I’ve been on a media/tech/internet fast for the last few weeks and I’ve got to say that it agrees with me. We’ve moved into a nice, two-bedroom upscale condo and I talked me wife into not signing up for cable or internet service. We’ve got Net Flix and a steady rotation of Sesame Street and Flight of the Concords. The internet service is sketchy and pirated and my email account is approaching quadruple figures in unopened/unreturned emails. Oh well.

I’m going back to following my instincts, guides if you will, and they often tell me seemingly counter-productive paths to follow but somehow in the larger view I actually end up ahead. Recently there have been many “good reasons” to not follow these unconventional to say the least avenues and I’ve actively tried to do things more like the rest of my fellow humans. I’m going to take a break from that now and go back to being “quirky” and “weird”. Later, when and if things work out for me, I’m often then considered lucky. Prior to this impending success however I am near universally considered reckless, naive and perhaps dumb.

I’ve been playing the local Thursday night cash game here and surprisingly it’s been lots of fun. My wife no longer enjoys it though because I raise all the time, rarely get pushed off hands and call down bluffs ridiculously light—in other words I play real poker. The beauty of it is that I am the person people most want to bluff and I am also the person who runs and shows the biggest bluffs.

Last week I had a guy call me down with King high as if he was Tom Dwan. Another guy called three streets of large bets with Ace high primarily because before the hand had even been dealt I had stated that I was going to play it really big and aggressively. I flopped second pair, turned two pair and bet big the whole way. Naturally I would have slowed up had I whiffed completely.

It’s not really poker, but it’s close and the people playing are really the kind that’s worth spending some time around.

I’ve finally got a pretty sweet private gym. It got a PX90/Rocky VI feel to it. I do most of my training out in nature, but on rainy days or with my high ability clients we get to have a place we can really get down to it. I have some world class athletes coming to train end of the year so I’ve picked up my personal intensity and I’m training myself more like I would if I had to do more than to just look pretty. Hopefully that is understood as humor.

I’m also getting back into golf after having not played or practiced in nearly a year and a half. The positive is that I was undergoing a huge swing change when I stopped and now I “remember” the new swing more than the old. After practicing maybe half a dozen times in the last two weeks I went to the range today and hit some of the most beautiful seven irons I’ve ever seen. The flag was 190 out and I hit so many easy slight draws that I found it hard to believe. My trajectory for my seven is like a normal person’s nine. I walked a round next to Tiger a few years back and of all the strikingly different things he does his trajectory stands out. He was playing with Davis Love, also a high ball hitter, and it was remarkable how much easier it was for Tiger to hold greens with his high loft.

I apologize for all the unreturned emails.

Thanks for reading.