Having a fantastic career doesn’t require an act of magic. It requires lots of hard work, patience, and some psychological tricks and tips. The best part is that you don’t even need a self-help book! There are some scientifically-sound tips and tricks that can really make all the difference:
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You know when you’re drowning with work, wrestling with the same thing for days and days and days and days. That’s the kind of mood I’m in.
Then today, while staring at my screen and wrestling some more, and out of absolutely NO WHERE, I got the sudden taste of the fries I used to eat at Crown Hotel when I was a kid. With a lot of salt, pepper, and ketchup. The taste was so specific in my mouth that for a minute or two, I could even smell the pool’s chlorine and the sunscreen.
Absolutely crazy, isn’t it?
I was really young, maybe 9 or 10. I was so young that I don’t have the slightest clue where the hotel was/is located, georgaphically speaking, and I’ve been driving in Amman for well over ten years. I haven’t thought of these memories since I was a kid.
I did a quick search and didn’t really find anything online, except in this shady website that has probably not been updated since 1998.
Is that room with the leather chairs supposed to be a bar?
The human brain is CRAYYYZAY.
A bit late… but July was out of this world. 6 cities in 3 weeks. I saw more than 10 shows, including Muse, Judas Priest, and Ensiferum. I also turned 30. DAMN I’M IN MY 30’S! I remember changing my blog bio from “late teens” to “early twenties” to “mid twenties” to “late twenties”. Now, I’ll have to change it to “early 30’s”. Or maybe I’ll just say “30”.
Pictorial Archive of Life
Pictorial Archive of Life
Books seem endless, don’t they? And books are endless, I guess. There are always new books being written, authors self publishing, new ideas coming up.
The non-romantic truth though is that the majority of books are crap. Achieving the mastery of writing is no easy task, and a fantastic book is harder to find than an authentic Gutenberg Bible. So, good books are quite limited, and very celebrated.
Unfortunately for myself, I can now say that I’ve read to the end of my favorite genre… science fiction and fantasy.
The end came as the result of a systematic ravaging of the genre. I’ve gone through many, many lists, and read the books listed title by title. NPR’s 100 Best Fantasy and Science Fiction books. Hugo Award winners and runners up. Nebula Award winners. Random lists on Amazon and GoodReads. Random recommendations.
Around the end of last year, I reached the last few “Popular” titles that I’ve left to the end of my genre journey, and for the most part, they have been consistently crap.
How the hell do you go back to reading “normal” books when you’ve spent a decade with astronauts, elves, and alien races?
I don’t know.
And I’m really sad.