hangups too. The thing is, there are TONS of great books and people out there who can help us live more generous and authentic lives. And they're available as soon as we ditch this stigma around "self-help."

Self-help isn't for losers. Self-help is for badasses like us who are up to big things. I get to say that. Because one time, a plurality of public high school kids said I was the king of their very important dance.

Books:
The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You're Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
The Art of Possibility: Transforming Professional and Personal Life
Uncertainty: Turning Fear And Doubt Into Fuel For Brilliance
A Grace Disguised: How The Soul Grows Through Loss
The Power of Full Engagement: Managing Energy, Not Time, Is the Key to High Performance and Personal Renewal

Seminars: The Landmark Forum (Seriously guys, this one will change your life. Well worth every penny. Check it out! The world needs your awesomeness!)


Rafa D.
rafalistserve[AT]gmail.com
USA

Friday, August 9, 2013

How should Education Be?

Hello there, Fellow Listservers!

I come from the vast and diverse land, India, where Education is given the top most priority in our lives. In fact, most of our parents decide what we will study even before we are born. I often come across people who say that the Education system is broken. I beg to differ. The system is not broken, rather it's becoming less relevant as we enter into a new era.

Henry Ford, once said, You cannot learn in School what the World is going to do tomorrow. How true! A majority of our time (20-23 years! GOSH!) is spent in school. Rather than preparing us for the world and teaching us real skills, we are asked to mug up answers and spit it out in examinations. My country will have a huge population of youth by the end of this decade - And many of these will turn out to be unskilled. Our biggest asset may turn out to be our biggest liability.

How am I solving this? After I graduated, I started up with my startup - LearnFlow. We train individuals who are about to face the industry on developing their skills. To start with, my co-founder and I started with developing their coding skills ( as we feel coding helps students solve real life problems ) but we are now expanding into other skills.

and here is where I need your help, ListServers! I would love to hear from you, your vision of the Education System. And what are the skills you think that should be imparted to the youth as we move forward?

Looking forward to your replies.


Sincerely,

Karthik Ragubathy,
@pkarthikr
me[AT]pkarthik.in
India

P.S : Shout out to Animesh / Monty / Malvika for joining and supporting me on this exciting journey!

Thursday, August 8, 2013

What exactly is happening here?

The listserve. The listserve is so invigorating, and yet I'm not sure how to express myself and open the conversation I'm looking for without something semi-confessional.

I guess I'll start here: when I was about 5 years old, I loved to hug. Not just hugs themselves, but the act of hugging. My family members always found me clutching around their knees or their stomachs that were too large for me to wrap my arms around. I interrupted class and visits to my ailing grandfather and movie theaters with hugs. When I went to summer camp, I'd stop playing baseball or hop off the monkey bars to give my counselors hugs. I can't imagine 15 and 16-year-olds particularly enjoyed that kind of attention, considering raging hormones and all. Nothing beat a good hug at that age; it was a way of feeling safe, and of feeling out another person in a way that conversation couldn't.

Anyway, I'm not sure when I grew out of hugs, but I did. I wish I hadn't, because the warmth, tenderness, and just emotional meaning transferred in a hug is unmatched. I'm now in my mid-20s, and hugs are for the most part a formality. Half of one is a greeting, a full one is displays closeness that may or may not be present. Becoming a nominal adult (I can't claim any type of maturity at this point) means finding more appropriate ways to express yourself, your affection, your needs. This is something I struggle with, because, for as much as the exterior appears rough and knobby, the same needs are there. A hug, a connection, some manner of dropping one's guard and being fully connected with the world, getting to the soul of another person or an experience.

The struggle is letting that happen, anyway. It might be that my current environs are too daunting to fully engage the people in it. It's just too dang large of a city. But that's not a proper excuse. Why should it be, how could it be? Why avert your eyes from people you don't know at all, instead of smiling and offering something, anything positive to their lives. The most respectable socializers are the people that sit in the park and will talk to anyone. That's how it seems to me, at least.

I don't know what I want to do with "my future." I'm not sure what my future is, at least in some post-facto, plotting-out-my-life-on-a-timeline kind of way. It might be a career, maybe in computers or maybe in writing or maybe in something I've not even thought about up to this point. It hopefully involves a wife and children and many nieces and nephews and more family. But I do hope that I still have at least 70% of my life ahead of me, because there are so many things I want to do.

Chief among those things is bringing back the hug. Maybe by this, I mean something larger than an embrace. A hug might entail being present in your everyday life. It might mean engaging in some kind of love for the world around you and an appreciation of just existing and having this chance to live. That's it; a passion for the opportunity to live, to have life, existence, Sisyphus going up the mountain, etc. I'm not quite sure how to do this, which is why this confessional goes out to the listserve. My biggest question is how other people live and hug, so to speak, the world around them. Reach out.


With much love,
David Rifkin
Davidlrifkin[AT]gmail.com
New York, NY

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Happiness at work

I am an Indie game developer with couple of my own games already built. Also I have 8 years of web development experience under my belt. Never stopped learning!
At the age of 12 I already knew what I wanted to do (make games and tell computers do what I want them to do!). And never could understand those who did not know. And do not know even today. So.. find what you love to do! Because if you love what you do, eventually you will be very proficient at that. And rewards (money, satisfaction) will come for your outstanding work, which will be like a hobby to you. And others will benefit from that. Equals Happiness.

One should re-read a book of 37signals founders called "REWORK" each year. Just to make sure not to drift away from great things/ideas/common sense. It's full of short essays.

Favorite quote: "The fastest way to get an engineer to solve a problem is to declare that the problem is unsolvable. No engineer can walk away from an unsolvable problem until it’s solved."

I know I'll have something better in mind to write to you after I hit send... Will write that down for the next listserve win! :)
Stay positive, stay awesome!


Tom
listserve[AT]binde.lv
Latvia

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The real sex revolution

One of the things that have always filled me with curiosity is men’s attitude towards female sexuality. Even though they are supposed to want sex all the time, every time a girl actually satisfies that craving, most men act like real jerks and make her feel bad and not worthy of their attention/respect/kindness.

I will drop a bomb at you: women love sex. From my experience, I think that girls like sex even more than guys, but the rules that our western society has imposed to all of us, prevents us from really making the best of what nature has given us. I ask you guys: Do you have a part of your body which whole existence is just related to your pleasure? We do. Can you literally spend all your day having sex non-stop? We actually could (with proper training and the adequate inspiration :P)

So, why is all the fuzz with girls enjoying pleasure? Why do you think that the time that a girl prevents you from seeing her naked is directly proportional to their worth as a human being/possible partner.

What I think is that guys that think that are absolute jerks. And I have found the perfect way to spot them and get them out of your life: sleep with them. If you do that, and they never pursue anything else with you, it is because they are not worthy of your time. If you let yourself go and enjoy the moment, and he is able to notice that you are beautiful human being after seeing you naked, then you can see where things take you both.

So let’s start a revolution! The day in which all girls are able to enjoy sex with the people they are attracted to without being judged, that will be the day in which men will have to find more things to value in women than how much time can they hold sex. And that day, my friends, I think we will all be a little bit happier. Or, at least, have more fun.


Alejandra Costa
alejandra.costa.lacruz[AT]gmail.com
Lima, Peru

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Ever tried online dating?

I've tried every dating site you can think of. I've tried big ones, small ones, free ones, expensive ones, exclusive ones and niche ones. For the last 6 years, on and off.

The one thing they have in common is that they're mostly rotten and dishonest. I'd say they're giving the industry a bad name, but they *are* the industry, and that's the problem.

Dating sites started in the 90s with good intentions. In the 00s, it all started going wrong. Smaller sites had to look big, so they made fake profiles and sent fake messages to their users to grab their subscription money. And unfortunately, nothing's really changed. If you live in the UK you might even have seen a Panorama documentary about it recently.

Free sites are spam-ridden cattlemarkets, where men send huge amounts of degrading, filthy and often bizarre messages to women, whose inboxes are so full that the genuine down-to-earth good guys are drowned out. Generally, if you're not willing to pay to find a match, your heart's not really in it (pun intended!).

Then the subscription-only sites are the way to go, right? Except they don't tell you when your matches were last online, they will often send pretend profile views and messages your way, and restrict anything that would allow you an informed choice - until you hand over your credit card info, at which point, you realise the three people you had your eye on have long moved on (or don't subscribe, and thus won't reply) - or that those messages you received weren't even real.

I'm probably preaching to the choir here. If you're dating online, you've already encountered all this I have no doubt. And it might seem like there's no choice, and that's largely true, as companies have to make a profit somewhere.

So I got sick of this, having dated online for years and learned of all the nasty tricks of the trade, and now I'm building my own site. It's called opendating dot co dot uk, and it will launch later this year. I'm really hoping to build something that will shake up the industry and give those evil big boys a run for their money. There will be no subscriptions, no fakes, and daters will have all the information they need about their matches before they hand any money over. It's going to be morally just and ethically minded, and I'm really excited at the thought of doing something that just feels *right*.

If you're interested, please do get in touch, especially if you're an online dater (or have been). I'd love to throw ideas around with any like-minded people, and your feedback really would be SO welcome. Tell me your tales of online dating woes. Any stories from people that have been successful while online dating would be lovely too - I know it's not all bad!

Oh and of course, sign up if you're looking for love. Perhaps I can be your Cupid... :)


Tom Haczewski
email[AT]tomhaczewski.co.uk
Norwich, England

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Greeting from a brahmin in NYC

good morning, I hope all of you are well. I am brahmin from the city of Chennai in India who moved to NYC 9 years ago for school and has been here since. IF you have a minute, you should read about brahmins.

I am not a brahmin in the traditional sense. My girlfriend is an American Jew, I practice mixed martial arts and i don't believe in God. But growing up in a Brahman household blessed with a good work ethic and strong family committment and that's the only thing i have going for me.

I work in a financial start up in NYC. I play a lot of sport (cricket, MMA, squash, tennis, boxing, biking, running). I am a sessions guitar player (with over 19 years experience). But i noticed a few cracks start to appear in my personality.

Over the last few years i have discovered that i have symptoms of the following nacrolepsy, bipolar disorder, and some minor symptoms of personality disorder (narcissistic). I also have gambling problems. Any help regd the above, tips / experiences would be great. It has had an impact on my social life and i am looking to work on them.


Good luck,

Ram Subramanian
ramantheb[AT]gmail.com
NYC

Friday, August 2, 2013

Terrible Nerd

Last year I wrote and published a book that I'm extremely proud of. It's a memoir about growing up geeky. If you're a nerd like me, you might like it.

It's called Terrible Nerd. It's available at Amazon for Kindle and as a dead-tree book.

Here's a tiny bit from the introduction:

"My generation was the first one to have access to computers at such a young age. In the early 1980s, middle class kids could get their hands on Apple //s and Commodore 64s, Atari 800s and TRS-80s, and other machines that offered the kind of computing power that would have been impossible just a few years before. While that level of power did exist just a few years before, it wouldn’t have been able to fit on your desk, nor was it affordable to anyone other than a university, corporation, or government. Here we were, kids embarking on the threshold of a whole new thing, which for us started out as a hobby, or a toy to play games on, and for many of us, ended up being our careers, sometimes defining the course of our lives.

My generation was the first to never handle a slide rule (except as a curiosity), because we were the first to have electronic calculators. We were the last to enjoy the smell of mimeographed worksheets in school, because of photocopiers. We were the first kids to enjoy home video games, MTV, and microwave ovens."

In the book, I tell the true story of how I got my first computer (a Texas Instruments 99/4A) -- by stealing it -- from a church. I also tell the true story of how I once crashed the Internet for all of Europe . . . by emailing too much porn. See, I'm a terrible nerd.

If you're a nerd too, you might enjoy it.


Kevin Savetz
savetz[AT]gmail.com
Portland, Oregon, USA

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Gail dines

I want to recommend the book "Pornland:: how porn has hijacked our sexuality" by Gail dines. it will change your perception of pornography and its effects on our society.


Jackie Ozark
JackieOzark[AT]gmail.com
west Hartford, CT