A wellness-humorist. Yeah, that's a thing. All thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own.
I don’t want to get into the habit of making disclaimers or opening remarks. It’s kind of like having to explain a joke after you tell it… Or the exact opposite, because this is happening on the front end. Whatever. Read my previous post (basics of meditation) if you want any background or are curious
Below is a post I had written a few months back when I had ideas of a wellness/self-help blog. I didn’t follow through with it, as I was just trying to impress a yoga instructor, but I kept the writing. I also kept meditating. As I’ve grown, it has helped me tremendously. I also just
(I didn’t take any pictures of or within the spa. That would be illegal and in general, not good form. This is a picture of me licking the face of my best friends sister.) (Okinawa, Japan) Again, I need to start with a disclaimer: In no way am I attempting to ridicule or make fun
(Below is a gofundme plea I wrote for a friend who made the mistake of joking with me. After a long day of spring training, he texted me, venting about minor league pay, and joked that I should write a gofundme for him. He was joking. I wasn’t. I had about seven beers and wrote
Walter White, McDonalds, and a Taxi Ride (in Japan) Anthony and I are nearing a month away from domestic soil… That’s actually not true. We were in Guam for 11 days. Guam is a United States territory. I’m not sure why I’m still typing and explaining myself when the backspace/delete button is within reach with
Traveling and world experience are the paramount reasons I decided to move abroad–in Asia. When I return to home, in seven months, I hope to have gained invaluable life experience. I hope to be able to effectively communicate in another language and I hope to have gained at least several thousand Korean Instagram followers. I
Early Thoughts from Japan (Okinawa) Below, you are going to see bullet points. That is the stylistic/formative approach I’m taking for this literary deposition. I’m not being lazy or cheap, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s just easier to organize a collection of observations like this in bullet form. Also, if you were thinking that
I’m writing this after having left Guam. I’m slightly saddened and I miss my friends. But, I must move on. I must remember my time spent there, at the LeoPalace, with fond memories and earnest tribute. So, I will write this posthumous. I’m not dead, but a part of me stayed behind on those tropic
(Guam-Osaka-Okinawa) This was a big day for me. Big. On my first international flight/exchange, I flew with my best buddy. We were able to navigate international barriers and travel together. There was no real stress and I enjoyed several beers both before and during our flights. I drank wine too, because it was free. But
Thoughts on a plane (Part 2, Houston to Japan) About four months back, when I made a way home to Washington, I churned out a solid rant of thought and observation (Thoughts on a Plane–First post written). I did this on a three hour flight, after I got a little saucy in the airport bar.
Prompts While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it? Why am I alone on this beach? That’s what need to be discussed first. Before anything else can be considered, and I can reach out via glass bottle transmission, I
