Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Last Lineup of the Summer...



The Lineup: August ‘10

What I can’t live without: Inspiration.  The 4-Hour Workweek.  Without question one of the two most inspirational books that I’ve ever read and it couldn’t have come at a better time for me.  All great accomplishments require some level of “outside-the-box thinking” and this book not only lets you in on the secret but also draws out a map for you to get there.
(Related: Dark Blue (Wed 9pm TNT))

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

... a marathon, not a sprint.




Finish Line

You show me a runner and I’ll show you someone who can be a successful entrepreneur.

Many parallels can be drawn between running and entrepreneurship.  First and foremost, they are both difficult as hell to be good at.  There is nothing simple about trying to get in shape through running and the same goes for attempting to turn an idea into something that provides a lifetime of income.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ladies of the night...


Even Exchange.

Why is prostitution illegal?

Seriously.  The idea that two consenting adults engaging in sexual intercourse for money is illegal, is completely absurd.  Frowned upon?  Sure.  A crime?  I don’t think so.  The criminalization of prostitution is rooted in an old puritan mentality where the slightest mentioning of sex is taboo.  Its time we all grow up and admit to what prostitution really is.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

These are our heroes?



Mad(e) Men

"I never prayed to God I prayed to Gotti"
-  Jay-Z, “D’Evils”

Rick Ross has recently stirred up some beef.  No, not with another rapper but ironically with the family of a real life gangster that he chose to make reference to.  Carmine Gotti, the grandson of crime boss John Gotti, lambasted Rick Ross for naming his album "Teflon Don", his granddaddy’s nickname.  Carmine felt that Gotti earned the moniker through actual crime and Rick Ross didn't have the resume to live up to that name. 

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Flight #130 - On Time - Gate D5


Layover.

As I'm writing this, I’m sitting at a small airport pub in Salt Lake City, Utah.  I’m 17 minutes into a two-hour layover between Philly and Oakland.  For many people, the word layover is a kin to a nightmare.  People despise the boredom, unrest and anxiety while sitting in a limbo of sorts for hours.  But for me, airports have always been a fascinating place to spend my time.