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I've been going through a very difficult decision process and then I saw this poster echo my thoughts completely. Amazing what you see when you're ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-6400422853926910920?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/I3Xo4ZfZ370" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/6400422853926910920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/pick-side.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6400422853926910920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6400422853926910920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/I3Xo4ZfZ370/pick-side.html" title="Pick a side" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQElIGBPq5I/Tx3hfwKPtuI/AAAAAAAAVqs/0fMHCcRyLPA/s72-c/Friere.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/pick-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8HSX84fCp7ImA9WhRVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5624263239931923952</id><published>2012-01-19T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:23:58.134-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T12:23:58.134-05:00</app:edited><title>Herman Cain endorsing Mitt Romney</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EklYaXIOho/TxhQVDmxXoI/AAAAAAAAVoI/NHYrDsx7ObI/s1600/Economist+Cover.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="500" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EklYaXIOho/TxhQVDmxXoI/AAAAAAAAVoI/NHYrDsx7ObI/s640/Economist+Cover.JPG" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5624263239931923952?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/Dgj_0j0usEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5624263239931923952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/herman-cain-endorsing-mitt-romney.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5624263239931923952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5624263239931923952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/Dgj_0j0usEw/herman-cain-endorsing-mitt-romney.html" title="Herman Cain endorsing Mitt Romney" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6EklYaXIOho/TxhQVDmxXoI/AAAAAAAAVoI/NHYrDsx7ObI/s72-c/Economist+Cover.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/herman-cain-endorsing-mitt-romney.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGRX0yeyp7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-2577436499366277046</id><published>2012-01-17T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:03:44.393-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T11:03:44.393-05:00</app:edited><title>Everybody, I know you can believe in yourself</title><content type="html">Click and watch. It'll make your day!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/eaIvk1cSyG8"&gt;Thumbs up for rock and roll!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-2577436499366277046?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/nBGOi25fB8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/2577436499366277046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/everybody-i-know-you-can-believe-in.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2577436499366277046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2577436499366277046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/nBGOi25fB8A/everybody-i-know-you-can-believe-in.html" title="Everybody, I know you can believe in yourself" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/everybody-i-know-you-can-believe-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEERnkyeip7ImA9WhRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-3863146472332293637</id><published>2012-01-16T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:03:27.792-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T10:03:27.792-05:00</app:edited><title>Fashionably late</title><content type="html">There's a sweet spot between being on time and being late and I want to hone in on how much expectation plays a part and why it's "cool" to be a little late. My yoga class for example begins at 7am sharp. The rule and therefore expectation is that the doors close at 7, so you have to get there early or right on time to make it. What actually happens is doors close around 7:03 and class begins at 7:05. This is a little annoying for those that made the effort to come in early and get settled for a 7am start, but it gives a little breathing room to those that happen to be running a little late due to circumstances out of their control. The class starts fashionably late. It finds the sweet spot, 7:03, not annoying the early birds too much and giving the late comers a chance to get there.&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason I'm focusing on the timing is because 7:03 wouldn't be the sweet spot if everyone knew about it. Meaning if everyone were told the doors close at 7:03, expectations would change and so would the sweet spot. Even if you explained the reason for closing the doors at 7:03, people would understand and then continue to adjust their actions to a sweet spot a little after 7:03. Knowing we have the option allows for a little moral hazard. &lt;br /&gt;
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The sweet spot can't be known. It just happens. At least for those "cool" enough to let it happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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What makes the yoga teacher cool is not being too strict and closing the doors at 7am sharp and not being too haphazard and closing the doors too late. This kind of time leniency happens often, when you're catching a bus, running to a meeting, going to a dinner. There will always be people who arrive on time for the sake of punctuality and those that will arrive late because they didn't time it right. The sweet spot is somewhere between the two and what makes it possible is the choice of the guest or the host to take it easy and arrive or start a little after when they're "supposed" to.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what makes being fashionably late so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-3863146472332293637?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/46HQJsWpuWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/3863146472332293637/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/fashionably-late.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/3863146472332293637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/3863146472332293637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/46HQJsWpuWE/fashionably-late.html" title="Fashionably late" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/fashionably-late.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBSXgyeCp7ImA9WhRVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-950839185865402933</id><published>2012-01-08T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:52:38.690-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T21:52:38.690-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movies" /><title>Movie Review: Pina</title><content type="html">Pina is a cathartic experience. It pulls at you. I felt like I was going through a fight or flight experience half the time I was watching it. Not because I was stressed, but because I wanted to be involved. I wanted to do something. There was an urgency to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you see such open expression repeating itself again and again, it's no surprise that it primes you to be openly expressive yourself. I didn't quite want to dance, but I did want to move, do something, yell out.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was the kind of movie where you expect to blink your eyes and see the audience suddenly erupt in the same form of dance that's on the screen. I wouldn't have been shocked if I saw dancers synchronously moving down the side aisles. In fact, I'm a little disappointed it wasn't part of the 3D experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's satisfying to know that an entire group of people are thinking and doing something so different from what you normally encounter. It reminds me of when I was doing bhangra and dancing 6,000 audience shows and I would meet people who had no idea what bhangra was. The world seems incredibly big sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I appreciate movies and books for so many reasons, but this has to go back to the root of their origin. To introduce. To reveal the unknown in an awesome way.&lt;br /&gt;
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The trailer&amp;nbsp;itself is beautiful and what it should be, a tease to entice you to the full experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cooked from &lt;a href="http://www.ottolenghi.co.uk/blog/2010/03/02/plenty-by-yotam-ottolenghi/"&gt;Plenty&lt;/a&gt; last night. Tried my hand at black pepper tofu, which came out a little spicier than I would've liked. I'd only do 3tbsp of black pepper instead of 5. Here's the full recipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Black-Pepper-Tofu-365129" style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Black-Pepper-Tofu-365129&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/images/recipesmenus/2011/2011_april/365129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Black Pepper Tofu" border="0" height="320" src="http://www.epicurious.com/images/recipesmenus/2011/2011_april/365129.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-3746594708238841866?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/iypSippLWL4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/3746594708238841866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/3746594708238841866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/iypSippLWL4/black-pepper-tofu.html" title="Black Pepper Tofu" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n80lFtdu1OU/TwdtBcgG8kI/AAAAAAAAViw/26Y82Zw_c3E/s72-c/IMG_0370.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/black-pepper-tofu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCQ3k9fCp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-7409470985980287159</id><published>2012-01-06T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:01:02.764-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T17:01:02.764-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><title>Negotiating mutually</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"I offer my thoughts not as a Buddhist nor as a religious believer, but simply as one human being among nearly 7 billion others. One who cares about the fate of humanity and wants to do something to safeguard and improve its future"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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-Dalai Lama&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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My personal definition of negotiation is changing. Before, I used to think negotiation was very hard edged, it was fighting with somebody to get what you want. Now it has turned into explaining to the other person where you're coming from. Letting them contextualize it from their own vantage point. The other person truthfully needs to understand what you're going through. Putting them in your shoes and putting yourself in theirs extrapolates on the do unto others as they would do unto you rule. It's not a trick, it's just two humans working to understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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One example is my negotiation with Verizon a few weeks ago when they called me the day after I got my iPhone about a promotion of 500 free minutes if I renewed my account. Since I had already renewed my plan, only 12 hours before, they said I wasn't eligible for the promotion anymore. &lt;br /&gt;
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At this point, I had several Machiavellian choices. I could have gotten angry with the agent, making them so annoyed that they would've just given me the deal instead of staying on the phone with me any longer. The agent could've hung up on me, but that leads into the next strategy of calling as many agents as necessary before I got the one willing to give me the promotion. I could've pulled the "let me talk to your supervisor" bit, I could've threatened to cancel my plan, thereby being switched to the cancellation department who would've gladly conceded to keep a 5-year subscriber to their service.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead, I kept chatting with the agent who originally called me about the promotion. I told him how I got the iPhone after going to three different shops who all said I wouldn't get it for two weeks. He liked the tall tale I told (which was all true) and we laughed about my luck in finally finding a manager who was saving a new iPhone for his friend but gave it to me anyway (part of the reason he gave it to me was because I told him my story of looking for an iPhone all day and he understood why I wanted it before Christmas). The agent lived my experience and realized it was seriously dumb luck that I got the phone and that he called 12 hours later to give me the promotion. &lt;br /&gt;
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He asked me to hold while he talked to his supervisor to get the authorization code to override the denial. He did this completely of his own accord. Turned out you couldn't override it on his system. Makes sense, just in case someone is up to those Machiavellian techniques I mentioned earlier. He apologized, but then decided to connect me to the customer service department to see if they could help. He was my spokesperson about why I wanted the 500 minutes and the customer service rep said she'd try it on her end. She could in fact make the change and we all had a "woohoo" moment when it worked. All in all, I was on the phone for under 20 minutes, generally had a good time talking to customer service reps and got the promotion on grounds that it made sense to everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;
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Empathy won out in this case and that's not to say it will in every case. The process of negotiation - I hesitate to even call it that in this case - was much more enjoyable for all parties. Their system could just not have accepted the promotion and even then no one would've been for the worse. We all would have tried to make the computer system understand human common sense and if it didn't, so be it. That's our loss, not just mine. At the end of it, they commiserated with me, we all had a laugh and moved on. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was only 500 minutes after all. And that's the crux of it. I'd rather leave off feeling good if none of it had worked out, because it's a measly amount to worry myself over. If I had pursued the call to battle the reps, and not won, my blood pressure would've been up, the taste in my mouth would've been sour, my viewpoint would've been generally negative for the next few hours and the reps would've also been a worse place because of me. Later on in the day, I would've regretted messing up my mood for a mere 500 minutes on my plan. &lt;br /&gt;
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Negotiating mutually may as well be called mutual understanding and if you take the "mutual" out of it, negotiation is just another form of coming to an understanding. There are a lot of tactics out there about leverage, stake, walking away and so on, and they have their place. Sometimes - car sales for example - you're simply walking into a battlefield. &lt;br /&gt;
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Most negotiations aren't of this sort. Whether it's your rent going up or your insurance company denying your claim or a store not accepting your return, there's a human on the other end of that desk or phone. The system may not allow you to negotiate, but humans can come to an understanding that can override the system they built in the first place. You have a personal story to tell now and you'll have your chance to listen to someone else's story soon too. As they say, keep paying it forward. Maybe we'll even make it easier to buy a car someday.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-7409470985980287159?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/15cc1uYlp9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/7409470985980287159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/7409470985980287159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/15cc1uYlp9Y/negotiating-mutually.html" title="Negotiating mutually" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/negotiating-mutually.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUMQH47eyp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-1251132248565733728</id><published>2012-01-03T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:01:21.003-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T17:01:21.003-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>Legacy blogging</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
When we can be honest about who we are and what we want, there is no need to demand, be rude or aggressive, or manipulate others that are involved in helping us get what we want. Instead, we know that we are transmitting a signal on the right frequency to bring all that we desire into our experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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-Madisyn Taylor&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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I realized after reading &lt;a href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/starting-anew.html"&gt;yesterday's post&lt;/a&gt; that the idea of legacy blogging can mean many things. From my perspective, it means not only charting my growth, but meeting other like-minded individuals.&lt;br /&gt;
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Legacies aren't built single-handedly. They are an outcome of growth with a curated community. I have worked hard to consciously curate both my personal and professional networks as I've discovered new ideas and grown to understand more deeply what I care about. Now I want to share that understanding and find others who reflect on a similar level.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have made the mistake in the past of thinking that my interests, whether in health, food, politics or some other field, are echoed in occasional posts that fit into these buckets. The posts I wrote or linked to were important enough to my thinking at the time to share with others. For example, I would be interested in the construct of language, read books and articles about it, have in depth conversations with friends and colleagues and share my findings in &lt;a href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/search/label/Language"&gt;a couple of posts&lt;/a&gt; I thought best reflect the subject. &lt;br /&gt;
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I shared the outcome but not the process. &lt;br /&gt;
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Without a context behind why I was writing about the construct of language or where my interest came from or how I discovered material on the subject, these posts would seem to come out of nowhere. Even now, when I look back on these posts, I remember my personal journey through the subject which has repeated itself many times since. But my posts weren't additive. They didn't build to anything but a memory of my interest. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope to change my approach even as I write this post. I could have let my thoughts about legacy blogging simmer over the next few weeks, found others who had written on the subject and curated my findings here. Instead, I'd like to share what I bring to the art of learning. &lt;br /&gt;
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We all have a unique process of getting from point A to point B. Many people have been at each of these metaphoric points before. They've struggled through the same things we struggle through now. It's not about being at point A or getting to point B, it's about how you evolve from one to the other that weaves an interesting story. Your story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If we don't provide a glimpse into how we change, we're just planting flags for markers in our development. Our story deserves more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-1251132248565733728?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/Z-aeat5Zoag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1251132248565733728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1251132248565733728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/Z-aeat5Zoag/legacy-blogging.html" title="Legacy blogging" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/legacy-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUNRXY7fCp7ImA9WhRWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-2629585971904086845</id><published>2012-01-03T10:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:01:34.804-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-06T17:01:34.804-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blogging" /><title>Starting Anew</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;
"But my vision of success is my own to nurture. It’s not for anyone else to decide. I intend to grow in the ways that matter most to me, not the ways that society tells me I’m supposed to care about."&lt;br /&gt;
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- Steve Pavlina&lt;/blockquote&gt;
I've often started writing in my blog and stopped. I write in a private journal and occasionally in 750words, both of which are very cathartic as well as milestone-capturing experiences for me. The feeling of writing for an audience, even a small one, is quite a different experience. &lt;br /&gt;
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The problem is that you feel like you are writing for them. It's different from being up on stage giving a lecture, where the metric of success is very likely how well your message is received. In the blogosphere, it's more like writing for an empty auditorium in the hopes of filling it. There's nothing truly to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;
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Another problem is trying to effective. As they say in journalism, don't "bury the lead". You worry about this. Titling your post with a "How to" or "5 reasons why" is another strategy that increases page hits, and you spend more time thinking about this than you ever care to. You think about your "voice", the consistency of your writing, whether you can keep up a routine. &lt;br /&gt;
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You think about all this before you even start your post, which of course hinders starting your post. &lt;br /&gt;
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Blogging serves a different purpose for everyone, but it should be fun. It takes valuable, personal time, at least an hour per post writing, editing and reviewing. There's nothing wrong with having goals for your writing, but it helps if they're sustainable. &lt;br /&gt;
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My goal is to build a legacy through my blog. I see the evolution of my personality in some of the articles I've written over the years, but overall it's a series of interrupted writing held back by the belief that I need to perform for an audience that may not be there. &lt;br /&gt;
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In some ways, this is a fresh start in a new year. I didn't make a new year's resolution to do this and I hesitate even now simply because it may be viewed as such. But that doesn't have to be a bad thing and I see 2012 as a year of pacing ourselves. Taking a second to think if we're on the right track as revolutions, both personal and worldly, continue to trail us. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope my writing reflects that decision to take stock before moving forward. I have many projects underway and I'm trying to better judge success from a personal vantage point, not one that is handed down to me. This can only come from a deeper understanding of past experiences, observing others and being part of a community and culture I care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-2629585971904086845?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/TATWH1baXDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2629585971904086845?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2629585971904086845?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/TATWH1baXDk/starting-anew.html" title="Starting Anew" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2012/01/starting-anew.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFSH8-fip7ImA9WhdaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-247060711750628048</id><published>2011-10-23T09:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T09:45:19.156-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T09:45:19.156-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><title>The Black Keys - Tighten Up</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/flkByutsgTg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-247060711750628048?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/fdvUUH__ucM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/247060711750628048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/10/black-keys-tighten-up.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/247060711750628048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/247060711750628048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/fdvUUH__ucM/black-keys-tighten-up.html" title="The Black Keys - Tighten Up" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/flkByutsgTg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/10/black-keys-tighten-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8GQ3g7fCp7ImA9WhdbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-6674818291932874935</id><published>2011-10-17T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:53:42.604-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-17T16:53:42.604-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><title>Quote</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;If he were alive today, I believe he would remind us that the unemployed worker can rightly challenge the excesses of Wall Street without demonizing all who work there; that the businessman can enter tough negotiations with his company’s union without vilifying the right to collectively bargain. He would want us to know we can argue fiercely about the proper size and role of government without questioning each other’s love for this country -- (applause) -- with the knowledge that in this democracy, government is no distant object but is rather an expression of our common commitments to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;--Barack Obama referring to Martin Luther King at the Memorial speech on 10/16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-6674818291932874935?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/Kgen01cLOUc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/6674818291932874935/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/10/quote.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6674818291932874935?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6674818291932874935?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/Kgen01cLOUc/quote.html" title="Quote" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/10/quote.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEDQXw8fyp7ImA9WhdWE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-489498950996038866</id><published>2011-09-06T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:44:30.277-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T19:44:30.277-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Random" /><title>George Carlin on Being Human</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't consider myself an active member of the human race. I know that by definition I am, but I don't go to the meetings, and I don't have a card."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Start at 3:50 for the great quotables, but the whole thing is worth a watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3ky0ml2ZNHg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-489498950996038866?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/Y0fIM0dOFUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/489498950996038866/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/09/george-carlin-on-being-human.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/489498950996038866?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/489498950996038866?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/Y0fIM0dOFUM/george-carlin-on-being-human.html" title="George Carlin on Being Human" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/3ky0ml2ZNHg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/09/george-carlin-on-being-human.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YDRn48cCp7ImA9WhdaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-6727759830529893734</id><published>2011-07-27T10:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:59:37.078-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-27T11:59:37.078-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newsletters" /><title>Newsletter: Summer 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a quarterly email newsletter with ideas, cool links, book&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;recommendations and a personal update.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read time: 2 1/2 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDEAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Neighborliness in the lonely city&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since moving to Brooklyn, I've thought much more about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neighborliness than when I lived near Wall Street.&amp;nbsp;People idle here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a melange of music can be heard from apartments,&amp;nbsp;car alarms go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off at all hours, and there's an organic ebb and flow&amp;nbsp;of people who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never say hello to but see regularly enough that&amp;nbsp;you start thinking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of them as your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neighborliness, though, is an odd sensation in a large city where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;combination of close proximity and anonymity sometimes lends to a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sense of&amp;nbsp;loneliness. New York City is like a giant campus where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only matriculation requirement is agreeing to experience&amp;nbsp;separateness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming from a small town, where perhaps we&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;togetherness separately, I am constantly aware of this, yet it also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;serves as a security blanket when race, gender,&amp;nbsp;sexuality, income and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all other variants of distinction begin to&amp;nbsp;blur together. In the end, you&amp;nbsp;refer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to&amp;nbsp;each other simply&amp;nbsp;as survivalists, or more appropriately, human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Here are some more thoughts on city living:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blog.zachklein.com/post/4759320061/i-spend-four-days-a-week-up-in-the-woods-about-90" title=""&gt;modern perspective&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on working back and forth between&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a small town and NYC.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.theawl.com/2010/05/neighborliness-and-no-loneliness-what-city-am-i-living-in" title=""&gt;local perspective&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;empathetic to the dilemma of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neighborliness and loneliness in a large city.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A thorough&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/52450/" title=""&gt;New York Magazine article&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;debunking the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myth&amp;nbsp;of urban loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Is the singularity really near?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more technology becomes part of our daily lives, the more I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about Ray Kurzweil's idea of the singularity, a&amp;nbsp;precipice-type&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;event when technological&amp;nbsp;intelligence is expected to surpass human&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AI, cylons and cyborgs immediately come&amp;nbsp;to mind,&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not far-flung science fiction when you see someone talking to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thin air on their&amp;nbsp;bluetooth or you pull up satellite-enabled,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;location-tracking GPS&amp;nbsp;directions&amp;nbsp;on your smartphone while driving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What seemed unlikely a decade ago, we already take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At the same time, advancement feels like it's outpacing us. No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;matter what age, it seems like everyone is trying to find a&amp;nbsp;balance&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;between online and offline worlds. Adaptation to new&amp;nbsp;technologies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has become a necessary skill, though it's&amp;nbsp;still uncertain how&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;technology will impact communication in the&amp;nbsp;long run. First, we&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may have to contend with the growth of&amp;nbsp;technological inequality&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a more global level.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singularity-inducing technologies worth keeping an eye on:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://medgadget.com/2011/04/hands_free_typing_for_completely_paralyzed_on_the_cheap.html" title=""&gt;NeuroSky&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;uses EEG monitoring to type&amp;nbsp;hands-free&amp;nbsp;and send&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emails&amp;nbsp;and tweets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GhNXHCQGsM&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded" title=""&gt;Predator&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;camera "fingerprints" your visual image to track&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movement and location.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=h2OfQdYrHRs" title=""&gt;World Lens&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;translates language real-time using the camera on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your smartphone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0374532079/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jubeanyoar-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399373&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0374532079" title=""&gt;The White Album&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Joan Didion&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since reading it, I've touted this book to almost everyone I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didion talks about everything under the sun in a dry, nonchalant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;style that hits you unexpectedly, perhaps at dinner or when you're&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out taking a walk. It requires the right mood - for me, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needing a dramatic change to my reading list. This is just the cure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that. (I wrote a much more detailed review&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/07/joan-didion-white-album.html" title=""&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0321525655/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jubeanyoar-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0321525655" title=""&gt;Presentation Zen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Garr Reynolds&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this book over 3 years ago and came back to it because it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because of a renewed interest in storytelling. Powerpoint has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wisely lost ground with many since Reynolds came out with a better&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way to be&amp;nbsp;persuasive. Going beyond the classroom or boardroom,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this book targets&amp;nbsp;the art of conversation altogether. An insightful and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worthwhile read. (I'd also recommend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=jubeanyoar-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as4&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;ref=ss_til&amp;amp;asins=B0020MMBCG" title=""&gt;The Back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=jubeanyoar-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as4&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;ref=ss_til&amp;amp;asins=B0020MMBCG" title=""&gt;of the Napkin&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan&amp;nbsp;Roam as&amp;nbsp;a wonderful&amp;nbsp;companion read)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060936223/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=jubeanyoar-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0060936223" title=""&gt;Just Kids&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Patti Smith&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light, fun, and dare-I-say-it, a beach read with substance. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't know who Patti Smith was when I read it, and that made it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the better. Smith lilts along autobiographically through the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;60's and 70's showing the plight and reward of becoming an artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is a rare opportunity to live vicariously through a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bygone era that still holds great influence today. (A more detailed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;review can be found&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/patti-smith-just-kids.html" title=""&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONNECT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERSONAL UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been experiencing Brooklyn on my bike, which I recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;revived from its 8-year slumber in a storage box. No car and long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;avenue blocks is a perfect excuse to use the bike more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;functionally; to pick up groceries or dry cleaning or ride to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;park for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite biking adventures though have been on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://govisland.com/html/home/home.shtml" title=""&gt;Governor's Island&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a&amp;nbsp;welcome escape from the daily hubbub of the city.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd love to hear how your summer is going. Drop me an email when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you get a chance!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akshay&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/p/newsletters.html" title=""&gt;(Click here for previous newsletters)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-6727759830529893734?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/2FbSzydRQfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/6727759830529893734/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/07/newsletter-summer-2011.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6727759830529893734?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/6727759830529893734?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/2FbSzydRQfI/newsletter-summer-2011.html" title="Newsletter: Summer 2011" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/07/newsletter-summer-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDQHkyfSp7ImA9WhZaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-1074581482511395711</id><published>2011-07-06T12:11:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:21:11.795-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T12:21:11.795-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>Joan Didion - The White Album</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFG5lotiq2s/ThSJMpFihgI/AAAAAAAANjk/8eRji_ft1_g/s1600/The%2BWhite%2BAlbum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFG5lotiq2s/ThSJMpFihgI/AAAAAAAANjk/8eRji_ft1_g/s200/The%2BWhite%2BAlbum.jpg" width="142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joan Didion makes me want to write. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm on a vacation/staycation, sweating in a humid apartment with two fans running, one in front, one behind me. I finished &lt;i&gt;The White Album&lt;/i&gt; a week ago, reading &lt;i&gt;The Year of Magical Thinking&lt;/i&gt; now and looking forward to her 56-page essay-book, &lt;i&gt;Fixed Ideas: America Since 9.11&lt;/i&gt; I only heard of her a a month ago in June after finishing Patti Smith's &lt;i&gt;Just Kids&lt;/i&gt;. I wanted more writing like that; non-fiction, in-depth explorations of life through an autobiographical lens. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a sci-fi/fantasy reader, it's been a wayward and rewarding pleasure. If psychobabble holds any truth, I went from "escaping the real-world" to jumping in it full-fledged.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most of us live less theatrically, but remain survivors of a peculiar and inward time. If I could believe that going to a barricade would affect man's fate in the slightest I would go to that barricade, and quite often I wish that I could, but it would be less than honest to say that I expect to happen upon such a happy ending.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There's a distant apathy to her style. I picture her flippantly flicking her hand as words go from brain synapses firing onto the page. She's good, she knows it, and it bothers her. She achingly tries to elucidate this feeling in her writing. "A sense of anxiety or dread permeates much of her work", as an anonymous Wikipedia contributor references from an article about her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gravitated to the random. I swung with the non-sequential.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;She's more funny than serious though. More lost than analytical. She comes from wealth, is wealthy, and has a clear understanding that her station in life - as a renowned journalist and author - allows her (comped) access to varied aspects of life that others don't see. Her candor gives you front-row seats.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bike movies are made for all these children of vague "hill" stock ho grow up absurd in the West and Southwest, children whose whole lives are an obscure grudge against a world they think they never made. These children are, increasingly, everywhere, and their style is that of an entire generation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;She's talking about the generation of the 70's, but I see the hipsters of today or sometimes the disconnected teen entrepreneurs or the laid-off brokers turned freelancers. Held accountable to rules that no longer pertain to them. "Absurd", begrudging, distant. &lt;br /&gt;
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I keep reading Didion because she keeps hinting at recurring themes. Having written since the early 60's till today, she could very well point out the "human search for meaning in a changing world". But it's something Obama might say in a campaign speech. We might see it on a billboard promoting Scientology, abortion rights, or Chase Bank. It may be assigned as a homework assignment in an English class focused on the classics; &lt;i&gt;Of Mice and Men&lt;/i&gt;, Dickens, or &lt;i&gt;Brave New World&lt;/i&gt;. The cliche doesn't bear repeating, so she writes to convey the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-1074581482511395711?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/wtUmsItUFN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/1074581482511395711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/07/joan-didion-white-album.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1074581482511395711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1074581482511395711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/wtUmsItUFN0/joan-didion-white-album.html" title="Joan Didion - The White Album" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFG5lotiq2s/ThSJMpFihgI/AAAAAAAANjk/8eRji_ft1_g/s72-c/The%2BWhite%2BAlbum.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/07/joan-didion-white-album.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4EQXY4fyp7ImA9WhZaEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-4403332179838996556</id><published>2011-06-25T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T11:15:00.837-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-25T11:15:00.837-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Music" /><title /><content type="html">I found the video below in barely 2 minutes after hearing it on the end credits of a Weeds show. You feel like a detective discovering "who done it?" when you succeed in such a short quest on the internet. It's weirdly thrilling. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QFBDuoK_fXA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-4403332179838996556?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/6U4Z3-IE2Z0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/4403332179838996556/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/i-found-video-below-in-barely-2-minutes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/4403332179838996556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/4403332179838996556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/6U4Z3-IE2Z0/i-found-video-below-in-barely-2-minutes.html" title="" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/QFBDuoK_fXA/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/i-found-video-below-in-barely-2-minutes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UAQXo4fip7ImA9WhZbGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5539631634982645531</id><published>2011-06-23T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:14:00.436-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-23T23:14:00.436-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><title /><content type="html">"There in the Governor's Mansion that night I learned for the first time that my face to the world was not necessarily the face in my mirror."&lt;br /&gt;
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I love reading Joan Didion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5539631634982645531?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/iG9APLGAHuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5539631634982645531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/there-in-governors-mansion-that-night-i.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5539631634982645531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5539631634982645531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/iG9APLGAHuw/there-in-governors-mansion-that-night-i.html" title="" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/there-in-governors-mansion-that-night-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECQXg5eip7ImA9WhZbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5385036106149497535</id><published>2011-06-22T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:41:00.622-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-22T10:41:00.622-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><title>Checking Email</title><content type="html">It's 10:30am and I haven't eaten a thing. I have though checked my email twice, both for work and personal accounts. As if an hour is going to make a difference. Email, or the checking of email, somehow slows down time. It becomes imperative to check it regularly, though it's only been 1/2 an hour, an hour or two. You can do a lot in that amount of time, but the sense of urgency isn't warranted. As Tim Ferriss quipped in premonition four years ago, email is distracting and time-consuming if checked more than twice a day at regular intervals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5385036106149497535?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/K0OHxKks8f4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5385036106149497535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/checking-email.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5385036106149497535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5385036106149497535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/K0OHxKks8f4/checking-email.html" title="Checking Email" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/checking-email.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UAQHY7eip7ImA9WhZaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5984083651131895490</id><published>2011-06-21T22:55:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:20:41.802-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-06T12:20:41.802-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>Patti Smith - Just Kids</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/417r4z6vznL._BO2,204,203,200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/417r4z6vznL._BO2,204,203,200_.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Patti Smith writes innocently. She reads in a fluid way, the way a skateboarder must feel when the ricocheting of the wheels against the ground is lost to the smooth ride. It feels like Patti escaped the noisiness of the world, but not without difficulty. She knows of it, but lives beyond it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I can't echo her writing through metaphor as well as a reader can decipher it through "Just Kids". Overall an ode to Robert Mapplethorpe, the book speeds through adolescence into young adulthood in mid-60's New York. Andy Warhol fanaticism, Martin Luther King's death, Jimi Hendrix being cool, Janis Joplin's insecurities, and other folklore play out in first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Life just happened to Patti Smith, and she didn't struggle against it. She was lost and hungry and destitute, but kept going for the sake of art. I was sucked in by this struggle and couldn't stop reading, trying to figure out what this esoteric term that couldn't be seen or defined meant to her. Art in some sense was god, though the religious relation was never mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I couldn't relate to her hardship because I always found a practical solution for it. When Robert went through withdrawal, why did she take him to the Chelsea Hotel and not to Saint Vincent's? Why didn't she ask Janis Joplin or Jimi Hendrix to see her work and sponsor her? I was continuously drawn to her lack of finding a solution and letting circumstance suit her pace of life. Maybe she happened to life, because she would reject offers to sing or read her poems when they didn't feel right. She would pursue acting, though she didn't have any experience in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Patti and Robert had an approach to life that didn't at all make sense to me. I think that's the point. Patti wrote "Just Kids" to show the simple sinusoidal flow of life. Not just the content, but also the writing echoed that sentiment. There was no meaningful conveyance of "follow my route". There was no way you could anyway. No ego, no audience to write to, no publisher to impress. I'm reminded of Anna Nalick's "2 am" when she says she had to get a song down on paper before it threatened the life it belonged to. That's probably what Patti felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;She was asked to write about her time with Robert by Robert and though you knew it the whole time, she only shared that at the end. This didn't have to be published for her to feel the work was complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5984083651131895490?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/KKEZWBQShrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5984083651131895490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/patti-smith-just-kids.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5984083651131895490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5984083651131895490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/KKEZWBQShrE/patti-smith-just-kids.html" title="Patti Smith - Just Kids" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/06/patti-smith-just-kids.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04AQX84cSp7ImA9WhZVEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5343034963739287929</id><published>2011-05-24T15:39:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:39:00.139-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T15:39:00.139-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><title>The Art of Non-Conformity » Hello, My Name Is…</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don’t think that any of these ideological constructs are bad—in fact, they’ve clearly done good things for the world and helped a lot of people live more intentionally. But I do think it’s a mistake to group yourself into someone else’s idea of identity."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/hello-my-name-is/?awt_l=ESvw3&amp;amp;awt_m=1dQ9gJL1Msnt7W"&gt;Hello, My Name Is…&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Chris Guillebeau&lt;br /&gt;
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This post is one of the most clearly laid-out arguments against labels. The most difficult part about fighting labels is becoming another label during the process. You become anti-label and the cycle is&amp;nbsp;never-endless&amp;nbsp;from there.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like the way Chris links labels back to defining your personal identity. So many of us gain from dressing up, looking a certain way, having a higher-sounding title, living in a swanky neighborhood, working at that awesome company because of the way people look of us. Their perception of us makes us feel better. We become what others admire in that era - that specific moment in time when dark jeans or ties or hats or geekiness or tech work or working at Apple or McMansions or Beverly Hills or whatever are the in thing. We're social animals and we climb that hierarchy set for us by our social structures. Memes.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we step out of that moment - or rather &lt;i&gt;mement&lt;/i&gt; - and dig down deep for what we care about, we might find something different. Something dissimilar to the current social norm. We can never avoid labels, but going through the "know thyself" exercises lets us create our own or more solidly become part of a mission that we consciously agree with.&lt;br /&gt;
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What &lt;i&gt;mement&lt;/i&gt; are you a part of or do you want to create?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5343034963739287929?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/FuCJD7jiJdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5343034963739287929/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/art-of-non-conformity-hello-my-name-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5343034963739287929?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5343034963739287929?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/FuCJD7jiJdA/art-of-non-conformity-hello-my-name-is.html" title="The Art of Non-Conformity » Hello, My Name Is…" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/art-of-non-conformity-hello-my-name-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MSXg-eSp7ImA9WhZVEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-1040230417023777072</id><published>2011-05-23T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:06:28.651-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-23T14:06:28.651-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><title>Money, Happiness and Personality</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Life, except for the obvious physical needs, is not so much defined by the external situation as by the inner one. Having money won’t change your internal makeup. If you’re an anxious sonofabitch without money, you’re going to be an anxious sonofabitch with a lot of money."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://jingc.tumblr.com/post/5739996369/life-except-for-the-obvious-physical-needs-is#post-notes"&gt;Delayed Echoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Money, or the lack thereof, brings out the real you. Stickler, freewheeler, bragger, hoarder, hider, straggler, whatever your personality might be is what personality you have with money. The link between money and happiness is much more uncertain than with money and personality. It's the not the personal earning, but the personal growing, changing and evolving that will change someone's relationship with money.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been learning a lot about my personal relationship with money and how closely it's associated with my philosophy of life. I don't much like what I'm discovering. The strong correlation just means I guide my life around its accumulation. It's not just currency, it's my value system. And I'm working on changing that.&lt;br /&gt;
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The strongest influences are people who's value systems define their currency. For example, some people believe strongly in the value of relationships. We all might think we do, but we mostly hang out with similar socio-economic groups, lots of us make friends up the ladder, and marriage-wise, misunderstanding about financial issues is always among the top 3 reasons for divorce. People who truly value relationships deal in a different currency. For them, social capital may be important; how many friends you know that you can rely on, the level of trust you've garnered with your partner, etc. They're trading and bartering on a social exchange rate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other people have value systems surrounding creativity. They deal in the currency of art, originality and aesthetic. &amp;nbsp;Regardless of money or power or social capital, they're motivated and drawn to what moves them visually or musically. It's something unseen, but felt at their core.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm learning these different currencies, which seem so new to me, but have been around forever. Everything is intrinsically linked to money, but it doesn't have to be the guiding force or value system that drives us. It's the byproduct that lets us be more ourselves, whatever that personality might be. In a capitalist system, all of us are susceptible to being caught in an accumulation cycle and it's when we stop and assess our personality, values and motivations that we can truly begin to grow and change our relationship with money, and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-1040230417023777072?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/zbm63vMo-VQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/1040230417023777072/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/money-happiness-and-personality.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1040230417023777072?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/1040230417023777072?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/zbm63vMo-VQ/money-happiness-and-personality.html" title="Money, Happiness and Personality" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/money-happiness-and-personality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QAQX4zcSp7ImA9WhZXGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-4983867759755571384</id><published>2011-05-09T08:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:49:00.089-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-09T08:49:00.089-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health Care" /><title>Beautifully Sad</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.tedeytan.com/2011/05/02/8140"&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5680007436_24ef3fd312_b.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-4983867759755571384?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/sUSemzy8k_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/4983867759755571384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/beautifully-sad.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/4983867759755571384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/4983867759755571384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/sUSemzy8k_I/beautifully-sad.html" title="Beautifully Sad" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5680007436_24ef3fd312_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/beautifully-sad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YFSHs7fip7ImA9WhZXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-5397650429950250774</id><published>2011-05-06T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:45:19.506-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T15:45:19.506-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><title>How to Be Unremarkably Average</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Use your credit card as your primary means of spending. Get the largest mortgage you can qualify for. Fill it with plasma TVs and expensive furniture. Buy a big, new car and complain about the cost of gas. Spend all you earn, or maybe even more than you earn. The government will help you if there’s a recession. Spend money on things you don’t want but will help you impress others."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://chrisguillebeau.com/3x5/how-to-be-unremarkably-average/"&gt;The Art of Non-Conformity » How to Be Unremarkably Average&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scary thing was how much of this artfully satirical diatribe related to me and how much I bet it relates to a lot of those who read it. It does describe "average" after all.&lt;br /&gt;
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The recurring theme is personal security; doing what's safe, sticking to what you know and understand. There's nothing bad in that. We are all trying to achieve some form of security, but when we reach it we slow down. And we certainly reach it when we hit the average mark.&lt;br /&gt;
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The key word is "trying". We should never stop. There is no achieving "security", only the sense that we have. The revolutions going on around us wake us up to that fact. Security is an aim, not a reality. There's nothing disconcerting in that. Rather, it keeps us alive!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-5397650429950250774?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/J7kGHwb2HXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/5397650429950250774/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/how-to-be-unremarkably-average.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5397650429950250774?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/5397650429950250774?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/J7kGHwb2HXY/how-to-be-unremarkably-average.html" title="How to Be Unremarkably Average" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/how-to-be-unremarkably-average.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICRH87fCp7ImA9WhZXE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-7654593031708266570</id><published>2011-05-02T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:22:45.104-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-02T09:22:45.104-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DailyOm" /><title>The Upside of Irritation</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"No matter how good we are at controlling our circumstances, there will always be factors and people that we cannot control. How we respond to these experiences to a great degree determines the quality of our lives. The goal of spiritual development is not to learn to control our environment—which is more of an ego-driven desire. And while having some measure of control over our external reality is important, it is when we are confronted with a person or situation that irritates us and we can choose not to react that we know have made progress spiritually. It is when we have mastered our internal reality that we will have become the masters of our lives."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2011/28075.html"&gt;DailyOM - The Upside of Irritation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-7654593031708266570?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/Oqpg5sSkAZI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/7654593031708266570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/upside-of-irritation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/7654593031708266570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/7654593031708266570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/Oqpg5sSkAZI/upside-of-irritation.html" title="The Upside of Irritation" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/05/upside-of-irritation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MMQX0-cCp7ImA9WhZQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-2995807631284499404</id><published>2011-04-21T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:18:00.358-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-21T10:18:00.358-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Language" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Perspective" /><title>Group Think</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://images.nymag.com/arts/books/reviews/bigidea110328_560.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;"To which I say: key-shmey. There is no rule, process, peer group, leader, or best seller that can absolve us of the responsibility of thinking our way through life on our own two feet. What irks me most about this infinite parade of gigundo solutions isn’t their glibness or even the borderline theology (of some) and borderline Babbitry (of others) involved in promising audiences easy, happy, profitable ideas. Nope. What irks me is that when you rigidly apply grand theories to everybody, sooner or later everybody feels like nobody, whether you’re in Communist Belgrade or the local DMV. There is a reason we call such systems soul-crushing: They ignore or annihilate individual difference and inner life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the brilliantly-written &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/print/?/arts/books/reviews/tina-rosenberg-2011-3/index1.html"&gt;Group Think&lt;/a&gt; by Kathryn Schulz. It's worth a full read, if only for the comedic lilt of the piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-2995807631284499404?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/0uLoENoXb6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/2995807631284499404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/04/group-think.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2995807631284499404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/2995807631284499404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/0uLoENoXb6w/group-think.html" title="Group Think" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/04/group-think.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAMQXg6cSp7ImA9WhZQE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6150488761618558032.post-90947732146166798</id><published>2011-04-20T11:53:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T11:53:00.619-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-20T11:53:00.619-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quotes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="DailyOm" /><title>Seeking Advice from Yourself</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;"Think back to how you viewed the world when you were younger. What were your thoughts on happiness, love, and injustice? Think about how you would have reacted to a dilemma you are currently facing. The perspective may shed a different light on relationships, money matters, or life decisions. Likewise, think about the person you will become. A more mature version of you might mull a problem or conflict over carefully before taking action right away… or perhaps not. Maybe your older self would be more willing to take risks, care less about what other people think, and want to enjoy life more."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2011/28065.html"&gt;DailyOM - Seeking Advice from Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6150488761618558032-90947732146166798?l=www.akshaykapur.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~4/VL75UxjpFl4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/feeds/90947732146166798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/04/seeking-advice-from-yourself.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/90947732146166798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6150488761618558032/posts/default/90947732146166798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AkshayKapur/~3/VL75UxjpFl4/seeking-advice-from-yourself.html" title="Seeking Advice from Yourself" /><author><name>Akshay Kapur</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/115238604271123866648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-MGCi791sng4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAN8s/H1E6TTBb2fk/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.akshaykapur.net/2011/04/seeking-advice-from-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

