In my quest for minimalism and simplicity, one of the first areas of my life I looked to reduce was my wallet. I’ve never kept a titanic trifold, but it was always big enough to bother me when I sat down… forcing me to wag myself into a position where it wasn’t as much of . . .
Want to know the secret behind MJ’s skills? Clapton’s “slowhand”? Picaso’s brush? If you think any of those individuals was born with a gift…you’re dead wrong. Experts say that it takes 10,000 hours of dedicated practice until you can acquire mastery in one area of your life. You can bet your ass . . .
It’s easy to keep yourself busy… your mind focused on something… but knowing the right things to focus on is what separates those who succeed from those who fail. For example, today I spent probably 2 or 3 hours making minor visual adjustments to this site. Is that really going to make a difference . . .
I’m still trying to figure out the best ways to use Facebook and Twitter without letting them be total time-drains, but here’s my current methodology for using them right now: 1. Only check them once a day That is easily the quickest way to reduce the time you spend on the two sites. The past week or two . . .
The power of peer pressure should never be understated. Why do you dress the way you do (and not some other outlandish way)? Why do your projects and homework assignments always seem to get completed in time… even if you tactfully delay them until the very last minute? How come minorities do worse on . . .
Over the past few months, I’ve become much more aware of my habits and the mannerisms of others, thanks largely in part to a psychology of the self class I took my last semester at college. It was hands down the best class I took while at St. Joe’s… the content was relevant (what is more pertinent than . . .
I wrote this paper for my art history class. Enjoy! I peevishly plodded into the Philadelphia Museum of Art on a brisk Saturday afternoon, hung-over, not necessarily in the mood to be analyzing artwork. I had not been to a museum in ages, so I was not exactly sure what to expect. As I dragged my . . .