Guilleabeau is a world traveler who has been to every country in the world. He's also a pretty good writer, and this, his third book, is his best to date.
I think a lot of people are happy to live routine lives; maybe some in that category would still be inspired if they read this book. I'm sure many people happy with their routines would not be inspired, because hey... thinking that you can have a non-routine life, if you really wanted it, is kind of threatening to some people.
Anyway, Guilleabeau is quite clear: If you want to go on a "quest" in your life, the only limitation to what you can accomplish if your own imagination.
Some people just aren't that imaginative. Their loss.
If you are the imaginative type, and if you're willing to make sacrifices to live your dreams, read this book. It will help you focus/refocus on what you need to be doing with your life.
at all possible to have a meaningful, purpose-driven, organized life?
I've been working on that for years, and I'm not sure I'm any closer to
the goal. I suppose life is just about trying to move forward, but I'm
no longer sure that "moving forward" and "progressing" are the same
things. Ever feel like you're moving forward only to find out you're on a
Twenty years ago, I had a roommate named Larry. Larry was a full-blown southern-Illinois cowboy. He wore the cowboy hat around the Eastern Illinois University campus, and he knew hundreds of different line dances.
I was into Megadeth and KISS at the time, but it was the era of grunge, and metal seemed like it was dying, if not already six feet under. So, thanks in part to Larry, and in part to Kurt Cobain, I decided I'd give Country a shot.
Country didn't stick me for long, but I did manage to give it a fair shot -- at least a few months. I even joined Larry and the girls of 8J at a honkytonk in Champaign, Illinois, before finally admitting that Country was not the uniform for me.
In a certain sense, music is a sort of uniform, and it's easy to define yourself (or to allow yourself to be defined) by the type of music you listen to. Even today, I'm sure people label me as a "Hair Metal guy," although I'm not really sure what that label means in 2014. I'm sure it doesn't mean what it meant in the 1980s.
But what does it mean to be a "Country guy" in 2014? On a whim, for the first time in twenty years, I decided to start listening to Country music again. The first few songs I listened to sounded vaguely familiar, but Country does seem to have evolved over the past 20 years. Take Jerrod Niemann's "I Could Drink to That All Night," which was one of the first Country songs I heard when I switched my radio dial to uncharted territory. I was used to the rock influence in Country music, but wow. When did hip-hop fully blend into the scene?
So this is Country in 2014? If so, I like what I'm hearing. Will it stick with me for good this time around? I don't know, but I consider this listening experiment to be "musical tourism." It's fun to hear what's out there, but I know I can always "go home" (e.g. my Pandora stations or Hair Nation on satellite radio) when I'm ready to sleep in my own musical bed, so to speak.
Could a computer write a hit pop song? Why not? The
Australian comedy trio Axis of Awesome demonstrated that many pop songs follow
a basic four chord formula. If that’s all it takes, then certainly a computer
should be capable of reproducing the formula. For all I know, maybe computers
already generate all pop songs already.
If computers did produce the music you love to listen
to, would it bother you? Maybe pop music doesn’t qualify as “art,” but what
about traditional European classical music? Bach and Beethoven and Mozart were
all geniuses, right? And their music isn’t just simply the equivalent of
disposable plastic eating utensils; it’s the fine china of the music world. If
a computer could compose original classical music, that would be a feat indeed,
wouldn’t it? Would it at the same time diminish the genius behind the original
human creations of the past masters?
The problem with computer-generated music – pop or
classical – is that it’s all derivative. But perhaps that isn’t a problem. After all, people
like things to be derivative, don't they? Any time a group releases a new album, they always seem to promise that they've learned their lesson -- that the new album will simply deliver everything that their fans liked from previous
albums. When an album bombs, it’s generally because the new work goes too far beyond
what the fans expect. AC/DC may be one of the most famous examples of a group
making a career on giving the fans exactly what they want with each song, and nothing new or unexpected.
Computers can create successful songs
according to formula, and they have the ability to write lyrics – after all,
pop lyrics aren’t all that sophisticated, even if some songs do boast a whole
team of song writers. And in 2011, the Japanese pop group AKB48 – a girl group
with over eighty members – went as far as to create a virtual member, Aimi
Perhaps all that’s left for computer programmers to
do is to create a computer-generated audience, or if that’s too virtual for
your reality, then they could integrate these simulated people into human-like robotic bodies. The
ultimate act of human creation may eventually lead to eliminating the need for
human beings altogether.
Is the elimination of the need for people the end
result of evolution, or as sentient beings interested in our own survival, shouldn’t
we be fighting against being made redundant?
“I visualize a time when we will be to robots what
dogs are to humans, and I’m rooting for the machines.” – Claude Shannon
Does failure result solely from the lack of will to
succeed? That’s a rather provocative question, and to fully understand what it
means, perhaps it would be a good idea to examine a few examples. Let’s just
brainstorm and randomly see what develops.
War on Drugs. Pretty much a failure, right? Why? Too much money in the drug
trade; too much consumer demand for illegal drugs.
War on Terrorism. Failure? The use of force exhibited in Boston after the
Marathon bombings was impressive, but the lack of intelligence needed to
prevent the bombing from occurring in the first place is less than impressive.
War on Poverty. “If people are poor, then they should working harder and do
something about it. It’s not my problem.” The lack of success resulted from the inability to overcome an entrenched attitude.
We like to declare war on problems. No one ever
declares peace on problems. “War” indicates we mean business, but unfortunately
metaphorical wars lack set-piece battles. The theory behind the set-piece
battle is that two sides confront each other directly, and the side left
standing is the victor. I’m not sure such set-piece battles have existed in
reality since Roman times; regardless, set-piece battles certainly aren’t possible against
Although we’d like to fight the battle once, declare
victory, and go on with our lives, that’s not the way it works. In my own life,
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished to fix my car once and have it fixed forever. Or, when I go buy groceries, how I
secretly wish that my fridge and kitchen cabinets will stay stocked from now
through the rest of eternity. My will
for the fulfillment of such fantasies is strong, but the reality of life doesn’t
seem to care about how strong my will might happen to be.
If the will to succeed is fighting a war, it’s
actually fighting a war against reality. As far as I can tell, reality always
triumphs over fantasy. The desire to live in fantasy is strong, even understandable,
but the truth of reality always outlasts any siege of fantasy.
Success, then, has nothing to do with will. Rather, it has to do with acceptance. Accepting reality is the
first key to success. Trying to will reality to be different only results in
the failure of fantasy.
How can problems best be accepted and addressed in a
realistic manner? Why do we often insist on engaging in fantasy battles
destined to fail?
“Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality
to be experienced” – Soren Kierkegaard
I’ve been reading student essays for the past
fifteen years, and I wish I knew how many times I’ve read students write the
following: “We, as humans, ….” Most of the times I just mark out “as
humans” and go on reading.
Quite honestly, I probably haven’t given the
phrase any deep thought, but the qualification does seem to imply that the “we”
the students speak of could be something other than human. What exactly could “we”
be, if not human? Perhaps an examination of this question has merit.
Take, gender, for example. One feminist writer
described gender as a copy without an original. Essentially, gender is “prescribed”
– by culture, or religion, etc. What it means to be “male” or “female” are simply ideas, and all of us pick up on the particular ideas created by the
group(s) we belong to.
Assuming this is true, it makes sense to suggest
that what it means to be human works the same way. What does it mean to be human? Homo sapiens belong to the animal
kingdom, but when people speak of being human, don’t they often imply that
being human is different from being
animal? To be human, in other words, is to be more than “animal.” Isn’t it
interesting that students, perhaps subconsciously, feel the need to clarify
Human beings are
animals, although I’ve really never had any students focus on this aspect
of what it means to be human. To be human means, or so it would seem, trying
to escape being animal. When students write “we, as humans,” it’s almost as if
they are declaring their commitment to the idea that human beings have the
ability – and the obligation – to transcend their animal origins. To be human
means not to be supernatural, but natural in a manner generally accepted as
being more than animal.
Can you adequately define what it means to be
human, or do all attempts at definition fall short?
“No tendency is quite so strong in human nature as
the desire to lay down the rules of conduct for other people.” – William Howard
In high school I didn’t know much about Shakespeare,
and I didn’t care. If we did read any of his work in any of my English classes, I’m
sure it was Romeo and Juliet, which
is probably one of his most “accessible” plays. I don’t recall if we read it or
not, though, as I’ve done a fairly good job of blacking out all memories of
English classes from high school.
My freshman year was my last year in Honors English.
At that point in my life, I didn’t know the meaning of homework or studying. If
I didn’t know something immediately, it probably wasn’t worth knowing, or so I
thought. Besides, each English period was a perfect opportunity to work on my
novel. I called it a novel, but it was actually just episodic scribbling. I
spent an entire year working on my writing, but I have to admit it was crap. I
wish I would have had more direction on how to write, but like I said, I wasn’t
in the mindset to study craft. That wouldn’t happen until college.
By the time I reached college, I fell into being an
English major. This was rather unexpected, as I hadn’t previously enjoyed
reading, per se. Other than reading about ten William F. Buckley spy novels, I
can’t remember reading any books prior to college. I read a lot of magazines
cover to cover, but no books. Certainly not Shakespeare.
If a sign of cultural literacy is being about to
identify five plays by Shakespeare, I would have failed the test. By the start
of my sophomore year in college, however, I was hooked on books. I was so hooked
that I signed up for a Shakespeare class in the summer. As I recall, most of
the students in this class didn’t have a serious interest in being there. Some,
I’m sure, were English majors, but they were there mainly to knock out a quick
class. Who wants to spend three hours every morning for five weeks learning
Actually, what could be better than that? Unfortunately,
the professor considered himself to be more actor than teacher. He would spend
the class time doing “dramatic readings” of each play’s most essential scenes.
All his performances did, however, was to remind me of why I hated English
classes in high school. In high school, students would be called to read
paragraphs out loud, and this could be quite a painful experience to listen to.
A lot of high school students, believe it or not, cannot read very well,
especially out loud. Their voices are monotone, and they mispronounce many of
the words. While my college professor tried to add some passion to his performance,
I didn’t find having Shakespeare spoken to me to help my appreciation any.
I have to admit that I had just discovered Cliffs
Notes, and although I would read each play, I would immediately read the
summary and analysis of the “experts.” For some reason, I guess I still thought
that literature could be distilled down into an “answer.” Yes, I had a lot to
learn. Shakespeare, or any great author, cannot be captured in plot or theme or
symbolism. Reading Shakespeare is an experience, and maybe I wouldn’t realize
that fully until I had the opportunity to read his work more thoughtfully as a
Does Shakespeare matter? Yes, very much so, but it
would take me about ten years of dedicated study to fully (or maybe just partially?) understand why.
Almost 500 years later, William Shakespeare is still
considered to be the greatest writer (in the English language) of all time.
What is your experience with Shakespeare, and does he “matter” to you?
“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is
oft interred with their bones.” – William Shakespeare
Murders are rare in Rochester, Minnesota. To my
knowledge, only one has occurred in the past two years, and it took place in my
neighborhood – about a ½ mile from my front door.
My neighborhood loops in a circle, and the backside
of the circle is a crappy road surrounded on both sides by brush and woods. A
few houses sprinkle these woods, but it’s basically an isolated spot.
Sometimes in the summers, we’ll walk the loop. I’m
not paranoid, but every time I walk this section – even before the murder – I find
myself wondering what I’d do if a car drove up, and the occupants inside
started to mess with me. Would I stand and fight? Would I try to flee into the
brush? Or would I just stand and wait to see my fate?
I feel safe where I live, but I try to be conscious
of my surroundings at all times. When the young man was murdered – apparently the
victim of a drug-related crime – no police officers swept our neighborhood
looking for the suspects. In fact, we noticed no additional level of police
presence in our neighborhood whatsoever. If I hadn’t happened upon a newspaper
that week, I might never even have known that a murder had taken place.
Stories like the Rochester murder aren’t heavily reported. Reporters
from CNN don’t stand next to the memorial and report live from the scene where
the victim was “brutally and senselessly murdered.” No one shares pictures of the victim on
I don’t know why some crimes should be treated
differently than others. Some crimes seem to take on symbolic value, and the
criminals behind such crimes apparently commit their acts out of a knowledge
that symbolism matters. It will get the attention of the masses. It will be
labeled “senseless” and so on, as if a crime with a motive behind it is any
Some American cities experience scores, if not
hundreds, of murders every year. Never have I heard of such a city being placed on “lockdown”
so that police can find the killers, and yet it’s a safe bet that most of
these urban killers live in the same neighborhoods as the people they’ve
killed. What makes the lives of these urban victims – or the victim of the
young man killed in Rochester – any less valuable to police and media attention?
Since when should the symbolism behind the crime count for more than the crime’s
What is the appropriate police response to a
criminal act? Should symbolic acts of violence elicit a greater police
“The toilets at a local police station have been
stolen. Police say they have nothing to go on.” – Ronnie Baker
I dream it to be, well, hotter than hell. The upside
to that, of course, is less tourists.
I dream it to be dirty, and I dream it to be crowded,
and I dream it to be poor. On the other hand, I dream it to be the opposite of
those things, too.
I dream of India because I have never been there,
and I honestly have no idea what it’s like.
Why dream of India? Fair question, dear reader, but
do you have control over what dreams invade your sleep at night? Neither do I,
and neither do I have control, really, over what I dream about when I’m awake.
It’s a cliché to say that life’s a dream, but behind
the cliché is at least some truth. While I dream of India from miles away,
other people have taken the leap to experience their dreams in person. What do
they see when they arrive in the place once only dreamt upon? Does the reality
live up to the dream, or is the reality simply an extension of the dream –
experienced as life, but actually no different from the dream itself?
How does one “experience” the dream? I’ve been
places. Not India, but other places. My experiences in these places are now
housed in memories. If memories are not enough, I have pictures on my computer
to show me that I was there, and these pictures compete with memory. Both
inform my experience, but both are incomplete, often providing alternative
narratives of what I would like to designate as “reality.” Maybe I should go
back to these places to see for myself, but going back is impossible. Perhaps,
then, I should just go to sleep. Let the questions of memory and experience and
reality fade into nothingness – until the visions of India rise out of nowhere
once more, tempting me to create stories of reality from my places of fantasy.
Where do your dreams take you?
“Without a dream you’ll not get anywhere.” – Kofi Annan
I like to think I’m special, but if forced to
examine what makes me special, I might have to be honest. I’ve had a lot of
breaks and opportunities. You have, too, right? People that have had a chance
to explore their specialness have been blessed with a luxury that other people
all around the world have been denied.
Human potential. I strongly believe in it, but I
also recognize that most people do not live in circumstances that allow them to
realize their potential. I’m sure that many – probably all –kids born on May 24, 1973, have talents,
skills, perspectives, etc., which make them every bit as special as I am. How
many of them have already died before figuring out what made them special? How
many continue to live in developing countries, spending most of their energies
finding ways to survive from day to day?
At this point in my life, I don’t feel like I’ve
reached my potential. I’m nowhere near where I’d like to be in that regard. I
keep studying, and I keep thinking, and I keep working, but my ever-visible
goals remains in front of me – always just beyond my reach. From this life of
privilege I’ve enjoyed, I still feel as though my life’s mission is on the
launching pad, but when will I be given the green light to take off?
My life has been in the countdown stage for a long
time now, and perhaps the blastoff moment is near. Or, perhaps the mission will
be delayed, again, and I’ll remain on the launching pad for a little while
longer. I’m simply thankful that I’ve made it to the launching pad; most
people, or so it seems to me, never even have a chance to dream about exploring
regions beyond hand-to-mouth existence.
Has your life experienced liftoff?
“For NASA, space is still a high priority.” – Dan Quayle
Frank and Louie is a two-faced cat. Or, to put it
another way, Frank and Louie is a cat with two faces. Seems pretty freaky when
you first see it, but my thought is simply this: Does it know how to use a
litter box, and does it use its litter box each and every time it goes to the
bathroom. If so, then that cat’s alright with me.
We’ve been keeping our cat, Turkey, locked up in the
basement because she keeps peeing on our beds when she’s upstairs. She’s
literally lived in a barn for the first few months of her live, and I suppose
you can take the cat out of the barn, but you cannot take the barn out of the
Last night I felt pity for her and I let her out of
the basement. She was good all day yesterday, but this morning as I was running
around getting ready for work, she peed all over my comforter. Maybe it was a
relief for her, but it didn’t provide me with the same feeling. Needless to say,
Turkey is now back the basement and will be for the foreseeable future.
While she’s in the basement, she uses her litter box
religiously. That is, she’s very devout about using her litter box. Or, maybe I
should just say she doesn’t have any problems using her litter box. Liberate
her to the rest of the house, however, and she takes on this carpe diem attitude of “I will pee
whenever and wherever the mood strikes me.” I guess she just doesn’t want to
make the effort to go down stairs. Maybe the basement scares her?
Why are pets worth the trouble?
“Those who’ll play with cats must expect to be
scratched.” – Cervantes
So how often do you lie? And what do you lie about?
1.“How are you today?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” Maybe you’re
not fine at all, but the social convention is to say that you are. It’s a
friendly gesture, and it’s almost the equivalent of shaking hands and saying “hello.”
But if you say you’re fine when you’re not, are you lying?
2.“Do I look good in this dress?” or “How
do you like the meal?”
“You look good” or “It tastes
good.” If these responses are not true, what is the benefit to telling the
person the truth? Is it worth hurting someone’s feelings? Sometimes we lie to
protect people we love from being hurt. Is this really a bad thing? After all,
we know when the people we love want to know the truth, and we also recognize
when they don’t want to know the truth, don’t we? The above questions may be examples of when people don’t want
to know the truth, or at least don’t mind if we lie to protect their feelings.
3.“Are you hiding any Jews in your
“No.” Think about World War II
for a moment. Many people were willing to risk their lives to protect the
innocent lives of others. Obviously it was dangerous, but if they believed they
had an absolute moral imperative to always tell the truth, all a Nazi agent
would have to do is ask a simple question, and the gig would be up. This is a
much stronger version of example number 2. It’s possible, then, that a lie can
save someone’s life.
What is the last lie you told, and what
purpose did it serve? Have you ever told a “purposeless” lie (e.g. “Gee, why
did I just say that when I know it’s not true, and there was really no purpose
for me saying it?”)
“A lie told often enough becomes the truth.” – V. I.
Sometimes change is thrust upon us, yes, but I'm much more interested in the changes we initiate ourselves.
Why do we initiate change in our lives? We can walk
in the same direction for years, but then all of a sudden, we decide to walk in
a different direction. It’s likely that there’s a build-up leading up to the
moment we make the decision, but the moment itself “clicks” us in. After the
clicking moment occurs, it will take another series of events to ever cause us
to change direction again.
Sometimes the clicking moment occurs because we’ve
experienced a significant event. For example, I stopped biting my fingers this
year; that wasn’t one of my planned goals, but after getting a bad infection
and having to visit the ER at 2 a.m., I discovered it wasn’t all that difficult
Most clicking moments don’t include a visit to the
ER in the middle of the night; most changes we make originate from more subtle
origins, and sometimes the reasons behind the “click” aren’t immediately clear.
Have you ever experienced a “click” and
although you recognized the change in yourself, you didn’t fully understand why
it occurred? Were you curious enough to examine what led up to the clicking
moment, or did you take the time to create a story for yourself that explains
why you changed?
“Every now and then, I strike something that just
goes click, you know, in my head. As Gertrude Stein used to say, it rings the
bell, and I fell this is great.” – James Laughlin
The Chinese have a saying, “May you live in
interesting times.” It’s supposed to be both a blessing and a curse. A
blessing, I suppose, because at least you’ll never be bored. A curse, perhaps,
because you will always need to be alert to both dangers as well as change – no
matter how positive those changes might be.
I heard another saying on the radio yesterday, but I
didn’t catch where it originated. Maybe Russia. Anyway, it goes something like
this: “May you get the life you want.” Again, the idea behind the saying is
that it can be both a blessing and a curse. If we are in charge of our lives,
then we need to be careful, very careful about what we want. For as the
world-famous philosophers The Pussycat
Dolls remind us, “Be careful what you want ‘cause you just might get it.”
This reminds me of one final saying, which I’ve
always assumed to be taken solely as a blessing: “My cup runs over.” That’s
from Psalms 23:5, and yes, it’s about definitely about blessings. But on a
literal level, who likes it when a cup overflows? The first thing you have to
do is clean up the mess, right? In other words, you can even have too many
blessings – or at the very least, you need to invest in a larger cup.
Take stock of your life. Do you live in interesting
times? Do you have the life that you want? Does your cup run over? For me
personally, I would answer yes to all three questions. Even so, life remains
challenging, stressful, and at times, a bit overwhelming. I’m glad for my
blessings, but I’m also still trying to figure out how to handle the costs
How do you deal with blessings?
“Why has God given
me such magnificent talent? It is a curse as well as a great blessing.” –