It is 100 Days until the new year.

That said, THE season of the year has arrived. From summer's reprieve and the fall of leaves to my Carniverary and Thanksgiving with buildups to Christmas and New Year's Eve, can there be a better season?

And THIS is the season in which I rumble into a string of Carnivore wins. I had a soft opening to my Carnivore routine: I ran it for 3 days. The rhythm is ready.

I am not doing the Expeditionary approach of 2018-2023; I am not weighing myself. I just can't do anything with those numbers! They are the sort of thing that looks good on paper. No, I'm interested in capabilities and aesthetics. I did the numbers game; chasin' that scale is a hollow pursuit.

From the Start of Fall to the Start of Spring: FTL Jumps & Tape Measure

Speaking of capabilities and aesthetics, I am writing things down to compare notes. Winter is coming...where I will be when winter leaves?

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The Countdown

I began an entry yesterday...

The First Day. This is gonna be one of those special days. Oh, it's not one of those special days for most folks—they need something visceral—go to Legoland or some other nonsense. I was gonna wait to Saturday for it, the official start of autumn, but here it is: I'm bringing 2020 back, one of the BEST years of my life.

I then went on a spill about my schema of Fitness Guru, Blade Runner and Entrepreneur while folding into a matrix of Reduce, Reuse, Recycle and...REORGANIZE!

I had a moment of clarity yesterday: life is all about the organization. And to achieve optimal performance there's this continual reorganization that must be undertaken. It is one of those approaching zero things. It ties into everything: entropy, state of mind, fitness, tabletop gaming, workshop spaces, linguistics and so on—its applicative resonance is endless. Everything is one; everything is tied together.

Rifts in organization in one focus can creep corruption in all. When we are out of sync, when we play out of rhythm or are off-key, when we are disorganized, we are not at optimal performance. In context of inputs and outputs, the fruit of failure is in the organization.

Why wasn't Organization a subject in school growing up? Or was it EVERY SUBJECT? Math? English? Science? History? Art? Music? This cultivation of the garden was from the beginning and is systemic to every avenue.

3-Something in the Mornings

I have this gamification idea in my head as it relates to fitness. It's nothing new: establish benchmarks to hit and achieve levels for a reward. Rinse and repeat. But, I don't think I've run across its application for fitness restarts. I need to hammer out its details. That said, I am in my second day of carnivore and woke up to another 3-Something in the Morning...

I've got half the mind to shut down this site for good. See, I tend to talk to myself when I've got another Rubix's Cube in my life. You shoulda seen me in my workshop with a pencil doing the math on my bench—you'd think I was hosting a talkshow!

This place isn't expensive to run; 2022's domain + hosting set me back me all of $19.64. While it's a few bucks more than a bag of Black Rifle Coffee from the Bass Pro Shop at the Pyramid, the shelf life is oh so much better!

But, I got to thinking: I don't need to weaken/remove my presence here—I need to go FULL THROTTLE! This is more than a place to flip a few words onto their heads; it's a place to get things done!

This site spearheads my projects. I think without it, I'd watch ol' Lorelai, Michael Scott or Barney Fife and go on a run through the entire catalogs of Little Debbie, Blue Bell and Lay's.

Now, that's one corpus that makes a body a corpse!

Tangentially relevant: one of my more endearing memories was getting off work providing IT support for Germantown Baptist in 2002. Across the street from the church, I'd pick up a snack bag of California Dill Pickle Lay's Chips and a 20 oz bottle of Vanilla Coke. Then for that long I-240 South drive back to Jackson Ave, I'd listen to...

...the Counting Crows' Hard Candy (2002)...

...Creed's Weathered (2001)...

....Nickleback's Silver Side Up (2001)...

...or Weezer's Pinkerton (1996).

I recall a December evening in that space with embers of Sun on the horizon. Flowing my arm out the window of that Chevy Silverado, winter was stinging as I listened to Counting Crows' track, Miami...

It's all so long ago but it was yesterday. I feel like I could be pulling into a parking spot at the Mug and run into a roomful of friends...

And here I am.

Tangent aside, if I may borrow from an album that played heavy in my rotation from way back when, All That You Can't Leave Behind (Fall 2000): I just might Walk On from Stars Hollow, Scranton and Mayberry. Maybe it's time to board the Galactica...