You Are The Lotus

When you sit still with this flower, one that has surpassed human evolution, existed longer on this planet than us, and you stare into its roots, its essence becomes more evident, and this clarity connects you deeper to your own truth: you are the lotus. You are more than what you can see, than what you can perceive with your five senses. Just by simply being alive now, without your descriptors, without time to define you, you tap into this level of consciousness where time and death do not exist. Everything is beauty. Everything is alive. Nothing is fragmented. Everything is Love. This is the enlightened feeling Oneness. Your intelligence is fully capable of this recognition and appreciation, Now. You only need to be aware.

Music and Videos to Make Your Soul Come Alive!

Falling in love with a song immediately is a special experience that happens less frequently to me than perhaps others. I have so many interests and I am not musical, of course I’d love to be and I make my own attempts, but my hours are not filled with listening to tons of music. They’re filled with silence, podcasts, audiobooks and the sound of espresso machines and voices. Outside my head, just to clarify. You have to captivate someone’s attention for a mere 240 seconds, hardly seems enough time to tell a story. Turns out, it’s more than enough. The instruments and melody is communicating in a different language, a vernacular that could never be fully understood or explained through thought. It transcends everything. Like our basic needs for food, shelter, water, sex; music is a shared experience amongst the human race, from the most primitive to the most highly evolved societies. Music and movement are in our bones and through some mystifying progression we now live in a time where the music archives, along with most genres of expression, are exceedingly long and overwhelming, busting at the seems with originality and truth. Some really gnarly and rank shit as well. But some flabbergasting talent. Extraordinary brilliance. Here’s a few songs/videos that left me spellbound, motion and speech-less, in awe and in love.

Jack White- Love Interrupted

“I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me.” This song conveys all its magic and beauty through the voices of Jack White and Ruby Amanfu. It speaks to the whirlwind, consuming experience that is being wrapped up in love. The passionate spark of real love electrifies your being and this primal vortex devours all that you thought you were, leaving something more pure, more ecstatic, more alive to carry on with.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iErNRBTPbEc

Time to Pretend- MGMT: Are we fated to pretend? Is there anything in form that is not disingenuous? Of course the answer is yes, but it’s not common. It’s spreading, thankfully, but we need to apply the laws of exponential growth and shine so much fucking light that we drown out darkness, muting the noise. Doesn’t mean unconsciousness won’t exist. It simply means it won’t be pervasive, it won’t be our everyday reality, or our morality.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9dSYgd5Elk

Love Lockdown- Kanye West: I fall in hate/love with Kanye everyday; kind of. I hate how much I love him because that man’s ego is catastrophic at times. But his essence is brilliant. I don’t think he’s evil or corruptive spiritually. He seems, at times, excessively dynamic, but that’s why he’s fascinating and immensely talented. And this song makes my heart beat to a new, breath-inspiring rhythm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZwMX6T5Jhk&feature=related

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?- Amy Winehouse- 27. The age I currently am. Where my heart will stay forever. Something in my soul says I was meant to be this age. When I was younger it felt more like 47. But as you evolve you realize how meaningless the physical age means and how you rate on levels of happiness and maturity. I’ve really hit my happiness stride this year and I think it’s because slowly but surely I no longer am fearing death. And so in the very tragic and sudden deaths of the immensely talented Amy Winehouse and Whitney Houston, unfortunately, we didn’t give them a chance to gain back their dignity before they passed. One died well before her peak and one died quite a bit after. But that doesn’t matter. They were good human beings who made many self-destructive mistakes. There’s some people who commit crimes that I feel very little sympathy toward and hold little hope of resurrection. A great example here is Jerry Sanduski. I think not. Rot in prison, sir. You’ve had enough freedom. But drugs? Come on people. Who are we to criminalize and cast away those who truly seem unable to help themselves at that moment? Hypocrites. I think Amy Winehouse was bestowed with a natural, universal, primal, call it god-given gift. And that was her honest, raw expression through that sultry, pain-ridden voice. I feel her when I listen. Just like many greats before her: Janice, Jimi, Kurt, Heath, etc., Amy’s gift and memory will show itself in history, it will be lasting and it will be positive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ludxpkyrab0

The videos for Somebody I Used To Know by the original artist, Gotye, and the immaculate cover by Walk off the Earth, convey with just two bars the unique pain of a broken heart. The creativity put forth in each is astounding. I am humbled and awestruck, barely breathing for those 4 plus minutes. That intangible quality is so specific to music, to songs, that it cannot be experienced through any other art-form.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

5 people playing 1 guitar?! Incredimazeballs!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9NF2edxy-M&feature=related

Feed your belly, eyes, ears, nose, mind, body and soul with beauty and truth. You deserve it.

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Apocalyptic Comedy

I do not believe in mythology, except that it exists in book form. I don’t believe in raptures and I’m not concerned about where I’ll be come December 22nd of this year. I find it all fascinating, certainly the Mayans had their reasons and those theories were based heavily in nature and more specifically in the sun, moon and space itself. Nonetheless this calendar was set forth over 3000 years before Christ and therefore well over 4000 years before scientific discovery came into play. All this being said I love treating this year like it’s the last. That’s why in all my Christmas and holiday cards (yep I give holiday cards, there is no war on Christmas, there just happen to be other holidays celebrated that month) I said to enjoy this last holiday before the apocalypse. This lame joke has been applied to every subsequent holiday and birthday and I’ll continue to enjoy the last days and weeks of each month until doomsday arrives. Whenever I’m confronted with crazy, either in the form of a person, a group, a theory or an event, I just laugh. When in Rome, do as the crazies do. Even as the priorities and fixtures of my life seem to adjust, food, comedy and yoga seem to be the constants, beyond love and water and people and other necessities. So it is with great enthusiasm that I share some opportunities for you to laugh on purpose, beyond just occasionally chuckling at crazy people. First off, television. Let’s assume for fun that we will all perish on December 21st, or around that date. And because we’re applying this prediction for our death date we can then know for certain how many days we have left. It amazes me people of any age waste their time on the mindless reality shows still forcing their way onto our screens, but I understand the irony in some of it and I suppose the guilty pleasure element comes into play. But because we’re pretending we have 7 months left to live, I’d love to encourage anyone to give up extraneous nonsense to make way for some decent comedy, which does actually exist on TV.

I’ve mentioned previously that I no longer have cable. I do have some pretty fancy bunny ear antennas that my wonderful grandma sent and with those I occasionally watch some Hockey or re-runs of Seinfeld when I can’t sleep. I hardly ever turn it on to just see what’s on and when I have, I’ve been appalled by the mediocre crap still piping into people’s heads. My apologies to the 2 and 1/2 Men and Network comedy fans but beyond Community I can’t quite decipher what’s worth watching. If I’m missing something, let me know. I caught 5 minutes of a hybrid episode of NCIS: LA with my favorite 20 year crush, LL Cool J, mixed with Hawaii 5-O. I was certainly entertained but not for the reasons they intended. Never underestimate the value of unintentional laughter.

I’m grateful to not have cable because I can 100% avoid Fox News, CNBC, MSNBC and even CNN. I like Anderson Cooper but the “news” has become a joke, a competition at who can be the most ridiculous, inflame the public’s interest, and given my desire to control what I do with my body, for my gay friends to have equal rights and to hear about real issues over what someone may or may not have done with a dog, I only ever watched those channels to laugh at them. I am stunned people take it seriously. And a few smart ones, too. Except Rachel Maddow, she’s an intelligent, thoughtful woman, whether you agree with her or not. Most are just haters drawing in viewers who also love to hate, love to gossip, and love to win an unwinnable argument. The truth, oddly enough, is revealed more honestly and objectively through humor on The Daily Show and Colbert Report, and for that, I’m so thankful.

Every week we watch a political show with genuinely intelligent people from both sides of the aisle; truly thoughtful, experienced, reasoned republicans, democrats and independents. I find myself agreeing with varying arguments from all backgrounds, understanding there are much more than two sides to this complicated coin. That show is Real Time with Bill Maher. Bill is a divisive man. Many I know and love truly despise him, which is a major waste of energy, but nonetheless I understand how he can rub people the wrong way. What I enjoy most is watching the panel debate so brilliantly and so respectfully. The show is funny but more than that it is informative and it challenges you to think critically. I’m not being handed my opinion by one person, one channel, one party. I’m carefully dissecting my values and beliefs, listening to impassioned people from many sides and deciding from there. The guests consist of respected journalists, former and current politicians at the state and federal level, authors, musicians, activists and strategists. I wish more people watched this show, spent less time hating whatever opinion or person is opposite of theirs and instead opened themselves to be entertained and enlightened. There’s no room for growth if you surround yourself with sameness. Differences bring perspective and bridge gaps.

A near and dear friend recommended Girls on HBO. It’s a Judd Apatow production co-written/produced/starring Lena Dunham, the brilliant mind behind 2010’s Tiny Furniture. I must be truthful, I haven’t seen it yet. I don’t have HBO anymore. How do I live a happy life? That remains to be seen but I will apply a bit of patience and perhaps finagle a way to see this show soon. It’s received tremendously high critical praise and has been renewed for a 2nd season. I’ve heard only good things from discernible, trustworthy sources so let’s all jump on this bandwagon together, shall we? In a nut-shell, Girls is an even more honest, raw and dare we saw funnier version of Sex and the City, except the focus is on girls in their 20’s, so less marriage and baby focus, more sex and career focus. Sounds good to me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJt2O2VRj0s&feature=related

For those of you who don’t mind humor of the animated variety I’d like to highly recommend Bob’s Burgers. I love Jon Benjamin and everything he touches. He’s brilliant. His other animated comedy, Archer on FX, is hilarious as well. His voice lends really well to this genre and his deadpan delivery stimulates the right areas of my brain. I’m so satisfied listening to him. He’s smart, clever, honest and dry. Bob’s Burgers is about a burger joint run by Bob, his wife Linda, and his three children. The family has such an interesting dynamic, one that resonates with my heart. The show isn’t as outrageous as a South Park or Family Guy. It’s more of a slice of life comedy set to animation. It’s surprising and sweet, filled with amazing comedic guest-stars, impeccable writing and great story-lines. It’s on Hulu and Hulu-Plus if you’re interested.

Movie-films. I watched a movie last night that I know so many people will just want to hate, want to trash, want to dismiss without even giving it a chance. But like it or not it received fantastic critical reviews, including a hilarious and poignant recommendation from my favorite critic, Dave White. That film is none other than 21 Jump Street. I know. Really? Channing Tatum? Yes. Channing Tatum. Get over it. Just because he’s sexy to almost every generation doesn’t mean he is somehow untalented or undeserving of a chance. Do I love Dear John, or whatever Nicholas Sparks movies he’s doing? No. Most certainly not. But the dude has comedic chops. He delivers well, is believable, unafraid to look like an ass and his chemistry with the very funny Jonah Hill really works. We watched this at home last night and laughed our asses off, sober. There’s a very exciting cameo, a very respectable and funny supporting cast, and this excellent application of humility and irony as the film consistently makes fun of itself and its genre. I dug it. Not ashamed to admit it.

This is TV and Film related. The British show Inbetweeners is a Rated R equivalent of Freaks and Geeks and it is stellar. It is quick, unpredictable, endearing and painfully funny. The film version releases in June of this year. Hurray 2012! I'd watch the 18 episodes before seeing the film. The background is imperative.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3HzTKbsqsY

If you’re into alternative comedy, meaning you should probably have smoked marijuana or taken mushrooms at some point to understand the material, then you’d love Tim and Eric’s Billion Dollar Movie as much as me and my troop of weirdos did. This is another TV/Film hybrid suggestion as the Adult Swim Tim and Eric Awesome Show: Great Job is of course batshit amazeballs as well. You need to approach Tim and Eric with this purely open mind, like whatever comes your way is welcomed and instead of questioning what these wackadoos are doing or saying, or being disgusted by their strange behavior, surrender your confusion and just go along for the ride. The episodes are 11 minutes. The movie is longer. Prepare accordingly.

I love Sacha Baron Cohen. I used to watch Da Ali G Show when I still lived at home with my parents. And the subsequent Borat and Bruno films did not disappoint. He’s got massive balls, literal and figurative, you cannot deny that. And if you’ve seen his movies, you can validate that fact for yourself. But if you neglected to see Hugo, then you missed what a talent he is beyond shock comedy, beyond making uptighty whitey’s more uncomfortable than they already are. He was charming, humorous and added such an intangible quality to that beautiful film. I cannot wait for the Dictator! This is a great departure from the mock-u-comedies that were a staple in Borat and Bruno, and instead is an original script shedding light and humor on a fictional leader from the Middle-East.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_yWGzasBIw

Living in a big city I encounter all facets of humanity, those deemed good, bad, nuts and everything in between. I recently was yelled at by an elderly woman with a big quaff of gray hair riding her bicycle. My mind went to The Wizard of Oz and all I could do was give her a thumbs up and laugh my ass off. For some reason I no longer take the opinions or criticism of others seriously or to heart. What does it matter? What does my opinion matter? It doesn’t. It’s a string of words floating in my very active imagination and should carry no weight on who I really am as a human being. I am more than my opinions, thoughts, and beliefs and if I took myself so seriously I’d close myself off to many people, opportunities, change and to genuine happiness. And so I laugh, like the Buddha, rubbing my belly, hungry for more food for my brain and body. Life is a fun and challenging ride. If we can laugh off the trivial stuff then we’ll be better equipped during actual difficulties.

Thanks for reading. Hope you laugh a lot, today and everyday.

Nut Up or Shut Up: A Non-Poem About Living, Now

Desire, need, desperation to win, achieve or prove something to ourselves or others will drain us of our innate power.An energetic and intense focus on mastering this moment and trusting the future will unfold well will manifest as an invigorating existence void of mind-made stress and anxiety. If we realized what was actually, truly, genuinely important we’d start grabbing life by the balls and living it, with vigor, instead of letting our minds and egos keep us passively avoiding death, creating enemies where they do not exist, trapped each day in the psychological past and future, rather than the psychedelic beauty that is the present fucking moment. Being alive is a gift. It is intrinsically (awe)some and our past does not have to define us, imprison us or hold us captive in the myth of time. Defining ourselves by words and thoughts alone imprisons our imagination and potential in an ever narrowing tunnel whose light diminishes exponentially the more staunchly we adhere to these descriptors. We are not our past, our age, our socioeconomic class, our political affiliation, our nationality, our bank statement, our marriage license, our job title, our perceived reputation, our diploma, our ethnicity, our opinions or our engrained moral ideology. We are life meant to be lived, realized, awakened, aware, enthusiastic, joyful, impassioned, fortunate beings. We get to be humans here and now. These short years aren’t meant to be wasted feeling inferior or superior, successful or inadequate, attractive or unattractive. Whether physical or mental, we should stop wasting our lives in hatred of what is, of what we cannot change, in us or in others. We owe it to our individual mind, body and heart to get over ourselves (our egos) and our preconditioned habits and beliefs, and bring acceptance, passion and exuberance into getting the most out of each moment and each day. This isn’t confined to a specific set of rules or way of life. We can and should pursue any myriad of career paths with gusto, enjoy the fruits of our labor, work within our own moral and ethical parameters, be cool with people and don’t take melodrama seriously. Enjoy the ride, be fluid and in the flow of life instead of awkwardly rigid, working tirelessly to avoid trouble that only exists in the meaningless anxiety created by excessive thinking. This reality is about taking responsibility and control of how we approach day-to-day life, how we perceive information and the events that encompass our days, and what our lingering effect is after the day is done. How did this approach to life affect us and those around us? When we daydream of our future success how does life look during the years committed to achieving those goals and rewards? Are they riddled with what-ifs, major sacrifices, stress and a fixation with attaining the next promotion, raise, notoriety or form of success that lies outside of ourselves? More simply stated, will our level of daily enjoyment and happiness be affected for many years if we follow these rules and steps? What constitutes each rung of this metaphorical ladder? Can we enjoy wherever we currently are in our careers, whatever level of expertise or income, and allow the external forms of success to be a bonus but not the reason for our personal contentment or self-esteem? That is the key to looking back at our lives knowing we truly lived it. We didn’t sweat ridiculous nonsense, define ourselves by other's expectations or material acquisition. We breathed with reverence each day and used that grateful, inspired energy to execute our lives at a higher, more alertly present level. We navigated both calm and troubled waters with patience, humility and grace. And hopefully a sense of humor. This may seem very cerebral, intense and complex, but it is not. Let's drop the bullshit, own up to our thoughts, words and actions. Let others be and don’t hesitate or doubt being ourselves. Nut up or shut up. Live and let live. Go take an embarrassingly large bite out of life.

What Do I Know?

I know nothingBut a speck A whisper with no echo A breeze But not a gust A brick Without the mortar An ingredient Without a dish I see everything From a microscopic lens And yet I’m so certain My truth is the one that matters How could anyone feel otherwise It’s not as if they’re built with unique eyes We share the same sky The same blues and grays Similar life out their door We walk the same pavement Wish for the same dream To awaken and realize We are immortal Those same fears we each denied Those saline tears we cried Were all for not Soon to be forgot They’ll be written away Set aside like a stray That one day We’ll all wake up Seeing through a sharpened lens Breathing oxygen Absorbing information Except now we see What we ignored and dismissed This eternity This bliss Is at our fingertips Die each day So you can live And view From a lens only you can sharpen And know this truth That which connects me Also connects you We are at once specific Alone And infinitely linked As one What I know is nothing I’ve only just begun

Hungry for Life and More of It

The objective of Yoga is to calm the fluctuations of the mind in order to find stillness and bliss in the present moment. The mind is often trapped, re-telling old stories from the past and rehearsing hypothetical scenarios for our future. Often, this story-telling creates problems that either never existed or never will come to fruition. That doesn’t stop us from putting ourselves in a state of stress throughout many of the days that make up our weeks. For the past week or so, I have not been practicing what I preach, or rather what I encourage my students to give themselves, because I have been consumed with joy and gratitude over an event that took place last night. The event was Earth Hour. I felt very grateful and immensely excited to teach a Candlelight class for TruHarmony Yoga, a studio that has given me a professional home since I moved to Chicago, and where I feel I’ve been given permission to express my unique vision as a teacher and even as a writer. I am reflecting on last night, reliving the past, because I was overwhelmed almost to the point of tears at the tremendous group of people who packed our beautiful studio. They are professionals in a myriad of fields, come from many backgrounds, have varying interests, ideals and love their own special group of people, but what they all carried is humility, openness, joy and the desire to be more awake and aware than they were before. That is precisely what Yoga inspires: awareness, gratitude, enthusiasm. It drives you to simultaneously release expectations and invite acceptance while feeling compelled to be better each moment and each day. We powered down our usually heated, well-lit studio to just room temperature, all that we could see was influenced by candlelight and nothing else. There wasn’t much personal space because there were many eager bodies exuding warmth in the room. The city of Chicago could’ve turned off more of their lights, could make a bigger impact and a more concerned effort to conserve but it didn’t matter. We were there, resonating with the rest of the world, appreciating our time together, being alive on this glorious planet.

As if the genuine work put into the event from some very generous and amazing staff wasn’t enough, our practice and our experience was elevated by the presence of a very talented, connected djembe player named Taylor. I’ve experienced the magic in the primal sounds of this percussion before, but in combination with all surrounding elements, it was electric. Taylor is a gifted teacher and beautiful human being, please check him out and listen to his hypnotic music at home. It’s as if all our hearts were now beating to the same drum. We had a collective pulse. We breathed together, flowed together, chanted together and celebrated all that is life in such remarkable simplicity, it’s a wonder more people don’t find a way to live this way every day. We plan to bring more of this goodness into the studio and into the city of Chicago, somehow I feel that although I’ve been teaching for a few years and loved every second of it, that something now has truly just begun. This is the level of consciousness that should spread around our country, our homes, our planet, the universe. It is both evolved and pure, what our natural state should reflect, gratitude and joy. We embrace our differences and feel enthralled by our oneness. We encourage and accept, without competition, with genuine kindness and love. May sound like hippy dippy bullshit to some, and for them, I only wish them the gift of Yoga.

I wanted to share the piece I was asked to write and given the opportunity to share with the beautiful djembe to support my slightly nervous voice. To have family, friends, respected colleagues, fantastic students and new faces sharing in this very present celebration makes me feel inspired to keep improving, to keep loving and to keep living this awesome journey we call life. We printed the poem on eco-friendly paper with a pledge on the back, as an option to take these efforts Beyond the Hour. If you feel compelled to make small changes to better your own life and the quality of our home, planet Earth, then please feel welcomed to take your own pledge. It is essential in Yoga and in the message of Earth Hour to not concentrate on the daunting task of reversing the negative effects we’ve inflicted upon ourselves and our planet, but simply to focus on the means rather than the end, to not waste another moment in negativity or ignorance, and live better for yourself every day. Emanate joy. It is the impulse of the universe, life being lived.

Thank you to everyone who recognized their opportunity to uplift the energy in the room. It is a choice. Keep elevating yourself and others. Thank you to the dedicated and talented TruHarmony Yoga staff, to our pregnant goddess, Ria, for sharing her essential oils, for Taylor and his magic and for the students and their enthusiastic presence. Reduce, reuse and recycle what you can, and recirculate only the emotions that serve you best. You can trash the anger, disappointment, frustration, anxiety and fear. Laugh your ass off and love your life. Otherwise, wtf is the point? You deserve it. Believe it and be it.

Psychic Psychosis

Sometimes we become so consumed with who we’re becoming, what we’re working toward and where we might be by some hypothetical date, that we completely lose who we are, the quality of what we’re currently work on, and the importance of where we are right here, right now. Whatever we choose to do can carry an equal amount of meaning. It does not have to hold status or perceived importance. It does not have to satisfy the expectations of our families, friends, enemies, idols or mentors. It has to feel empowered and enthusiastic as it pours out of us. I discuss these topics and issues not because I believe that I am somehow “it”, that I’ve figured it all out and here is my wisdom for you to absorb. No. I am fueled with enthusiasm to share and to inspire contemplation because of where I am today, better than yesterday, worse than tomorrow. The only thing I KNOW, for certain, is that I know next to nothing. What I know I cannot possibly express through stringing letters together with some spaces to formulate sentences, because what I know is intangible, felt, not spoken or understood through language. I’ll never stop seeing myself as a work in progress and the biggest lesson I’ve learned is being ok where I am in this moment, knowing how much I’ve yet to learn and grow, and how much unknown there will always be. I know the choice, the ability to be happy and successful rests within me, not outside of me. Seeking only destroys whatever internal work I’ve managed to comprehend and keeps me trapped in the mind, which is an insatiable, perpetually disappointed little asshole sometimes.

I’m very grateful to be what is essentially an advanced student. I teach Yoga. And I learn more from my interactions with students, from my mistakes and from my mind-induced stress than I’m sure they learn from me. All I can do is level with them, acknowledge that we are all the same, no better or worse, just unique. I know people with a physically proficient practice, meaning they’ve acquired a high level of strength, flexibility, range of motion and balance in postures and sequences. But somewhere in there the world is missing out on their heart, their inherent goodness is disguised by an image of success, or their mind simply obstructs who they really are and therefore their essence cannot yet be seen. I also know many whose physical practices are very limited, their strength has yet to build, their muscles may be stiff and they’ve yet to find their grace and stability in motion. But their heart, their light, their essence shines very bright, providing a very palpable living example of how to operate in our world. Of course there are some with the total package and they are phenomenal mentors. I can honestly and sincerely express that I carry little to no judgment toward anyone, wherever they are, whatever their path. My only reason for discussing this is to show it is more important and more likely to leave a lasting impact when we are unafraid to be exactly who we are, to exhibit our essence (happiness, joy, trust, love) over our ego (dissatisfaction, mistrust, unease, fear) regardless of the who, what, where, when, why or how. Just because. I am. You are. That’s all.

Every class I teach, we begin with breath. We slow and quiet everything down to a pulse. To a moment. To simplicity. To life itself. And as we breathe I may introduce some piece of philosophy yoga or life has taught me that may resonate with the room. It could relate to the time of year, the time of day, timelessness, or just being human, but my purpose in sharing is to inspire self-inflicted kindness. We spend moments in silence breathing, contemplating, creating space, and then, based on what we’ve discussed, I’ll ask the students to set their intentions, their uniquely personal goals they want to work on during their practice, never forgetting that it only begins on the mat, and continues outside the studio. What is imperative here is the intention is not meant to act as a goal to be achieved at some future date, some measure of success that will somehow fulfill us more than we are currently. We need to confront what brought us to the mat, why we are practicing yoga, and more specifically, what we’d like Yoga to bring out of us. I’ll often suggest the intention be very simple, perhaps a quality or descriptor they wish to reflect their practice and who they are in the world. A personal example would be something like patience. My intention on and off my mat for most of this year has been patience, with myself first, and others second. Where it may be a perfectly acceptable goal to achieve a handstand at some point during your journey on the mat, delving deep into the intricacies that lead to success in high level poses are not without many small mental and physical achievements along the way.

It is important to not feel discouraged or disappointed by whatever challenges you encounter, whatever weakness you perceive in yourself, but rather feeling informed and inspired to overcome those often mind-made obstacles and feel somewhat at peace knowing tomorrow is a new day, each breath is an opportunity to start anew. I find when I’m most plagued with self-doubt, disappointment and frustration, I am merely resisting what is instead of accepting myself as I am here and now. Pursue, seek, discover and try because you feel joy, in the moment, and nothing else. No wanting. No expectations. Not result driven. Wanting to be somewhere we’re not only fuels the egos fire, adding gasoline and flames to an already deep lack of self-affirmation. The gift is the emergence of your genuine acceptance and bliss, derived not from what you do or what is given to you, but how you do it and what you’re giving to yourself and others, your best self. So the goal, the intention you set, is not for some mythical reward that you’ll earn with good behavior and the precise, chronological steps. The intention is to make that our pervasive state of being, everyday, every moment, because of nothing other than being patient with yourself allows you to feel more content each day, interact more productively with others and creates a ripple effect that will allow the future to unfold better than your mind could previously rehearse.

I’ve alluded to my formerly forward thinking self in previous articles and conversations. The only time I dwelled in the past was to relive some seemingly significant moment that I placed too much meaning so I could replay the memories in my mind. All that did was allow me to live in this sweet slice of denial, overlooking many red flags and discouraging events that would have benefited me to learn and move on. Instead, I let my mind retell the same stupid story over and over ad nauseum, basking me in superficial light, warmed from that of a tanning bed rather than the actual sun. That was more first love related and once I entered my 3rd decade of life, my twenties for the mathematically impaired, I was sick of my own nonsense and finally moved on. What has been a consistent issue plaguing me since early childhood is a very active imagination and an all around discomfort with the unknown. As a child the unknown centered around death and the future. Could I die in my sleep? Could I wake up blind? What would love look like for me? These are the irrational thoughts that would swirl in my mind as I’d try to convince my rational side to fall asleep. As I aged those worries turned to who would I be by age 18? 21? 25? 30? 40? You get it. I can say very definitively here this is a colossal waste of time and nowhere near an accurate prediction of who I’d turn out to be.

Guess what all that pontificating about how the future might play out resulted in? Hours, days, weeks, months and possibly years wasted trapped in my mind, in the vicious cycle that is the human psyche, that is anxiety, that is playing the “what if” game. And being achievement oriented, expectations serving as the basis for my motivation, only led to a very rigid, confined box that narrowed my scope, my learning, my openness and my overall success. I did fine in school, high school and college, played sports well, had some nice friends, occasional boyfriends, but I look back only a few short years later thinking so fucking what? Most of those years are a blur because I was so consumed by such small, superficial measures of success, and this bizarre self-satisfaction in limiting myself to academic marks and following what I felt were my “strengths” that I know I missed out on so much. On what? I don’t know because I was unwilling to even examine those possibilities. I look back and can still feel this baseline of dissatisfaction and unhappiness because there were so many things I wanted to do, people I yearned to know, and mischief I wish I learned from that I was stuck in perpetual motion of fear and then anger toward myself for lacking courage.

I still struggle with being truly open and fully courageous, but the point I’ve reached is recognizing how I was limiting myself then and to actively work on living a more ballsy life now. I had very little belief I’d fall in love and I reached a point where I was sick of my shitty ego telling me this and I refused to listen anymore. I thought I needed to follow a very clear-cut career path and make my parents proud. They could tell their friends their daughter was some blah blah at this blah blah firm. I couldn’t have been less interested in that way of life, I just thought achieving whatever that was would allow me to finally relax and let go. But whenever I took steps toward those inauthentic goals I’d feel so sick inside, so wrong, so off. I felt like a fraud. No matter how many A’s I earned, how much money was on my paycheck or even how staunchly I believed in whatever worldly criticisms I was spouting, it was never enough. I was still dissatisfied, living in fear. This is not to say people who follow the billions of other paths there are other than mine are unhappy, living a lie or pursuing something toxic. Not at all. I’m just speaking from my experiences, from the battle raging inside my head.

I feel much more content now, more aligned with what challenges and inspires me, but I still have those days. Where do I go from here? Being sick of my own need to project the future and plan every moment until then has led me to rebel into presence, to desire only to commit fully to each day, and whereas that is an improvement and has led to a more fulfilling internal state, I’m still finding the balance of having goals and not being consumed with reaching them, but instead encouraged to be productive and wiser each day, having learned from yesterday and looking forward to tomorrow. The two paths that seem to come rather intuitively to me, teaching Yoga and writing, are not necessarily careers with decipherable steps to climb the ladder to success. In fact, both are laughable as far as income. Do I limit myself by defining my career or etching out specific goals? Only if my happiness rests on that future date when that level of achievement has been reached, that amount of money has finally been earned or when enough of the world perceives me as a profitable, accomplished person. If, however, I’m working diligently to be a better teacher and writer each day, regardless if money or accolades arrive sooner or later, and I’m enjoying the process, uplifted by the task and feel like those around me are affected positively by my presence, then I will continue to envision and dream while embracing how the future unravels in unpredictable and exciting ways.

Lately my physical practice has reached some new heights. I’ve landed some difficult postures I previously thought my body could not pull off. The lesson I’ve gleaned is the many years of slow progress has led to these small victories and that as soon as I get a big head about it, as soon as I feel finished and satisfied, I’ve lost the message. I was patient. I believed. It happened. So now the goals are re-imagined, advanced and better reflect who I am today instead of who I was then or who I think I’ll be down the line. There’s no way for me to accurately anticipate my interests, progress, values and objectives 5 or 10 years from now. I’ve learned that much. Life laughs at a plan and I cannot honestly attest to the past 6-7 years of my life being wonderfully unpredictable, each surprise humbling me and teaching me that the only true constant is change. Progress or parish. Evolve or dissolve. Many of the details surrounding my external reality, where I live, what I do, and who plays major roles are wildly different than they were just a few years ago, let alone 10 years ago. And for this, I am very grateful.

The racket behind visiting psychics is they’re not providing you with specific predictions as to how your future will lay out. They’re perceptive people, paying close attention to your attitude, body language, and energy. A few questions can provide a fairly educated estimate on where you’ll be in a few years. If you want your future to turn out bright, do not cloud your presence in darkness, in limits, in sameness, in the crippling fear of the unknown. Feel and be better today and that will carry into tomorrow, next week, next month and next year. Let go of the heavyweights that insist you struggle and strain in the shallow end and instead go float in the deep, light, having the courage to surrender to the flow, without worry about the unknown darkness below. You deserve to feel happy and accomplished each day and this feeling comes from being you, not trying, thinking, doing or receiving, but by giving yourself what you need and being a beacon of realistic everyday success and exhilaration for others to absorb and enjoy. The chain reaction of the choice to be happy will benefit you exponentially with the advantage passed on to all you encounter as well.

Become aware of your internal dialogue. Acknowledge the story your mind repeats. Select honest, beneficial language. Eradicate fear and eliminate what-ifs and you advance from surviving to thriving. Believe you deserve it and become impervious to negative rhetoric and influences. Come out of the mind and into the moment, out of ego and into your essence. Be you, here, now. And remind me and others to be the same.

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For Cravings and Special Occasions: El Nuevo

I like American food. I have consistent hankerings for a good burger and a semi-annual hot dog, fried chicken and pulled pork are favorite southern staples of mine, and I have a difficult time turning down starchy sides like mac n cheese and mashed potatoes. I have a strong like for these items, like being the operative word. I have a strong appreciation for well executed traditional dishes and sides, but what I LOVE about American cuisine correlates with what I love most about our country in general: our diversity, our cultural influences, our food. There is not one country I wouldn’t be thrilled to visit and whose food I wouldn’t be game to try. Strip all of our political and religious values away, and we all are just highly advanced animals who’ve always needed food and water to survive. How we treat this need manifests differently for every group and subgroup and that is what makes being human an endlessly fascinating ride. There’s a few genres of cuisine I prefer over others and one of them is Mexican. Similar to Italian, I could eat some item from the country’s expansive list of choices every single day. For high quality ingredients, ideal ambiance and a well-rounded experience I visit El Nuevo Mexicano. My first visit to this uniquely spectacular place was for a birthday celebration last year, one of those very special occasions when you can join with both friends and family, share some adult beverages and great food together on a cool Spring/Summer evening. We sauntered a little less than a mile from Central Lakeview, walking south on the always busy and entertaining Clark Street, to Southeast Lakeview where El Nuevo resides, between Wellington and Diversey on the west side of the street. We had high hopes and limited expectations, choosing to meander their way because of proximity and wind of some potentially memorable food. We walked into their very charming facade, equipped with tall ceilings and exposed brick as nearly all great Chicago establishments carry, warm lighting and candlelit tables filled with many patrons all enjoying their company and environment. We sat in a cozy booth across from the bar with great views of the homemade margaritas and guacamole being made in front of our eyes. Every person at our table was moaning awkwardly with pleasure at El Nuevo’s high quality Mexican cuisine. By the end of the night we were drunk off satisfying food, great conversation and the sinfully enticing tequila.

I’ve now been back a handful of times, all coinciding with very special occasions. A friend’s birthday. Family and friend’s celebrating a loved one’s survival and recovery. A promotion. A reunion. A reason to feel and eat well, with the right people and the perfect environment. I recently went back on one of Chicago’s unusually warm March evenings with 3 of the most important people in my life. My love, my mom, my brother and I sat in the small room that leads out to their beautiful patio and we enjoyed one of the very best meals I’ve had there, or in Chicago in general. It was after this meal that I realized how foolish I am for not writing about them until now. You can know that I am recommending this restaurant based on multiple visits with consistently above average results. I’ve had excellent Mexican fare in many neighborhoods in Chicago. There are countless I’ve never even seen that I’m sure would blow me away and although I’ve had some fairly stellar meals on the North, South and West sides of Chicago, I fervently implore you to visit El Nuevo as well.

When I go anywhere and my “role” is as customer, my only hope or expectation is for hot, clean and hopefully delicious food to be brought my way. This is a largely populated city filled with busy restaurants. I don’t need my ass or hand kissed. What I love and prefer is when a restaurant’s credo and atmosphere inspire an engaging connection between those serving and those served. Let’s just be human beings having a conversation about food. Sure, you bring me what I ask for and I pay you nicely, but beyond those social parameters we can also enjoy each other as best as possible. If a server prefers to keep the dialogue to a minimum for efficiency or personal reasons, I am absolutely fine with that. Be kind enough and fulfill your duties as best you can and so will I. If, however, you also like to engage in some banter and make the night go better for us all, then it’s a win win for everyone. El Nuevo’s staff is among the friendliest, most helpful and respectful I’ve had the pleasure to absorb in this or any city. It’s as if they’re all on the same page, enthused about their genuinely awesome food and about their customers having the full experience. I look forward to seeing many of the same faces whenever I return. I hope the next time is soon.

Onto the exquisita comida, exquisite food. Of course, my recollections are just that, mine. The food I enjoyed is based on my palate and my perception of what good food is. I understand and respect we all vary on what constitutes a tasty meal. For my money, my taste buds and my belly, El Nuevo has some of the best, freshest tortilla soup I’ve ever had. It carries just the right amount of spice, a little kick and tang to keep you interested, chicken broth to comfort, anejo cheese to savor, sour cream for a burst of cool, and strips of tortilla chips for a textural crunch. I’ve often considered sitting at the bar with a cup of soup, endless chips with their addictive homemade salsa, and washing it down with an even more dangerously delicious margarita. But I always want to be a gluton. I want to enjoy as much as my stomach will endure. I love their tacos, enchilades and most of their classic Mexican dishes. What makes El Nuevo memorable is their specials. When in season, try their coconut shrimp. These are unlike any I’ve ever had, served with an equally delectable sauce. You’re gifted with astounding side options like cinnamon yams and chipoltle mashed potatoes, not to mention their remarkable mole, ranchero and tomatillo sauces. Their vegan options are created and executed with care and they’re so delicious, you will not miss the meat. Or cheese. The lactose intolerant (how unfortunate that must be) won’t miss the cheese either as there are a slew of dishes with thoughtful ingredients and impeccable results.

Below is the Carnitas Chipotle con Mango y Platanos. Tender pork in a zesty chipotle sauce with mango and plantain bananas, pico de gallo. Spanish rice. Unbelievably good!

I sincerely feel a gateway to opening a mind and becoming more comfortable with differences is experiencing how and what another culture eats. Ideally, we’d all visit each other’s neighborhoods, or better yet our actual countries, and share a meal together. My family and friends teach me everyday that different is good, there’s an endless wealth of knowledge and perspectives I’ve yet to hear and if we could all just stop talking and use our mouths to eat and our ears to listen, we may find more common ground than previously existed. That was my Miss America world peace speech.

Open your mouth, your belly, your heart, and your mind to something different. And enjoy every bite.

Just want to take a few words to express my gratitude for you, whoever you are. Whether I know you or not, whether you’ve read one or all of my articles, whether you liked it or not, thank you. I happen to feel very jazzed and appreciative to share what I love and my hope is one or more benefit from these words. That’s all. Thank you so much.

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Creative Erection: Mad Men

I have to admit, I miss watching new episodes of great television as it’s airing live to the world. Maybe there’s something in the cultural identity where the energy level rises, the show’s community is abuzz and if you’re even moderately active on social networks, you’ll be privy to this information instantly. People tweet action during the commercials. It’s somewhat insane. I don’t participate in this, but I certainly check in periodically throughout the day and some person or publication is discussing some item of pop-culture. The long-awaited return of Mad Men, in its 5th season, begins this Sunday. I truly cannot wait. This show is a true kaleidoscope of creativity, no stone is un-turned. In it’s vernacular and vision, it is true to the 1960’s. From its soundtrack and score, to the costumes and character development, this show is compelling from episode 1. In the event you’ve been avoiding, resisting or inexplicably ignorant to Mad Men’s unprecedented genius, then let me respectfully request you UNdo your NONwatching and get the hell on it. Suspend whatever preconceived notions you have. Forget about whatever annoying person over-exaggerated their love for it, stemming unnecessary disdain from you and therefore creating a hardened wedge between you and this remarkable piece of art. All four completed seasons are streaming right now on Netflix. If you’ve got some expendable income, the DVDs are well worth owning. I plan to show the children I don’t want to have how impossibly great a few TV shows were back in the double decade of reality nonsense. My hope is by the time these fictional kids are old enough to appreciate the show, they’ll have so much great content to absorb because we’ve finally evolved out of our stupidity coma and now expect more out of the content we absorb. If not, baby’s watchin Blu-Ray whether they want to or not. Mother of the year.

Many of my twenties cohorts have a shared an affinity for the 1960’s. I’m unsure as to whether their parents are influencing this, if it’s that whole “nostalgic for a time we never knew” thing, or if they have unbelievably smart and interesting grandparents who happened to also marry in 1960, producing spawn throughout that decade and then passing on their years of wisdom to every child in their wake. In case it’s not clear, my interest in the 60’s stems from the latter. I have zero desire whatsoever to live in that time. Even the modicum of facts I gathered before watching Mad Men taught me better than that. You do not want to be anything but white and male during that period. Nonetheless this New York City based drama remains compelling, intriguing and immensely educational. The artistic integrity is astounding. Writer/Creator Matthew Weiner holds the show to a standard only AMC could uphold. Those who’ve lived through the 60’s to those who for their enjoyment became experts on the subject, most credible minds agree this show reflects that time in American history with nearly pinpoint accuracy. Some beauty and great story-telling don’t hurt either.

The show follows the life of Don Draper, an impossibly handsome man in his mid-thirties, a creative director at a powerful advertising agency on the Big Apple’s famous Madison Avenue, husband to a beautiful blond trophy-wife, and father to a boy and a girl living in a lovely home outside the city. It’s fairly common knowledge event amongst those who’ve never watched that Don is the king of the boardroom and the bedroom. He could charm the pants off a blind nun, making even the most prude, conservative women cross many moral boundaries just at one sultry stare. The man breathes sexy, seriously, and has a 5 o’clock shadow almost immediately after shaving. He simply knows how to command respect and admiration. You want to know more. He keeps just enough hidden behind the vest and showcases some brilliant off-the-cuff wisdom and truth that you just cannot turn away. The life of Don Draper is steeped with lies and intrigue, and Jon Hamm pulls every aspect of emotion off without a hitch. He deserves the respect and success he’s received. And then some.

Don’t worry straight men, there’s some goodies for you too. Nearly every secretary on the show is gorgeous, thin, poised and bright. But if you need some serious Jon Hamm caliber hotness then look no further than Joan Harris, the queen of the assistants. She carries a razor-sharp wit and a ridiculously stunning hour-glass figure, mirroring that of Marilyn Monroe, but with flaming red hair, deer like blue eyes and a very seductive voice and demeanor. Christina Hendricks has been named The Sexiest Woman Alive and it’s obvious why. She’s unusual looking while also exuding this classic, timeless quality. Her body is healthy and voluptuous, and more importantly, she carries herself with a quiet confidence that every mother should instill in their daughters. Goodbye heroin chic, hello genuinely beautiful, sexy women, from the inside out. Similar to Jon Hamm and the other wisely casted actors in this show, Hendricks is the real deal, carrying some serious, raw talent under exquisite physicality. Many I know well yearn for a Don and Joan sex scene, but it would probably be too much for the public to handle. One for the mental files, I suppose.

So beyond the visual spectacle that is the set design, lighting, costuming, hair, makeup, and actors, is the most important element of any piece of entertainment you’ll ever enjoy: story, writing, script. Every word of dialogue, including the silences in-between, are ripe with intrigue, intelligence and weight. From the way men talk to men, men talk to women, women talk to women, parents talk to children, teachers talk to students, and the Ad Men at Sterling Cooper speak to their clients, the conversations are not only reflective of the time, but also indicative of the care and passion taken by the very smart people working behind the scenes on this show. The depths we’re taken into the character’s lives and the pinnacles they reach, make you fall in and out of love nearly every episode. The density of egos and psychosis amongst the leading roles feeds the story in what feels like a slice of life drama, like a real story unfolding before your eyes. Each episode has the quality of a film, with the gift of seeing the narrative develop with increasingly engaging detail, week after week, and year after year.

In the recent months, I’ve re-watched most episodes with my brother, who is frantically on a quest to finish all four seasons before the fifth begins. As the episodes fly by, we’re both blown away and even more addicted after each one ends, deciding late at night to watch one more than we initially planned. Can’t get enough. Following these very personal stories as they happen, in conjunction with famous historical events such as the Cuban Missile Crisis, MLK Jr.’s iconic speech, Malcolm X’s untimely death, the details surrounding the Civil Rights Movement, the pervasively relevant gender equality issues, and the impending Vietnam War, allows the show to weave into the fabric of the American psyche, the America that once was, and the American we’re still trying to become. This show is historically factual and therefore, educational. It is bold and clever, covering topics of abortion, race, adultery, divorce, addiction, sexuality and previously unspoken truths with grace and ease. It shines a light on a bygone era so many wish to return and by telling this quietly audacious story, we’re given a glimpse as to how far we’ve come and how far we’ve yet to go. We see our parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, friends and even ourselves in these well-written characters, recognizing many psychological constructs present in society today, within family units and our culture as a whole.

Every character shines, brings something unique to the table. Don Draper immediately went down in history as iconic and Jon Hamm will now stand the test of time as an incomparable actor, one who can be understated in a supporting role, and also a clear leading man. The level of detail expressed even in the pauses is the make of a truly talented actor, and beyond his inherent sexiness, Jon Hamm has the goods to back it up. As I mentioned in a previous article dedicated to what makes men empirically sexy, Jon Hamm falls easily into this category. Somehow he’s an even better George Clooney, showing us his innate knack for humor during his multiple stints hosting SNL, his major departure as a dimwitted asshole in Bridesmaids, and in his many interviews with comedians on podcasts and late night television. His casting alone shows the impeccable decision making by this very dedicated and accomplished crew. This show deserves every award and accolade it continues to receive and I have little doubt it’ll be remembered many eras from now.

In this 90 second clip, you get a bit of the show's mystifying intro score and a glimpse into Don Draper without any spoilers. Knowing the show probably makes it funnier, but it's good either way.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsJSRP7cZVo

Just as your muscles need exercise so they don’t weaken and atrophy, your brain requires similar care. Laziness, be it mental or physical, will show equivalent results. Stimulate those neurons and then some. Watch Mad Men, for the first or tenth time. You won’t regret it.

Joe Rogan has an Intriguing Brain in that Gigantic Head

Many evenings a week I’m tricked or cajoled into watching some dark, heavy, violent piece of film or television. I don’t mind. I can handle it. But it is certainly not my first choice. Perhaps I have a natural tendency toward sadness and frustration, toward very sensitive compassion and empathy. Or maybe I’m just a big pussy. Probably a combination of all three; but either way, I don’t prefer to be scared, anxious, saddened, or stressed, unless it’s something really fricken good, like Breaking Bad and other worthy shows and movies. I’m not sure how certain artists focus their work on these subjects, because the magnitude and energy-level alone, meaning the state of mind and your overall mood must then reflect the seriousness of the issues you perpetuate, and while I love philosophy and finding some insight in otherwise everyday occurrences, I’d choose to laugh and feel elated, ecstatic, enthusiastic, inspired, uplifted and enlivened any minute of any day over feeling like utter hopeless shit. And because of this very sophisticated preference of feeling happy and positive, I choose comedy to satisfy it all. In all forms, but especially in stand-up comedy, humor is one of the last true methods of exercising our 1st amendment rights. Comedians have this innate knack to point out very obvious truths, direct concise arrows toward hypocrisy in modern society, and cleverly shine a light on what has become very normal, but very caustic human behavior, and that light then becomes a mirror, for us to acknowledge and potentially change. Or just a beautiful means of escapism, laughing at pain diminishes its power, and the impactful methods used by comics to express these sometimes harsh views, have transformative effects on those of us willing to listen. I recently watched Joe Rogan’s 2005 stand-up hour. Coupled with his very interesting podcast, his affiliation with DMT, transcendence, and truthfully the stigma that has followed him because of his career choices, I feel he is well worth sharing, listening and respecting. Everyone wants to be the next Bill Hicks. And no one will let them. What comedians like Carlin, Hicks, Pryor, Lenny Bruce and more led to was this notion that comedy wasn’t just a means to laugh and escape, but more importantly it’s an opportunity to think and face reality, rather than run from it or simply laugh at it. These very clever artists have articulated themselves in a way that it really bleeds into the audience’s subconscious, their words become quotable, memorable, and therefore forever apart of the interweb that is our mind. What’s incredibly unfortunate is our world is no longer being fed by the unique wisdom of the men I mentioned above. Fortunately, legends never die (as my favorite childhood movie the Sandlot informed me), and Bill’s words in particular reverberate on and on, nearly 2 decades since his passing, and the majority of comedians express their utmost admiration and respect for him, for his message and for his brilliance. Most of Bill’s material can be seen on Netflix, YouTube and other internet sources, but before we get into modern-day Hicksian disciples, I’d like to encourage anyone interested to watch American: The Bill Hicks Story, streaming now on Netflix instant. In a quick 90 minutes, my mind and heart were broadened to such a degree it was nearly impossible to process. The story is told so creatively, mostly through the use of photographs from Bill’s life, of his loved one’s, colleagues, friends, and of his adventures. It is narrated by a number of these people, although we never see them, only through chronologically ordered photographs and some video do we see these characters come alive. Since leaving home, like we all do, I acquired my own opinions and loose beliefs regarding politics, religion, drugs, people, nature, love, etc., and through Bill’s astounding story, and through his own astute observations and discernible method of delivery, I was then re-informed and subsequently re-imagined a new, improved way of looking at these subjects. Regardless how staunchly you believe in anything, the film is interesting, funny, insightful and very memorable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIaTFag26vc

Back to Joe. If you aren’t aware of what Joe has done or been doing since his 90’s work on Newsradio (still stands the test of time, that was a genuinely funny, smart show), his first stint hosting the insane reality series Fear Factor, his recent return to the even crazier version of the same show, and of course his affiliation with UFC, then you may be surprised to know what a dynamic, thoughtful, intelligent, wise and very funny man he is. He’s been a stand-up comic for 20 years, was a full body Tae Kwon Do champion 4 years in a row, as well as the U.S. light, middle and heavyweight Grand Champion. The fight stuff doesn’t mean much to me, except as a former athlete I can certainly respect the discipline and dedication achieving that sort of goal requires. It also lends to his credibility on certain subjects, regarding health and fitness, fighting in general, and definitely adds to his intrigue as a human being. An MMA, comedy, consciousness enthusiast? Sounds awesome. As with anyone of moderate success and fame will ingest, there are small groups of people with throngs of judgment and negativity toward Joe and toward anyone with an opinion and success. It’s always best to make up your own mind, so here I’m simply suggesting you check him out further, from his fascinating podcast, to his advocacy of DMT, floatation tanks and other altered states, and of course, to his stage persona and comedic material. He’s worth checking out.

I wrote previously about the awe-inspiring documentary DMT, the Spirit Molecule. Joe is experienced and well-informed in various methods of elevating your consciousness, or altering your pervasive state, mainly through the use of marijuana, psychedelic mushrooms, the administration of DMT, and the life-changing effects of a sensory-deprivation, or isolation, tank. I proudly support the legalization and recreational use of cannabis, THC, marijuana, pot, weed, green, hash, whatever euphemism you prefer. It is absolutely the choice of an individual to what they prefer, but this substance that grows naturally almost everywhere around the world carries the most unnecessary stigma and negatively perpetuated myths that I’m appalled it hasn’t at the very least been de-criminalized in each state yet. Joe is a major advocate as well, exclaiming very passionately the bizarre and sometimes helpful ideas this altered state has given him and others, not to mention the feeling of love and connection you feel while under the influence, which is drastically different from a drunken stupor induced by alcohol. Not to mention the laughter. Comedy is medicine, too. We spend billions of dollars a year on man-made prescription drugs, in particular mood elevators, neurological inhibitors and bottles proclaiming numerous physiological benefits for heart, weight, stress and countless others, and most of us don’t even question it! At all, we just pop it, cross our fingers and move on. Joe and many others point to the very simple truth that marijuana, mushrooms, acid and other potentially beneficial natural drugs have yet to be legalized because the pharmaceutical companies, even lobbyists supposedly advocating for our health and for scientific research, keep pumping money into congress to keep these arcane laws in place, to keep us buying these drugs, over and over again. Luckily, knowledge is spreading and the ever-evolving list of positives within medicinal marijuana has led to a good handful of states permitting that sort of use.

The use of the sensory deprivation tank intrigues me. I have some slight issues with claustrophobia and that whole buried alive fear that I’m resolving, but given the research and testimonials, I see nothing but good for those seeking this out and I’m beyond shocked the government hasn’t found a way to remove this from civilian reach. There’s no drugs. It’s just you, floating in 11 inches of water, in silence, in pitch-black darkness, you and your mind. There’s all sorts of muscular and joint benefits attributed to time in the tank, but the mental and “spiritual” experiences recounted are even more powerful. Not sure if or when I’ll do it, but I’m surprised more people aren’t aware or talking about it, and for that reason I wanted to share. Check out the interesting few minute video below and/or read about it here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7tq0IwPao0&feature=player_embedded

Without delving too deep into his very memorable stand-up special from 2005, I’ll just say that Joe is carrying on very Hicks-like subject matter with this aggressive energy and enthusiasm, with ecstatic bursts reminiscent of Sam Kinison. He covers the very simple topics like modern relationships and women’s tendency to lie and conform according to what a man wants, only for it then to backfire a few months later once the man is effectively pussy-whipped. He discusses basic stupidity, evolution, human beings and our relationship to Earth and the cosmos, politics and government (Joe understandably is a Libertarian, Ron Paul supporter), the aforementioned drug issue, death, and the ever-divisive topic of religion. Of course there are a myriad of talented comedians and artists tackling these subjects, standing on the shoulders of Hicks and others, but Joe has an impeccable method of execution. He uses simple language, logic, and appropriate emphasis to allow his words to have resonance, and that impact is profound. I’ve previously expressed in a number of words my lack of religious belief. It doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God, or that I think all organized religions are worthless, but the heat surrounding these discussions today leads a person of moderate intelligence to see how destructive and exclusive they are, rather than rational, connective and inclusive, which would naturally be more beneficial to us as a human race and as a planet. I believe in love and the factual sentiment of the genius astrophysicist, Dr. Neil Degrasse Tyson, “We are all connected; To each other, biologically. To the earth, chemically. To the rest of the universe atomically.” I share in Joe’s enthusiasm to spread helpful, interesting and all around affirmative information, to quell the rampant fear we have as a species, and to instead acknowledge how impossibly gifted and talented many humans are and how these minds are drastically altering our future in extraordinary ways. There's tons of content on his site, YouTube, Google, etc.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVbc0b5yN1M

Joe remains a realist, seeing both the extreme pros and cons of modern day man. He maintains humility, knowing there’s a black hole of information we’ve yet to glean, while maintaining awe at those who are at the forefront of discovery and innovation. Recently he’s had the optimistic filmmaker and futurist, Jason Silva, on his very unique and influential podcast. They discuss the advent of technology and it’s increasingly inevitable integration with humans and how these forms of exploration and inventions will have unimaginable effects on our biology, neurology, chemistry and on the many issues concerning the world today (over-population, resource depletion, consumption, mental and physical diseases, religion, geopolitical power, space exploration, etc.). These conversations leave me more informed than I was going in, inspired to be, think and do better, and they give me tremendous hope and optimism for our future.

There’s a long list of artistic and scientific minds with whom I do not agree 100%, on many subjects, but that doesn’t mean I cannot be open to their ideas and learn from them. To write anyone off, from those you love to strangers on the street, famous and virtually unknown, is to do ourselves a disservice. I don’t have to adhere to it all to find it valuable or beneficial. People all over the world, young and old, exhibiting their own forms of success and expressing their own truths, are worth our time and energy. Feeling confident in what we know while also carrying the humility required to keep learning and improving is imperative. And if you can share some laughs while also being asked to ponder and question everyday realities, it’s a win-win. Give one of Joe Rogan’s methods of expression a shot. I guarantee you’ll be surprised, enlightened and entertained. What’s better than that?

"We're here to eat the sandwich." http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zyc12-neTjM&feature=fvsr

There’s plenty of bullshit and crushing evidence of darkness to complain about, but what the hell does that do? There’s also an overwhelming plethora of emerging radiance stemming from human beings. You’re one of them. Stay informed, open, humorous and optimistic. It ruins your and others’ experience being Polly Pissy Pants. You can remain a realist and choose to absorb information that betters you and adds to your level of success and contentment. It is a choice. Choose wisely. And never stop laughing.