July 2010

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One of my favorite things about being an entrepreneur is that I can travel pretty much whenever I feel like it, make my own hours, and run my empire from my laptop, in bed, with a cat on my neck.

Other goals of mine: being unable to breathe, fleas.

I was working with a client the other day and it became very clear that she was not very clear about where she wanted her life to be going.  Hence it was going rather ho humly – she’d already achieved the jaw droppingly monumental things she’d set out to do when we first started working together, and at our last meeting she came to me with all of these “problems” that in reality were symptoms of not knowing where to head next.

Clarity = freedom: Figure out what you want and do not stop until you get there.  (Seriously, this is pretty much the entire formula for success.  Right there, in one, unmysterious sentence.  All you need to know.)

We must constantly update our road maps and make sure we have a clear destination in sight or else we’ll be groping around in the dark, hoping to grab on to the nearest thing that feels kinda okay rather than hurtling towards awesomeness.

Are you a groper or a hurtler?

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SE Asia: The Final 12 Hours.

Singapore is an island. It’s an island that is one big city. It’s also an island that is one big city that’s it’s own country. Something I imagine Manhattan longs (and pretty much pretends) to be.

A city surrounded by oil tankers

It’s pretty impressive and modern and squeaky clean, especially to someone who’s been rolling around on the unpaved streets and pooping in holes in the third world for 2 months.

Bizarre photo of lady on subway


Even more bizarre photo of guy on subway

Justin and I flew from our beloved Kota Kinabalu with its mind blowing sunsets, white sand islands and disgusting, over priced food, to Singapore where I was catching a flight back to the States the next morning and he was traveling on to Vietnam.

In 8 hours we're gonna feel like doo doo

We landed in Singapore at 7pm and my flight out was the next morning at 7am which meant, of course, all nighter!  Then, at about 3am, we remembered oh yeah, we’re in our 40′s, not our 20′s, and found ourselves facedown in some strange hotel in Little India.

Perhaps it was the shock of the blinding cleanliness that made us hightail it to the utter filth and chaos of Little India – all I know is that at around 2am we were so in love with the place that when we realized that the real live India was just around the corner, we were off to the airport like the crazy, spontaneous, fearless adventurers we were – woo hoo!

Then I realized we needed a Visa.  And that I had to go home and get to work. And that we were drunk. So we went to sleep instead.

We were in this amazing bar with only 2 other customers besides us, both men, both hammered, and I got the feeling it was sort of a strip club light. 

The place had no windows and the guys kept tucking dollar bills into the dancers’ belts.  Then they’d get up and stumble around, trying to dance along with the ladies who tolerated them like drunk uncles at a wedding.

I'll be here all night!

The music and the dancers were so UTTERLY UNBELIEVABLY GREAT that we stayed there for several hours. I demand you watch this video:

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Then we collapsed in some weirdo hotel, slept for 3 hours, and dragged our carcasses to the airport for a bleary, teary good-bye.

That’s all folks!

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Sex is Back!

I shot an audition pilot called Sex and Life for Oprah’s new network in high hopes that I’d be The Chosen One to get my own show. Pretty much everyone with a face and a camera shot one too, but I don’t care. Oprah o no Oprah, I’monna get this show on the air dammit.

Cuz I realized how much I miss talking about fiddling your faddle and stuff.

My brilliant and dear pals Dan Kusner (co-thunk it up, co-wrote, edited) and Justin Hibbard (followed me around with a camera) helped.

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