His point is he's not the Elite Human Capital Richard Hanania talks about. And...frankly, most of us aren't, so you might as well remember that and look to your own welfare (and that of your friends and family should you have them). For that matter Hanania's Elite Human Capital seems to be defined very similarly to Hanania.
i'm going through a whole lot right now. just lost the love of my life who re-raised me healed me and made me sane with His love. i capitalize His because He was my Personal Jesus.
so James was into working out ever since he was 14. jokes about cheesy vinyl plates with crumbling concrete. he was action sports hero guy. that's what the younger cats called him because he'd grown up in the 70s 80s and jumped his bike over things still in his 50s, better shape than the kids around here.
but the cancer got him. i wonder if his heart was broken about the world because he was all LOVER.
point is, he later told me when i was having ecstatic experiences at the gym, he said, "well, yeah. the body is like... an antennae."
i bought into the trope that muscle guys were meat heads.
no!
James was saying it's an antennae to the spiritual, being alive and in your body.
i say it's like church because it takes such focus and a perfect ...marriage... between the mind and what the body can and thinks it can or can not do.
to approach squats or bench or dead lifts like you could potentially snap your back and be set back months from recouperating, you have to focus and have this conversation in your head as you're facing your potential ruin...
or wildest dreams.
all the money all the other crap is nothing next to that feeling that YOU did this and didn't have to bullshit, you can't bullshit a weight that could slip and choke you or be a little embarassing that you didn't ask for a spot in the first place now you really look like a pussy... because you failed at the conversation not because you failed the weight but because now you look like you've got an ego issue over asking for help and your muscles are about ego ...
and not God.
--
jump to, i go "insane" (sane) after i got cancelled from the womens/gay community (i know, badge of honor now but i'm still reeling), and i stopped playing me prescribed role of shucking and jiving...don't wanna be too BIG or INTIMIDATE... know your place.
how could i fake that i might as well be in savannah, georgia for all the creepy old racist tropes in wide open that EVERYONE'S pretending they don't see as they ...oh stop it.
that's what i did.
i was depressed and wanted to go out and die and James wanted me here so i stayed and got kicked out of places and the gyms the ymca... man... broke my heart. just speaking up because now i had to stay alive for James because he said to stay and i said only if i don't have to behave... and he thought and agreed.
i danced in public because i was JITTERY with fuck you freedom and LIFE.
and you know who had my back? MEN.
so i get kicked out of the gym and end up at James' gym which used to be a gold's and was a place for real lifters because it's the only one that had squat racks and the lighting was amazing (sky lights open plan). anyhow, i go there and even though it was already some other place and corporate, there will still legacy lifters from the gold's days.
and WHOA! it was like going into a church. there were the fluffy machine people on the perifery, but the free weight area was most of it and there was a HUMMMMM....
and because i'd been a street kid young and had to learn to read minds (or i'm starting to think that's WHY i ended up a runaway kid always in trouble... we SCARE the normals and they hurt us try to eradicate silence us or prove themselves right for being assholes... i'm going through a lot of realizations right now)
anyhow, once i got off the computer crap stopped working as my career was dead and i didn't CARE about what i'd done seemed to be a waste i was just a token step n fetchit and went chapelle, basically. i GET it. i thought i was above the joke.
the joke is EVERYWHERE. time has not passed.
this is the cowboy holding onto open land but...progress MUST come in and sodomize it all just...because what else? ain't shit on TV as we used to say as to WHY NOT?
i felt like there was all this mind reading and yeah a lot of guys came onto me, because you're supposed to, but they took care of me protected me from the encroaching sameness when that gym then started to try and ban me for dancing in between sets while i myself was lifting.
i felt TINGLES when lifting. it's very sexy. it's been a year and a half. stopped to take care of James. man. he still was action sports super hero.
when i saw him try to try and lift just the bar on the squat, i almost couldn't move to pull him back up.
i'm STILL not sure he could be dead. it's like ...REALLY???
but he was right about antennae. those guys were more spiritual and matter of fact BECAUSE they were practicing every day facing terror and transcending and the tingles!
i know you all feel the tingles.
i've gotta get back to the tingles.
but now i see why the normies called them meat heads. to belittle all they are and what they know.
there's a sense of honor and respect that also comes from facing the weights. you lift anything of any consequence, you come to them with respect. mad respect.
that carries over into how they treat themselves and others. you have to have someone twisted up to do otherwise.
such men from my experience and seeing, no matter where i've lifted, what state or anywhere, there's this respect serious lifters have for someone who is trying and putting in the work and respect.
it's like a secret society of loner guys. (most such guys tend to be thinkers and feelers)
so i think "yeah, of course" that you cried. i'd listen to music dance between sets stretch moooove and it opened up everything inside of me. all the "civilized" acting had no room because i was in PRAYER to God with my attention.
whoever your God is.
i saw it. the guys saw ME. that's when i knew i wasn't crazy. i'd left the streets (where this 6th sense awareness is necessary to survive--boy girl man woman old young...). but it was in the service of monk like prayer.
and then it makes who you are how you walk how you deal with people.
i'm not talking about the fluffy lifters. James said there was a difference between body builders and lifters. one was usually fat in sweats but huge and the fluffy ones were designer muscles for look.
but
yeah. i get it.
no one talks about it but the guys agreed when i'd talk to them about the spiritual aspects to serious lifting.
and LOTS of trippy serendipitous stuff happened because of all that concentrated magic. i felt at HOME and the real regular world seemed cheesier and cheesier. the guys let me dance around and treated me as their younger sister whenever i got beat up for dancing outside or management wanted to expel me.
the men there let me be who i was and ENCOURAGED it. i'd get them to stop mackin' on me by STARTING deep conversations once in awhile. they relaxed and liked it.
Other women there wouldn’t have the same take because they had bitch face on to keep from having to be polite and chit chat. Guys would ask me to set them up because they felt like the women treated them as rapists for even smiling.
And young lifter guys in their 20s would cry after raging about why women liked 150 pound men. they were there to be better men for their WOMEN. The 150 pound men are like besties not men. straight is irrelevant as even straight women have turned into lesbians.
They don’t feel the tingles.
Erika
(i'm in writing mode hence the ooze all over your stack. be like the guys at the gym and just know sometimes you've gotta let it out)
okay, good. you don't think i'm insane. you never know.
so please don't compare yourself and all you are and do to the normies' standard of moral physical or even their definition of love. not to get too woo woo but you know it becomes and incantation.
the task before us is for you/us visionaries to keep pointing away from their concepts of ANYTHING, in order for us to wander 40 years in the desert so that may we come up with something that turns away from them. has built something else doesn't need...
all that.
keep going. you're fearless. good because there's so little TIME.
thank you for your condolences and responding so openly and kindly.
Let me toss in two ideas here: One, I stopped and didn't want to be move up in IT, because I do IT and not management which is a radically different (human) skillset. No revelation, just "That job would not suit me and my nature." Easy.
It's so easy in fact, it's downright stupid: so WHY would any self-effacing worker, who knows himself as all of us do, try it? Easy: back in the Union days companies got bludgeoned into the habit of yearly raises, CoL etc. That is, IF you just stayed some machinist, you'd still go up because you're now the oldest best machinist on the floor and valuable.
You know what I'm going to say: Under our new EHC/outsourcing rules, all your knowledge are worth zero to us. Things you know about the company, can solve issues in half the time, seen everything before, know everyone? Yeah, that and a nickle will get you a nickel. So you HAVE to do something you HATE and are TERRIBLE at just not to lose your car.
Complaining? Yet another victim? Not exactly: I'd like to tell companies hey maybe they should stop LOSING MONEY, pissing off both customers and employees alike and positioning everybody in the seat that they're WORST for. Would that -- I dunno -- save like millions a year and make you "Most loved company in the city" 10 years in a row? Yes. And not "It costs peanuts to do this" no. It actually MAKES peanuts, you will be MORE profitable. You'll be paying everyone 10% more and getting 20% back out of them no one notices.
So saving that 10% -- like they do now, everywhere I go -- COSTS them 20%, then they wither, die, and go out business, while making everyone: workers, customers, the whole city itself, entirely and pointlessly miserable.
All because they couldn't be bothered to do Cost-of-Living, have "Expertise" and just hire/raise a guy because you can't do without him, and you do NOT want the dock guy or the boiler cleaner as a salesman or VP. Usually. So pay them what they need to stay, have no problems, put your feet on your desk, and stop chasing untrained minimum-wage help all day. It's COSTING you money. Big money.
By the way (reaches for brochure) you remind me of someone else who revered the lowest of society, and there’s a bit of Good News I think you’ll want to hear about…
At some point, I wonder if your LHC mindset results in either becoming a leftist to assault the self anointed superior caste, or just dealing meth and getting blown by your cousin. Keep me apprised.
Agree with your sentiments. For years a song has gone through my mind when I approach a new task or goal. Warren Zevon's Looking For the Next Best Thing
I worked hard, but not for the money
I did my best to please
I used to think it was funny
'Til I realized it was all a tease
Don Quixote had his windmills
Ponce de Leon took his cruise
Took Sinbad seven voyages
To see that it was all a ruse
That's why I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best but I'm settling for less
So I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
All alone on the road to perfection
At the inspection booth, they tried to discourage me
You can believe what you want, that'll never change it
Low Human Capital does not think this elegantly. I am not saying this to cheer you up.
Low human capital doesn't mean low human.
His point is he's not the Elite Human Capital Richard Hanania talks about. And...frankly, most of us aren't, so you might as well remember that and look to your own welfare (and that of your friends and family should you have them). For that matter Hanania's Elite Human Capital seems to be defined very similarly to Hanania.
Ain’t that the truth, Anon.
Great read. Thank you, sir. 👊🏻
“I am an anti-everything man. A scab on the lips of the Lord…. And my caustic dismissal, is all I need to get you to fall on your sword.”
- C. Taylor
Thank you for reading :)
i'm going through a whole lot right now. just lost the love of my life who re-raised me healed me and made me sane with His love. i capitalize His because He was my Personal Jesus.
so James was into working out ever since he was 14. jokes about cheesy vinyl plates with crumbling concrete. he was action sports hero guy. that's what the younger cats called him because he'd grown up in the 70s 80s and jumped his bike over things still in his 50s, better shape than the kids around here.
but the cancer got him. i wonder if his heart was broken about the world because he was all LOVER.
point is, he later told me when i was having ecstatic experiences at the gym, he said, "well, yeah. the body is like... an antennae."
i bought into the trope that muscle guys were meat heads.
no!
James was saying it's an antennae to the spiritual, being alive and in your body.
i say it's like church because it takes such focus and a perfect ...marriage... between the mind and what the body can and thinks it can or can not do.
to approach squats or bench or dead lifts like you could potentially snap your back and be set back months from recouperating, you have to focus and have this conversation in your head as you're facing your potential ruin...
or wildest dreams.
all the money all the other crap is nothing next to that feeling that YOU did this and didn't have to bullshit, you can't bullshit a weight that could slip and choke you or be a little embarassing that you didn't ask for a spot in the first place now you really look like a pussy... because you failed at the conversation not because you failed the weight but because now you look like you've got an ego issue over asking for help and your muscles are about ego ...
and not God.
--
jump to, i go "insane" (sane) after i got cancelled from the womens/gay community (i know, badge of honor now but i'm still reeling), and i stopped playing me prescribed role of shucking and jiving...don't wanna be too BIG or INTIMIDATE... know your place.
how could i fake that i might as well be in savannah, georgia for all the creepy old racist tropes in wide open that EVERYONE'S pretending they don't see as they ...oh stop it.
that's what i did.
i was depressed and wanted to go out and die and James wanted me here so i stayed and got kicked out of places and the gyms the ymca... man... broke my heart. just speaking up because now i had to stay alive for James because he said to stay and i said only if i don't have to behave... and he thought and agreed.
i danced in public because i was JITTERY with fuck you freedom and LIFE.
and you know who had my back? MEN.
so i get kicked out of the gym and end up at James' gym which used to be a gold's and was a place for real lifters because it's the only one that had squat racks and the lighting was amazing (sky lights open plan). anyhow, i go there and even though it was already some other place and corporate, there will still legacy lifters from the gold's days.
and WHOA! it was like going into a church. there were the fluffy machine people on the perifery, but the free weight area was most of it and there was a HUMMMMM....
and because i'd been a street kid young and had to learn to read minds (or i'm starting to think that's WHY i ended up a runaway kid always in trouble... we SCARE the normals and they hurt us try to eradicate silence us or prove themselves right for being assholes... i'm going through a lot of realizations right now)
anyhow, once i got off the computer crap stopped working as my career was dead and i didn't CARE about what i'd done seemed to be a waste i was just a token step n fetchit and went chapelle, basically. i GET it. i thought i was above the joke.
the joke is EVERYWHERE. time has not passed.
this is the cowboy holding onto open land but...progress MUST come in and sodomize it all just...because what else? ain't shit on TV as we used to say as to WHY NOT?
i felt like there was all this mind reading and yeah a lot of guys came onto me, because you're supposed to, but they took care of me protected me from the encroaching sameness when that gym then started to try and ban me for dancing in between sets while i myself was lifting.
i felt TINGLES when lifting. it's very sexy. it's been a year and a half. stopped to take care of James. man. he still was action sports super hero.
when i saw him try to try and lift just the bar on the squat, i almost couldn't move to pull him back up.
i'm STILL not sure he could be dead. it's like ...REALLY???
but he was right about antennae. those guys were more spiritual and matter of fact BECAUSE they were practicing every day facing terror and transcending and the tingles!
i know you all feel the tingles.
i've gotta get back to the tingles.
but now i see why the normies called them meat heads. to belittle all they are and what they know.
there's a sense of honor and respect that also comes from facing the weights. you lift anything of any consequence, you come to them with respect. mad respect.
that carries over into how they treat themselves and others. you have to have someone twisted up to do otherwise.
such men from my experience and seeing, no matter where i've lifted, what state or anywhere, there's this respect serious lifters have for someone who is trying and putting in the work and respect.
it's like a secret society of loner guys. (most such guys tend to be thinkers and feelers)
so i think "yeah, of course" that you cried. i'd listen to music dance between sets stretch moooove and it opened up everything inside of me. all the "civilized" acting had no room because i was in PRAYER to God with my attention.
whoever your God is.
i saw it. the guys saw ME. that's when i knew i wasn't crazy. i'd left the streets (where this 6th sense awareness is necessary to survive--boy girl man woman old young...). but it was in the service of monk like prayer.
and then it makes who you are how you walk how you deal with people.
i'm not talking about the fluffy lifters. James said there was a difference between body builders and lifters. one was usually fat in sweats but huge and the fluffy ones were designer muscles for look.
but
yeah. i get it.
no one talks about it but the guys agreed when i'd talk to them about the spiritual aspects to serious lifting.
and LOTS of trippy serendipitous stuff happened because of all that concentrated magic. i felt at HOME and the real regular world seemed cheesier and cheesier. the guys let me dance around and treated me as their younger sister whenever i got beat up for dancing outside or management wanted to expel me.
the men there let me be who i was and ENCOURAGED it. i'd get them to stop mackin' on me by STARTING deep conversations once in awhile. they relaxed and liked it.
Other women there wouldn’t have the same take because they had bitch face on to keep from having to be polite and chit chat. Guys would ask me to set them up because they felt like the women treated them as rapists for even smiling.
And young lifter guys in their 20s would cry after raging about why women liked 150 pound men. they were there to be better men for their WOMEN. The 150 pound men are like besties not men. straight is irrelevant as even straight women have turned into lesbians.
They don’t feel the tingles.
Erika
(i'm in writing mode hence the ooze all over your stack. be like the guys at the gym and just know sometimes you've gotta let it out)
That was very beautiful bit of writing Erika, thank you for sharing — i’m sorry for your loss
okay, good. you don't think i'm insane. you never know.
so please don't compare yourself and all you are and do to the normies' standard of moral physical or even their definition of love. not to get too woo woo but you know it becomes and incantation.
the task before us is for you/us visionaries to keep pointing away from their concepts of ANYTHING, in order for us to wander 40 years in the desert so that may we come up with something that turns away from them. has built something else doesn't need...
all that.
keep going. you're fearless. good because there's so little TIME.
thank you for your condolences and responding so openly and kindly.
x
Of course, and as always thank you for reading :)
Let me toss in two ideas here: One, I stopped and didn't want to be move up in IT, because I do IT and not management which is a radically different (human) skillset. No revelation, just "That job would not suit me and my nature." Easy.
It's so easy in fact, it's downright stupid: so WHY would any self-effacing worker, who knows himself as all of us do, try it? Easy: back in the Union days companies got bludgeoned into the habit of yearly raises, CoL etc. That is, IF you just stayed some machinist, you'd still go up because you're now the oldest best machinist on the floor and valuable.
You know what I'm going to say: Under our new EHC/outsourcing rules, all your knowledge are worth zero to us. Things you know about the company, can solve issues in half the time, seen everything before, know everyone? Yeah, that and a nickle will get you a nickel. So you HAVE to do something you HATE and are TERRIBLE at just not to lose your car.
Complaining? Yet another victim? Not exactly: I'd like to tell companies hey maybe they should stop LOSING MONEY, pissing off both customers and employees alike and positioning everybody in the seat that they're WORST for. Would that -- I dunno -- save like millions a year and make you "Most loved company in the city" 10 years in a row? Yes. And not "It costs peanuts to do this" no. It actually MAKES peanuts, you will be MORE profitable. You'll be paying everyone 10% more and getting 20% back out of them no one notices.
So saving that 10% -- like they do now, everywhere I go -- COSTS them 20%, then they wither, die, and go out business, while making everyone: workers, customers, the whole city itself, entirely and pointlessly miserable.
All because they couldn't be bothered to do Cost-of-Living, have "Expertise" and just hire/raise a guy because you can't do without him, and you do NOT want the dock guy or the boiler cleaner as a salesman or VP. Usually. So pay them what they need to stay, have no problems, put your feet on your desk, and stop chasing untrained minimum-wage help all day. It's COSTING you money. Big money.
Don't do that extra rep.
You’re a great thinker and this was a great read.
By the way (reaches for brochure) you remind me of someone else who revered the lowest of society, and there’s a bit of Good News I think you’ll want to hear about…
Great read.
At some point, I wonder if your LHC mindset results in either becoming a leftist to assault the self anointed superior caste, or just dealing meth and getting blown by your cousin. Keep me apprised.
Agree with your sentiments. For years a song has gone through my mind when I approach a new task or goal. Warren Zevon's Looking For the Next Best Thing
I worked hard, but not for the money
I did my best to please
I used to think it was funny
'Til I realized it was all a tease
Don Quixote had his windmills
Ponce de Leon took his cruise
Took Sinbad seven voyages
To see that it was all a ruse
That's why I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best but I'm settling for less
So I'm looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
All alone on the road to perfection
At the inspection booth, they tried to discourage me
You can believe what you want, that'll never change it
You'll have to come around eventually
You'll be looking for the next best thing
Looking for the next best thing
I appreciate the best, I'm settling for less
I'm looking for the next best thing
You've got it twisted, Daddy:
The normies are expelled and in hell.
And weight training is church. It's magic.