There must be some NLP reason to use five. My Flow Prone people went from their PRONE challenge and now are using their FORGE framework to create 2026. The masterclass seemed a summary of things I have long known. There were even elements of the Landmark Introduction, knowing isn't having. You can study weight lifting, but if you don't lift weights…

It is that time of year they want our money. I missed the Camtasia deal. I should stop worrying about deals and just buy the tool when I really have a need for it.

I meant to, but I never made it to Bridgeport. I ended up spending quite a bit of time on a substitute teaching application. What a pile of shit. And the disclosures: sixty plus pages of Federal, more than forty of Connecticut. Some of that was multiple languages. Some was just piles of crap: nicotine and non-discrimination policies, authorizations, blah, blah…two plus hours of my day, futzing with my sourdough (finally formed and to be baked after synagogue). At some point in time, I decided that I was not going. I went to minchah, and then to mom's.

I came home to do my homework. I sorted through old e-mails instead.

I did row earlier in the day. Now I have rowed more than I did the whole challenge last year.

I'll catch up with more later, I hope.

I gave up on the logo and created a place-holder (above) so we wouldn't get hung up on the logo. They could have just told me the logo is not in their wheelhouse.

So I saw a piece from “Diary of a CEO” where the guest suggested that timing of calories is critical. She says a calorie consumed later in the day is as bad as ten times that much earlier. I ate two turkey legs last night after I rowed, which was already late.

I have not been doing quiet well. I want to fill it, and have plenty of ways to put in noise. I'll put on something for background, and get engrossed. This is not good either.

We do have the holiday rowing challenge though. That might help a little this month. Today is my first day off. I have almost fifty thousand meters in. This is way good. I could also plan to be mostly done before you get here.

I have most of the parts together for my truck signage. I think I will leave it for us to decorate together.

Yakov visited for Thanksgiving. I think I will have to write him a letter.

I had CLE this evening. I asked interesting questions. I like the guy. I started distracted, but then I shut the other stuff down and listened, and engaged, and enjoyed. The topic was a trustee's duty regarding investments.

I sent a tenant a rent notice. I told him I would start assessing late fees. He chose to not bring himself up to date. Now he owes me ten months of late fees. I don't know if he'll push back. I am tired of him being chronically months behind.

I am also getting the effect of not using conjunctions to join what could be independent sentences.

There was also some tension with Dahlia. It is sorted in my mind, but I think Miriam is still going on about it. It has to do with money. I think it bothers me less because I still believe I have significant earnings capacity I still have not quite figured out how to tap. I don't know if Miriam believes this about herself. This is why I am trying to market, yet again.

I am just sitting here listening. I didn't think there was much to write, but things come back around.

One is a DEI article I want to write for the CT lawyers. I should probably turn other things off for a little while.

I did write to the Israelis again, particularly MK Shitrit. She puts herself out as being for the rights of the child, but ignores my entreaties. I also want to write to Minister Busso, who has taken himself off my list with no engagement. I guess he gets a fax, and a call. I wish I had journalists who cared enough to actually take on the crap. Anyway, Shitrit is on about cults now. I suggested that Queer ideology has cultic aspects to it, and a similar number of victims. The thought now is “When this comes to the press—and it will come to the press when a few journalists are brave enough—I will make sure that they know that you were put on notice and did nothing. I will let them know what feckless monsters are our Minister of Health, the Health Committee, and everyone who stuck his head in the sand while our children were being destroyed by this sick movement. I invite you to stand on the right side of history and put an end to the butchery that is peddled as ‘gender-affirming care’.”

Maybe I will start by making it an X post. I started doing that. It took me down a rabbit hole I do not want to waste time on right now.

But I did visit a Knesset press release and will talk to the cult people about the Trans people. I have tracked down some of their contact information already.

It is still quiet, And I am tired. Maybe I will call it bedtime.

I did find some good tea. I wanted something non-caffeine. All I had was a box that said, Green Tea with Pomegranate. It wasn't really what I wanted. I opened it. I was pleasantly surprised to find this is not what was in the box. I took a Chamomile and Spearmint out. It felt good.

I will let myself sleep now. This instead of pushing myself to do other things, yes important, but that will happen better with a fresher me in the morning.

I sent a work-up of my logo (above) to the people to tweak and finish. I sent the art, the fonts, the colors. They sent me back garbage. I am going to tell them to forget about the logo and get going. I'll fix the logo later. I am going to lighten the color, currently hexadecimal 6c1822: it prints too dark. As much as I have issues with my alma mater, I like their carnelian red. The flag reds and blues I also like.

I just looked out and saw the bird feeder empty. I went to fill it. It is the perfect Thanksgiving day. It caused me to think about my father, and the walk we'd have taken at Mianus park, the walk I took with Lani the Friday before my father died. I know the coat and the hat that he would have worn.

I thought about him earlier as well. Doom-scrolling, I ran across a post about Admiral Harold Stark. I thought of my father's exhortation to discipline. My thought was that if I had any, I would stop there and move on to the post and the rowing I had enough time for when I arose. Now, I will not even finish the post before running to pray.

I don't know if I am any more informed. I did forward a job application this morning, and doctor my sourdough which isn't rising. If it doesn't in the next few hours, I'll just add yeast to the dough, and keep working the starter. the point.

I had time to cut my hair too. I will do that before I row, after synagogue, after I finish this thought. That thought lead into another. I was at the synagogue, and I recalled some of the content I had consumed. One was a piece by Matt Walsh about Ken Burns conversation about slavery. The other, a Mike Rowe article on work and how we have done serious damage to the transfer of skills from those who have them to the next generation.

Both of these have relevance at the moment because I put in to substitute teach. The intent is to show our children a path to wealth and satisfaction, if it is by way of G-d, all the better.

And then I remembered I had a shiur, and came back and cleaned the kitchen a little, and put away some laundry, and now I have just enough time to row and cut my hair, and unload what's left in the truck and go to minchah.

I'll tell Yakov you are coming and suggest they join us for a Shabbat.

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and another

How about this instead? I couldn't actually find the ones you shared to me. Obviously this wouldn't be on black, but I couldn't figure out what is happening.

I sit down to write and watch old television instead. I am a little inspired. One of the people I spoke to on the marketing thing, another of their customers, made $180,000 the first year and is on track for more than seven hundred the second. I look at things I'd like to be more free to spend money on, and think it just might be possible, whether being a little more generous with the groceries, having some of the work done around the office and home without thinking too much about it, having the painting and boiler and water heater be on a schedule for replacement instead of hoping it will last a few more months or the next season. Or maybe just some dignity, whatever that means. I guess mostly it means living debt free. I think I should just put a measure up right here.

I don't like being with old people, and by that I mean folk who are just a few years ahead of me.

There was a fund-raising trivia night yesterday at Young Israel. I went because Seth who is not Bob said I should. I like him. He's a civil engineer and I find that world fascinating. I asked him about the bridge collapse in China and he knew something about it. Apparently a landslide off the mountain killed the bridge.

But that wasn't the point. I colored my hair a few weeks ago, dark blond. It's a pretty natural color for me. And then I was out in a college town with a bunch of younger people dressed up because it was the end of a fraternity thing that we dress up for. It is just such a nice way to appear on the town, in a nice context. Most of the girls out on a near freezing Canadian November night were severely under-dressed, I call it something less flattering in conversation, but this is a good enough descriptor for here. Someone engaged with me to say Shabbat Shalom, which we decided was better as Shavua Tov. The energy, or is it the college hormones, was just fun. We chose not to stand on that line to get into that bar. At another, the bouncer suggested we were not the right age for the crowd there that night. He said it in a totally non-offensive way.

I have thought about it afterwards, and I am wondering where are the people suggesting this model is the wrong one. I get the college bar street is just one slice. I am sure there is another of students who don't go there, who find a significant other, and spend time building something. I would guess even those are less about building now a future than enjoying each other's company in a more physical way, maybe thinking it could lead somewhere, but doesn't have to.

It seems so empty. A lot of things do though, like sitting at the table that turned out to be all old people, one of whom just seemed sour when I tried to engage her, the wife of someone I pray with regularly. I was like we need some younger people here if we want to win, so I left the table that would give itself the AARP team name. I did not go to the young young people table, which was probably the cousin Toolie table, maxing out in their young forties (they called themselves 1877 Kars for Kids).

I joined the Sore Losers, younger than I, but less so.

I had some good answers, some bad, one of which I was sure.

At kiddush yesterday, I asked Cousin Toolie if he was ready for a third round. He was like “I am too old.” I just don't get that I'd ever feel too old for another kid, maybe at that point when I don't feel safe to drive a car, but I don't think I am close to that yet.

I remember when my father got there.

I didn't think I would have anything to say, but more occurs to me now, but I am going to pray. Maybe I'll add more later.

Attached is a potential logo, to have underneath it “We get You There.” That was the theme we discussed with the marketing people the other day. New England, ships, it just seemed right.

I spent too much time looking at pictures yesterday. Go take a look at Freepik boats and tell me if there is something you like more. It was just a page that had a bunch of stuff I liked. I don't know if I should go more line-drawing. I did print out one boat that I thought about tracing, but I think this looks okay. Maybe I'll try a horse picture too, a draft horse of course, powerful, steady. I wanted a frigate, but this is what came out. It's just an image of boat of a certain age.

I have now shifted to the third minyan as I want to get this out.

I will go to my class, and then to Oma's. It wasn't my initial intention for today, but it will do.

And last, the thought I had before that I don't think I wrote down: If I don't pay for the first six months of this marketing within the first three, I think it'll be time to abandon this enterprise. I don't know what I'd do next.

Still I am recovering from the weekend. It doesn't help that I don't sleep well. I came home late-ish on Sunday, after shopping and what not it was at least 11:30. I don't think I went to bed before 1:30. I made the 7:30 minyan, but never left Stamford. I did get a meatloaf and my fish made and my rolls completed and baked. The meatloaf is too salty, the fish needs salt, and the rolls came out really well. That dough has been in the works since last Wednesday or so.

Pauli pointed me to Liberty auto for the Sable, but I am dropping it by Maxi's tomorrow. It'll just be cheaper, and perfect I don't need. Liberty is clean and Stamford, and likely pretty expensive, just because it is in Stamford.

I found a great piece of cardboard for my sign. This makes me happy.

I got some positive feedback on my marketing guy; so I signed with him. Our kick off call is tomorrow. I guess I'll have to draw up my style sheet tonight. It's mostly in my head. Reducing it to writing should not be an issue.

Time for evening prayer.