2. Talk to strangers
This episode of Gordon Ramsey’s show where he yells at people in kitchens… is incredible.
…We are pretending to be adults and we are all adults but we don’t have to feel like that here.
You can call me an idealist, but if there’s one thing we can all agree upon it’s that history has an awful habit of repeating itself. It seems to me that no time or place or person of greatness was born out of an easy existence.
This country isn’t solely defined by people whose concept of it was cemented centuries ago. This defining process is still evolving.
With the 2012 Olympics looming around the corner, the games will be a common topic of discussion at water coolers, bars, homes and cocktail parties around the world. If your knowledge of olympic history is lacking, but you’d like to take part in these conversation — look no further!
Those of us who live far from home experience a longing for it that you can only know if you’ve lived away for a real length of time. We romanticize where we’re from and talk about it with an appreciation we didn’t have for it when we lived there.
The typical superficial response: The former is better because it encourages freedom, while the latter restricts it. A smarter retaliation: If you can’t opt to restrict freedom, you’re not free.
When I was 25 I decided to quit my job and move back in with my parents. Before I moved, I was living on the coast of San Diego County, working for a newspaper in Del Mar, where I was the only reporter and photographer. I worked less than 35 hours a week and could surf before and after work—sometimes surfing during work hours if the waves were good enough and I had my three stories for the week in.
That year I wore a yellow t-shirt and white Asic Tigers with red and blue stripes every chance I had. America hadn’t gone to war yet, Conor Oberst was still in Omaha, and at times my phone would ring telling me there was a show that night at the Sokol Underground.