Triple (#’s, ups ‘n downs, $1 belt)

Update.  Since writing this, I have done 3 more triples and 1 quadruple (sort of).  On July 19, 24, 26 I tripled. They were great.  Between Aug 4 and 5, over a 24 hr period, I did 4 classes, a QUAD, I think!

On June 22, I my first triple.  I did 270 minutes of 26 postures in 105° temperature.  3 ninty minute classes.  I grew exponentially in strength and determination with each passing minute.  I didn’t expect to.  I expected the opposite.

270 is an interesting number.  So is 18, 17, 16, 105, 26, and 3.  But this post isn’t about numbers, so I’ll keep you in suspense.

I learned a new trick too.  A trick to focus on breathing.  I imagined that my breath was visible.  I only allowed my thoughts to travel the distance of each exhale.  My mind was restricted by the proximity of the air I breathed.

Oh, and Teddy.  Or Ted.  He said I could call him Teddy.  What a sweet man.  A few weeks ago he started a conversation with me.  He told me he used to have skin issues like mine.  He offered helpful, solicited advice.  He also told me he did 4 triples in a row.  12 classes in 4 days.  Dang.  So Teddy got me thinking about doing a triple a few weeks ago.

So, in early June, I started thinking about it.  I did several doubles with the premeditated desire to triple.  I brought extra towels and vitamins and pop-tarts, etc.

By June 20, I was certain that I would never triple.  Once I gave up reaching for the “goal”, the “goal” reached out to me.

First there was Marco.  Then Lisa.  I was whipped.  I was thinking about an austin style savasanna.  But I was feeling ok.  So I went to the front desk and talked briefly with Karen.  I told her I was gonna be in her class.  I told her I was gonna triple.

She said “take it easy .:. don’t kill yourself”.  I thought “GREAT! Nap time.”

But the mind plays tricks.  My third class on June 22 was my strongest class ever.  My mind was empty.  My body was warm and stretched. What seemed to take great energy in class 1 and 2, came without much effort in class 3.

I don’t think i’ll do this again. I don’t think it was good for my bones.  I am still aching.  Still shaking. Still recovering.  I feel like I ran a marathon.  Marathons are great.  But the impact is bad for certain folks.  Triples are super cool too.  But for my body and mind, they are too much.

Oh, and about the belt.  Since I started in March, i’ve lost at least one dollar’s worth of girth based on my belt holes.  Not sure you can see the holes.  The last two I drilled myself.  This is about as quantifiable as I can be.  I lost at least six inches.  The belt is just about fed up with me. (Another update! There are three additional holes, in sum, 5 new holes.)

my shrink, quantified

quantifiable losses

Seriously, this is something that’s really happened in just a few months.  I spent about three hundred buckaroos at BYD Austin.  I have spent more mullah getting my old clothes tightened up, buying new (used) pants, and now this.  I gotta get a new belt.  If I drill more holes in this thing, it’s gonna fall apart.

EOG: Official Google Divorce (Sort of)

It’s done.  My Google Account is gone.

If you are interested in joining the anti-big-brother-cancel-google revolution with me, here are the simple instructions:  ”Canceling your Gmail address“!  Funny, this is answer 8152 in Gmail’s Help Topics.  I am sure there are 10′s of thousands of help topics, but you’d think that canceling would be in the 100′s, not the thousands.

If you haven’t followed, I have blogging about this divorce.  See the the memesist tag Divorce, for example.  http://memesist.wordpress.com/tag/divorce/  Or just read below if you’re coming from the trimmed url.

Initially, I was planning on a more comprehensive divorce.  Surgically removing each application from my Google profile.  But, I don’t have the time.  So, I decided the “nuclear” approach was most efficient.  It always is.

Shortly, the few folks that are still in my address book will get a notification, the final notification.  These folks will get my new email addr.

Goodbye emails from Papa Johns, Goodbye emails from AT&T Account Manager, Goodbye Zappos (I am still a customer though), see you later over-hyped EarthAid, ReserveAmerica, CVS, Watchovia, Wells Fargo and others.

Goodbye GOOGLE.  It’s been a pleasure feeding off your brilliance, slurping your nectars.  Sadly, your blood has gone sour.  I am off to look for another host.  Hello Bing, Hello again Yahoo! How’s it going WolframAlpha!

Oh, btw, the “sort of” in the subject line, refers to the unfortunate, inevitable reality that every now and then, Google will need to be used.  I’ll temper this when possible.  But if I bump into Google in a public place, I will be gentlemanly, I will say hello warmly, then proceed to the next guest.

Postscript:  Someone recently alerted me to the amount of data that creditors have on me.  That’s the next campaign, get rid of credit.  Sometime, ask me about the other businesses that I am boycotting.  Despite the positive message from their PR departments, they are NOT in it for you, they care about their stakeholders.

Update: Divorcing Google

I had no idea.  I didn’t think this would be sooooo much work.  Have you ever tried removing one application from google.  It’s about as fun as uninstalling something from microsoft.

A few posts ago, I reported that I removed reader.google.com.  Today, to my surprise, my reader account was still active.  I tried removing my calendar.google.com today, and every time I selected delete – then got the popup “are you sure” – I would find that my calendar was still there.

It took about an hour to removed docs.google.com.  There was a lot of stuff there.  Some top-secret strategic information for a company that has since been acquired by a bigger fish, so it doesn’t matter,  There were also several resumes, several home finance spreadsheets, some personal stuff, some embarrassing stuff, etc.  Google had access to all of this stuff.  Not saying that they looked at it.  I am really very unimportant.  But I bet google has a way of parsing all of the kagillionzillion words posted in docs and doing something maniacal with it … like selling marketing or adsense or words or something.  Why did it take sooo ling?  You have to download and remove one file at a time.  Each download and remove takes around 30 seconds.  So, guess how many files I had up there?

So, another accomplishment, I am off docs.google.com

FYI … there is a 30 second approach from separating entirely from Google.  Just wipe out your username.  But doing so would defeat the purpose of this project.  The purpose, or my purpose, is to understand exactly everything that they have access to.  Understand how they could – not stating they did – use my information to categorize, bucket, understand and group me into a larger group by which they could monetize with targeted marketing and sales.

I also cut off books.google.com, but that was easy.

Some Progress. Some Fears.

Previously on Memesist, I announced I was divorcing myself from a tie (made of many smaller ties) that has bound and nearly gagged me.  A tie that was choking me.  A tie that was trying to starve me. Google!

This week was busy, hectic, uncertain, high, low and every night I numbed out until early morning, then started it over again.  Lot’s occurred, but I can’t entirely remember. Next week I will make three simple goals, and go after them with focus.

I am proud of three very recent accomplishments that occured in the last 60 minutes amidst several, unrelated phone calls and emails.  I have cut a few of the smaller ties.

  • DONE! Unhook from the reader.google.com
  • DONE! Shut down analytics.google.com
  • DONE! Clear my schedule from calendar.google.com

I didn’t expect it to be easy.  Anticipated it would be tricky.  These assumptions probably were the reason that it took an hour.  I lived up to my own expectations.

Whatever.  Three of the binds are severed.  In order to shut down the whole deal, to remove account entirely, I have about 8 or 9 other binds to snip.

But I accomplished something today.  Just want me to be clear about that, for myself.

They know too much.  Absolute knowledge corrupts absolutely.  I know I have bastardized the previous statement.  Please don’t correct me.

Here is what I am afraid of aside from my kids getting either mugged or lice.  I am afraid that google will cripple me and my entreprenuerial endeavors.  Cripple as in remove all my bones.  Could they do this.  Yep.  I am less than a spec of dust in a giant’s eye (another kimya reference).  I could get blacklisted.  They could send rays of combined internet buzzes from a satelitte orbitting over me now, of a photographer taking pictures of the building in which I compose this, and electrocute/zap/scorch/singe me to a messy pile of w, w, w’s.  This is NO dramatic understatement.  They could.  They have absolute power.  More than the US GDP.

I just got off the phone with my therapist.  Last paragraph caused a panic attack.  In the worst case scenario, I could get zapped.  If this occurs, then, I’d write a book and become a kazillionaire!

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