Permission To Do Nothing

35 days into my current Australian travels I became utterly exhausted.

A cold, rainy time in Melbourne, 5 days in a cold (down to 6-7C at night) camper van with no heat (awesome trip along The Great Ocean Road though!), and 25 hours in a seat on The Ghan train from Adelaide to Alice Springs had me feeling tired.

Upon arriving in Alice Springs I sat down in the lounge area of my hostel and fired up Google Docs to finish some writing. As I was about to open a file called “The Iron Mind” an article called “Permission to do nothing” caught my eye.

The article had, up to that point, consisted of exactly one sentence:

Permission To Do Nothing

Whenever I have an idea for an article, essay, eBook, Web site…well, anything…I either create a Google Doc, write it in a notebook, or e-mail myself. This was a perfect example of that.

While in Alice Springs I planned on actually doing some tours. You know, doing what other tourists do.

Tangent: There is constant debate amongst people who travel on the tourist vs traveler label, but I’m not stupid enough to consider myself anything other than a tourist whether I fit the stereotype or not.

I will probably never be back to “the red centre” of Australia again, so I should take advantage of the surrounding sights while I’m here, right?

But would it change anything if I see Ayers Rock, a few hundred kilometers away, instead of Meyers Hill, a 10 minute walk from where I’m staying?

Both are beautiful. Both are works of nature. Both are a part of Australia’s history. One would stress the shit out of me right now on a tour. The other, which I could experience by taking a leisurely walk, would make me feel alive.

West Macdonnel Ranges from top of Meyers Hill
West MacDonnell Ranges from top of Meyers Hill

My travel goals are different than most. I’m more in line with what Derek Sivers talks about in his recent Freedom article:

Friends back home would say, “So what did you do in Iceland?”

I’d say, “Same thing as you. Same thing I’d be doing anywhere else. Just programming, working, writing, reading, flirting, living.”

I’m not traveling to see every sight or to do everything. I’m traveling as an alternative means of living.

What would I do back “home” on a Tuesday? I definitely wouldn’t go out to “see the sights” unless it was something special. (Friends/family in town, for example.)

I would eat, read, hang out, ride my bike, write, and eat some more. :)

The point is, I decided I’m not going to go on any tours while here in Alice Springs. I’m staying at a very small, relaxed, hostel and enjoying reading in a hammock, going to the store to buy groceries for lunch/dinner, and writing in the hot, hot heat.  (mmm, I love heat)

The beauty of life is you get to live it as you please. You may have people tell you you’re “doing it wrong” but they get a big fuck you.

“Everyone gets one life. Yours is almost used up, and instead of treating yourself with respect, you have entrusted your own happiness to the souls of others.” – Marcus Aurelius Meditations 2.6

If you’re ever at a crossroads on a decision remember to do what you want, not what others expect you to do.

And if you still can’t decide…

You don’t need it, but you have my permission to do nothing.

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You may have noticed I posted this on a Thursday even though I already posted on Tuesday. I’m experimenting with a twice/week posting schedule.

I’ve been writing a lot, but my once/week posting schedule means I’m not posting most of it. The problem is editing a post takes me a long time. I’m slow with it. What I’m getting at is there will be a post every Tuesday, and now, for the time being, every Thursday. :) Now, subscribe to the RSS feed, if you haven’t already! ;)

What It’s Like To Tour With A Rock Band – The Swellers Record Release Edition

Going on tour with a rock band sounds like all fun and games. No holding back, here are the dirty little secrets of touring…

This post is in honor of my friends The Swellers getting signed and releasing a new CD today.  Go buy Ups and Downsizing by The Swellers on Amazon (not iTunes, iTunes sucks! ha!) right now. ;)

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We arrive at our home for the night somewhere in the middle of Illinois.  The floor is so filthy I’m positive it hadn’t been cleaned in a handful of years.  There’s mold in the kitchen.  The dogs are barking and running wild.

I throw my sleeping bag down on an empty spot of carpet.  Empty insofar as there was no physical obstacle in my way.  The dirt was visible in low light from my standing position.

This is now known as Dirt House #3.  Not the first, and probably not the last.  I learned the best course of action in these situations is to fall asleep as soon as possible.  And try to cover your face so as not to breathe in too much dirt.

I wake up at 6 am.  It’s Winter.  I haven’t showered in days.  We have to leave soon to make it to the next venue so I head straight for the bathroom to get clean.

I turn on the hot water yearning for some warmth.  As is the case with most old houses in the midst of a Midwest Winter’s wrath I know it’ll take a minute for the water to warm up.

I check every 30 seconds or so and the water is still cold as ice.  This isn’t looking good.  I decide I need to get somewhat clean so I turn off the water and hop in the shower.  I turn the water back on just long enough to rinse my body.

I can’t handle the frigidity enough to actually lather up so I immediately dry off and get out.

Well, at least I’m fully awake now.

Touring, Like Long Term Traveling, Can Be Rough

To be blunt: touring is a lot of hard work for almost no pay. (In that regard, it’s not at all like long term traveling, since travel shouldn’t be hard work.)

If done right (i.e with friends) touring can be the time of your life as it was for me.

I’ve been on two 3 week tours of the US with my friends’ bands (the aforementioned The Swellers and another now-defunct band, Alucard).  Not as a musician (although I am), but to help run the show.  That is, I’d mostly help with loading/unloading gear, selling merchandise, and partying.

While doing a rock tour sounds glamorous, most bands touring the US right now are living hand to mouth.  Tour buses, catering, and road crew are for the select few.

Going On Tour Is Like Traveling On A Backpacker’s Budget

The similarities are numerous:
You eat many meals offered by kind strangers.  In this case, sometimes the venue (small club/bar) will provide you with a meal.
You sleep anywhere and everywhere.  Van, hotels, couches, floors, and department stores (not a joke) are all fair game.
You pack light. There’s only so much room in a van full of 5 or 6 people.

The Deep Down Dirty Secrets About What Really Happens On Tour

An average day of an underground touring rock band looks like this:

Wake up, get ready to go.
– Drive 4-8 hours to a new city/state.
– Get to the venue.
– Unload gear and merchandise.
– Set up gear and merch.
– Play show.
– Sell merch.
– Hopefully make enough money to buy gas and some food.
– Pack everything up and load it back into the trailer.
– Head to the night’s accommodations.  Hopefully a friend or fan offers up their home.  If not, it’s sleeping in the van (likely) or paying for a hotel room (unlikely).
Repeat.

If it sounds rigid and boring that’s because I left out the best parts. Details…

The Drive

Driving hours upon hours in a van with a bunch of guys might not sound appealing to you, but the drive is actually a really good time.

Why?

1) If you didn’t sleep enough the night before now is your chance.
2) Because of constantly changing circumstances/locations the conversation is usually interesting and free-flowing.
3) It’s a great time to read.
4) And my favorite part of the drive, assuming you’re not sleeping you get to see parts of the country (or world) that most people will never see.  It’s really scenic out there on the open road.

Sometimes you get to see some crazy things.

For example, have you ever driven through the black smoke of a burning big rig in the middle of the Arizona desert? Check it…

The Shows

You get to meet new fun people every single night. While I didn’t make any lasting friendships with people I met on tour I had a great time with everybody.

The Aftershow

Depending on the type of venue you’re playing the aftershow might start before the show. :)  And by aftershow I mean party.  I think this is one aspect of rock life that doesn’t depend on the number of records you’ve sold.  Whether straight edge or dope fiends, I’m going to bet that  pretty much every touring band parties in some capacity.

It’s a chance to let loose and relax with friends old and new.

We would do everything from singing songs on the streets of Chicago, Illinois to scootering around Billings, Montana to playing flip cup at an Omaha, Nebraska house party.  Anything is fair game.

Lessons Learned

Many of the lessons learned from tour can be applied to any regular long term travel .

Shower whenever you can because some days you won’t be able to.  Bonus: truck stop showers are fair game!
Bring your own towel.  As you know from my light packing list, I prefer the PackTowl.  It doesn’t take up much space and dries quickly.
There will be conflicts.  Close quarters for weeks on end has been the killer of more than a few relationships. Get over conflicts quickly or your time will be miserable. Roll with the punches…
Fatty fast food day in and day out will make you feel horrible.  Eating healthy isn’t easy, but it is possible.  Stop at a grocery store and stock up on bananas, apples, and other fruit that will keep well in the van.  Raw almonds and cashews are also a personal favorite.
Work out daily. Even simple jumping jacks and pushups will do you wonders.
If you’re staying at somebody’s house be respectful. Clean up after yourself and offer to help clean the kitchen or any common area even if you’re normally a filthy slob at your own home.  I’ve had bands stay at my house only to leave a mess for me to clean with barely a “thanks for letting us use you!”  No, they weren’t allowed back.

Thanks to touring I’ve been able to:
– sleep on couches/floors/parking lots in 25 States.
– see some of the most amazing scenery in the United States (seeing the Rocky Mountains on I-90 crossing into Idaho from Montana is some of my favorite scenery; Northern California mountains; the vastness of the Arizona desert)
– become better friends with some awesome people.

For another view of what touring is like, check out this tour video I put together from the last tour I did with The Swellers:

Fuck “Doing It While You Can” (or How To Make Things Happen)

There is never a perfect time to do anything. Here’s how to make things happen anyway…

Ever since I made the decision to go on an extended trip (EDIT 2 years later: this has now turned into a non-stop travel lifestyle) I’ve been getting lots of feedback. Much of that feedback has been in the form of …

Do it:

– while you’re young.

– while you still can.

– while you don’t have kids.

– while you’re not married.

“You can hold your breath until you turn blue, but they’ll still go on doing it.” – Marcus Aurelius Meditations 8.4

It got to the point where I started believing it and I’d say it myself.

“Yeah, you know, I gotta do it while I can.”

It pissed me off that I let that non-sense poison me.

I say non-sense, because when somebody says “do it while you can” it’s their cop-out. Their excuse for not doing “it.”

If you want to do something, you make it happen. Somehow. Some way. Make. It. Happen.

It probably won’t be easy at first and you may have some setbacks (i.e. learning experiences). But you never know, maybe it’ll be easier than you can imagine. After all, humans are an incredibly resourceful bunch.

“Do it while you can” only exists in the hearts and minds of those who have never accomplished anything they’re proud of.

What’s the perfect time to travel?

What’s the perfect time to get married?

What’s the perfect time to have a kid?

What’s the perfect time to quit your job and start anew?

What’s the perfect time to exercise?

What’s the perfect time to quit smoking?

The only “perfect time” many people have figured out to do anything is when to watch their favorite TV shows and when to go to work.

And that’s only because somebody else makes those decisions.

What’s the perfect time to make thing happen?

Right now.

“Keep in mind how fast things pass by and are gone — those that are now, and those to come. Existence flows past us like a river: the “what” is in constant flux, the “why” has a thousand variations. Nothing is stable, not even what’s right here. The infinity of past and future gapes before us — a chasm whose depths we cannot see. ” – Marcus Aurelius Meditations 5.23

Let’s use exercise as an example.

I know, based on my old ways, that an easy way to get out of working out was telling myself “now is not a good time.”

It’s too late. I’m hungry. It’s too early. I’m tired. I just want to relax. I didn’t get enough sleep. My favorite TV show starts in 10 minutes. I ate too much.

Let’s say you had a really busy day with work and errands and you didn’t get home until 10pm. Since you usually go to bed at 11:30pm you decide it’s too late to work out. You have no valid reason, of course. It’s just “too late” to work out.

How badly do you want it?

If you want to lose weight, get 6-pack abs, run a marathon, whatever it is, you have to make sacrifices. If that means working out at night when you least feel like working out then so be it. Make. It. Happen.

Nobody will do it for you.

You don’t burn calories and lose weight by thinking about burning calories and losing weight. (Let’s not get technical, I know we burn calories by simply living.)

You burn calories by physically stressing your body through exercise.

You don’t quit smoking by thinking about quitting smoking.

You quit by making the decision that the benefits of quitting far outweigh not quitting.

And you make it happen.

If you’re having trouble making something happen a great way to figure it out is to model someone else who has already done what you want to do.

It’s OK to be a follower (sometimes).

Fortunately, we live in a time when people freely share information online about life changes they’ve made. Anything you want to do has been done before in some way, by people no more intelligent or gifted than you.

And they’ve documented how they did it on blogs and Web sites.

Your next step is to follow what they’ve done.

You’ll find the sole difference between somebody who accomplishes a goal and someone who doesn’t is focus. If you’ve got laser targeted focus you will accomplish anything.

I would not have set off on a journey like I have if it wasn’t for all the travel blogs I’ve been reading and people I’ve met through CouchSurfing over the past 2 years. They provided me with not only inspiration, but practical advice for doing what they did.

How can you not get inspired by people like Gary Arndt, who spent more than 2 years traveling the world solo? (If you want to use being married and having a young child as an excuse, check out http://soultravelers3.com.)

Don’t believe anybody who says “you gotta do it while you can.”

You’ve got to do it because you want to, need to, do it. And nothing else matters.

How To Get Lost In Notoriously Dangerous South Central LA (or How To Get A Free Ride From The Police)

About that time I got lost in the wrong part of town. The LAPD offered me a ride to a safer place. I declined and lived to tell the tale…

I’m at LAX on the way to Sydney, Australia via Auckland, NZ on Air New Zealand.  I thought it would be fitting to write about 2 interesting events that happened last time I was in the area.

These events both happened within 1 week of each other on a trip to LA in 1999-2000.  My girlfriend at the time and I were staying in Redondo Beach with her cousin, which was about an hour on trains to Hollywood.

On their own these stories are short so I’ve combined them into one longer post.

Part 1: How Not To Get Shot For Your Shoes

Late December, just before New Year’s 2000:

Making our way back to Redondo Beach after sunset from a long day in Hollywood we had to get off and switch trains in Watts.  Home to the Watts Riots of 1965 and with more than 500 homicides between 1989 and 2005, Watts isn’t known as a particularly safe city.

But we’d made this trip a few times before so I didn’t expect this experience to be any different.

There we were on the train platform with 30-40 others waiting for our respective trains when across the platform I noticed a kid, about my age, staring me down.

I ignored it and continued talking to my girlfriend.

But I felt the eyes still staring at me so I did one of those “hey, there’s a girl checking you out, so turn around and look but don’t make it seem like you’re turning around to look” moves.

He started walking towards me.

My first thought was “OK, no big deal, he’s probably not even walking towards me.”

Within a few seconds he was within 12 inches of my face staring into my eyes.

I didn’t know yet what to think, but this kid did not seem very happy to see me, and as far as weapons go all I had was my hands.  (Which, fair enough, are LETHAL!)

“Nice shoes, what kind?”

Taken aback, I looked down at my shoes, because I had no idea what they were, while simultaneously thinking “Oh sweet, I’m about to get mugged.”

“Oh, New Balance running shoes.”

Still staring laser focused into my eyes he said, with a very serious tone, “I like them.”  Then he turned around and walked away.

I’m still not sure what this experience says about me.

I didn’t feel uncomfortable being one of only a handful of white people on the train platform until I was approached rather ominously.

But why did I assume I was going to get mugged when the kid asked about my shoes?  He was obviously just a big fan of shoes.

That said, had he been more cheerful it might have helped to ease my tension.

Part 2: If A Cop Offers You A Ride, You’re Probably Not Safe

“I don’t need a map, I know how to get there.”

I’m going to speculate that those 11 words have resulted in quite a few good stories over the years.

Here’s mine:

We decided to spend the afternoon at the California Science Center near downtown LA in Exposition Park.

We’d been in that area a few days earlier so I knew the correct train stops.

After breakfast in a nice little Redondo Beach diner we headed out.  The first train station was a 15 minute walk and, as luck would have it, the train arrived at the same time we did.

As per usual for our sojourns to LA from Redondo we switched trains in Watts and headed on our way to the California Science Center.

After riding on the train for a few stops I decided the upcoming stop was ours.

We got off the train.

And we were the only 2 people to get off the train.

That seemed a little odd, but nothing necessarily out of the ordinary.

Walking away from the train into a neighborhood I didn’t feel sure this was the correct stop anymore. Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

The neighborhood looked so normal I can’t even describe it well.  Normal looking stores.  Normal looking streets. Normal looking houses.

Except for one minor detail.

There were no people in sight. Anywhere.  Nobody in the stores, nobody in the streets, and nobody outside the houses.

We’d been walking for 10 minutes and we were completely alone somewhere in Los Angeles.

But we pressed on.  The California Science Center had to be somewhere around here, right?

A few minutes later I spotted a gas station down the road and made out an LAPD cruiser.

We hurriedly walked to the gas station, I walked up to one of the Officers and asked, “Excuse me, do you know how to get to the Science Center?”

He gave me a once over and responded authoritatively, “Get out of here.”

“What?” I responded, a little confused.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Well, then how do we get to the Science Center?” I still didn’t understand what he meant.

“You shouldn’t be here, do you want a ride?”

Oooooohhhhhhh.  That’s what he meant.

“Uhh, we’ll just walk back to the train.”

“That’s probably a good idea, but be careful.”

“OK, thanks, bye.”

I guess I didn’t know the correct train stops.

And we never did make it to the Science Center.

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Your turn: Any good “stranger in a strange land” or “wrong place at the wrong time” type stories of your own?  Comment or shoot me an e-mail.  Just please don’t shoot me. ;)

Get Fit In Just 1 Minute or “Am I Gonna Die From Heat Exhaustion?”

How to get in the habit of daily exercise (without the heat exhaustion, of course)…

It was an evening in early May of 2008 and I decided to go for a short bike ride around the block.

I’m not sure why as I didn’t do this often at the time, but during this particular ride I felt free.  You know how when you’re a child and you ride your bike fast, recklessly, and without a care in the world?

That’s exactly how I felt and this short bike ride turned into a 1 hour long bike ride.

With fresh air breezing by, and the sun setting, I had an epiphany.  In the thrill of the ride I realized that the reason I could never stick to an exercise regimen was I would do exercises that weren’t enjoyable to me.

I tried running, lifting weights, pushups and other body-weight exercises but it all went nowhere.

I hated running just for the sake of running, yet I would try to run daily and usually pull a muscle or two.  After a few days I’d quit.  Does that sound familiar?

I hated lifting weights because it was boring and the amount of weight I could lift was miniscule.  I hired a personal trainer twice/week anyway because I thought lifting weights is what you’re “supposed” to do.  I quit after a few months.  I didn’t realize any significant progress in strength and the weight room smelled like sweaty feet and massive ego.

And I absolutely hated pushups because from a very young age I always had the weakest upper body in my peer group and could never do more than a few pushups or pullups.

But that evening bike ride shifted my thinking.  If I could find exercises I enjoyed then I’d not only want to do them, I’d crave doing them.

Have you realized that when you find something you truly enjoy doing you can’t get enough of it?

You lose track of time when you’re engrossed in the activity.

So I immediately got to work organizing a 44 mile bike ride along the West Orange Trail in Central Florida for Saturday June 7, 2008.  It’s 22 miles each way, so we’d do the whole trail front to back.

I began training every day.  First just a few miles.  Then 5.  Then I was doing 10 miles per ride without a problem.  I stepped it up to 15 miles and then finally I did a single 22 mile bike ride a few days before June 7.

I still hadn’t built up the endurance for a full 44 miles, but I knew I could do the West Orange Trail one way.  Since I’d be stranded if I didn’t continue I’d have no choice but to go 22 miles back to the starting point.  My friends would be there for support if I needed them.

Saturday rolled around, 10 friends showed up, and we started our ride from Mile Marker 0 of the West Orange Trail at 11:30 am.

That was a mistake.  It was already hot, 85 degrees or so, and the peak temperature of the day hit 95 and very humid.  We should’ve started the ride at 8 or 9 am.

The first 10 miles were simple.  I’d already been training at least 10 miles/day for a few weeks so I had no fatigue.

I didn’t hit the first figurative wall until about the 18 mile mark. It was getting really tiring.  It was hot.  I was soaked in sweat.  I’d already been riding in this incredible Florida heat for 2 hours because I made sure to stay back with the slowest rider.

That rider, through no physical fault of his own, was my friend Andrei.  He borrowed a too-small mountain bike that was very difficult for a grown man to ride.

Finally we got to the end point, mile 22, and stopped at a gas station for rations.  After a few minutes of rest we were off back the way we came.

It was getting a lot more difficult and my friend Andrei was looking sick and pale.  Usually he could power past anything, but this bike was exhausting him so greatly that he was ready to quit.

At the 31 mile mark I gave Andrei my bike, an easy to ride Gary Fisher Zebrano hybrid, so he could rest a bit.

I was exhausted too, but I thought 11 more miles on a children’s bike would be no problem.

I was wrong.

This bike didn’t want to move.  Besides being far too small for my six foot five inch frame, the wheels were really fat and slow.

After 2 miles I thought I was going to pass out.  I stopped constantly, drinking water, resting in shade, doing whatever I could to press on.

At Mile 41 I was ready to quit.

3 miles from the finish line but I just couldn’t continue. My body was so exhausted I was actually cold.

It was 95 degrees outside and I had chills.  I didn’t feel right.

I ran out of water a few miles back and saw a building I thought had a water fountain.  I immediately stopped, threw the bike on the ground and ran to the building.  No water fountain.  No people.  Nothing.

Dizzy, and unable to focus my eyes or thoughts, I dropped my almost lifeless body in the shade of a tree.

My friends continued, not knowing what I was up to, and found the actual water fountain about 200 yards further down the trail.

After a few minutes of laying on the ground I got up and got on my bike, hoping I could make it.  Thankfully, I only had that 200 yards to go.

The water was very warm, being that it was in direct sunlight, but it was glorious.  I drank, poured it all over my body and laid down on a bench.  Andrei had already been passed out on the adjacent bench for 10 minutes.

I told everybody else to go, we’d make it eventually.

After what seemed like hours, but was really just minutes, I told Andrei we needed to get up and go.  The sooner we got back, the sooner we could eat and refuel our depleted systems.

I still had chills, and knew something wasn’t quite right, but I also knew I needed to press on.

So we got on our bikes and rode the last 3 miles with a triumphant feeling of pure agony.

After 5 grueling hours and 44 miles in the scorching Florida sun, we made it.

Almost immediately we hopped in our cars and headed to a local burrito joint to load up on protein, carbs, and cold water.

Our exhaustion had turned into bliss.

I’ve since done the full 44 mile West Orange Trail again and I’ve ridden it in shorter lengths countless times.

How This Will Help You Get Fit In 1 Minute

You need to take just a few simple actions.

1) Find an exercise you enjoy (as I finally did).

This will take some trial and error, but it doesn’t matter what it is.  It can be running, swimming, lifting weights, playing basketball, literally anything that gets you sweating.  Notice I didn’t say walking.  Walking, while it may be beneficial, doesn’t get your heart pumping and isn’t much of a workout.  You won’t get a euphoric workout high by just walking.

2) Starting immediately go do that exercise for just 1 minute.

Yes, that’s it.  Put on your shorts, t-shirt, sweats, tennis/running/cross-training/basketball shoes, or whatever you need to wear for your workout.  And go do it for just 1 minute.

Nobody is so busy they don’t have a single, solitary, free minute in the day.

Psychologically, it is important that you actually “suit up” for your workout so don’t skip that.  It gets you in the “yes, I’m about to workout!” mood.

3) When you wake up the next day go do that exercise for another minute.

Do it immediately upon waking.  Don’t shower.  Don’t eat.  Go do your 1 minute workout.  Again, it’s just 1 minute.  Yes, you have that much time before work, school, or whatever morning commitments you may have.

4) Keep this up for 30 days.

To be fair: 1 minute won’t be enough to get you fit on its own, but it will be enough to get you in the exercise habit.

By the time the 30 days is up, assuming you chose an exercise you truly enjoy, you will not only be in the habit of daily workouts, but you’ll workout for much longer than 1 minute.

It’s a funny thing this brain of ours.  When we do something enjoyable it forces us to do it regularly and for a considerable amount of time.

In my case, I went a little extreme with that initial 44 mile bike ride, but I’ve been biking regularly ever since.

7 Tips: How To Declutter Your Life Using Craiglist

What I’ve learned about getting rid of most of my belongings and paring them down to just one 32 Liter backpack…

Getting rid of the extraneous things in your life is such a good feeling it really is hard to put into words.  If you’ve done it, you know how amazing it feels.  If you haven’t purged the clutter in your life, give it a try.

Good reasons for getting rid of clutter are vast and varied.

Maybe you’re moving and don’t want to rent a moving van.  Maybe you’re like me, going nomadic, and just need to get rid of everything.  Maybe you need a little bit of cash.  Or maybe you just need to clear a lot of junk out of your life and start with a clean slate.  Any reason is a good reason.

The question is, how do you go about getting rid of the clutter while minimizing the time involved and maximizing the cash you’ll receive?

Craigslist is your answer.  It’s available worldwide.  It’s free.  It’s fast.

To make purging your unwanted belongings easier I’ve put together these 7 tips I’ve acquired over the past month of clearing out my house.

I’ve sold almost everything except my car and couch at this point.  I’ve sold bedroom furniture, 2 beds, my favorite guitar (Gibson SG), bookshelves, a TV, Nintendo Wii, a Nintendo DS, fake house plants, and the list goes on.  All of the stuff I’ve sold has put about $3,000 in my pocket and I’ve never felt more free.  I’m paring everything down to one 32 Liter backpack so I still have a bit of a ways to go, but I’m almost there.

With all of that out of the way, let’s get to it:

1) Get An Account.

Go to http://www.craigslist.org and sign up for an account.  It’s free, and it makes listing and relisting items for sale quicker.  Saving your time is saving your money.

2) The Pictures.

Take pictures of all your things.  More pictures is better, but be mindful of the return on investment.  If you’re selling a $10 lamp is it worth your time to take multiple pictures? No.  If you’re selling a $500 bedroom set, on the other hand, provide as many details as you can.  Especially if there are any flaws in the furniture.  Be upfront about defects so you don’t waste anybody’s time.

Upload your pictures to Flickr, Photobucket, or your favorite image hosting site.  Name your images by product and number them.  For example, BedroomSet01.jpg, BedroomSet02.jpg, etc.  This way you’ll be more organized, and listing your items on Craigslist it will be quicker and easier.

Note: I use Photobucket and for each picture they give you the HTML code needed to easily insert into your Craiglist ad.

3) How To Write A Craigslist Headline.

Headlines are important, so be clear about what you’re selling.

Bad headline: 5 piece bedroom set.

Good headline: Black 5 Piece Bedroom Set Non-smoking home 70% off list!

It almost seems like common sense, but you’d be surprised how many people have horrible headlines.

4) Killer Pricing Strategies.

Craigslist buyers are looking for a deal.  That’s not to say you have to be unreasonably cheap, but be realistic.  If you have a $2000 bedroom set don’t expect to get $1500, or even $1000 for it.

Industry standard, time-tested, pricing strategies work here.  For example, $499 or $497 instead of $500.  I had a bedroom set listed for $500 and didn’t get any e-mails.  I changed the price to $499 and got 2 e-mails within an hour.

Bonus pricing tip: If you have no idea what to price your item you have 2 fast and easy options.  First, check eBay’s completed listings for the same item to check the average selling price.  Or, if your item is a big piece of furniture or something else that is probably not on eBay, price it at about 33% of retail if it’s still in great condition.  The worse the condition the lower you’ll have to go.

5) Best Times To List.

Deleting and immediately relisting your post is not allowed.  Craigslist makes you wait an arbitrary number of minutes, hours, or days.  I haven’t figured out that algorithm, because I’ve listed an item and been able to relist it within 30 minutes, and with another item I had to wait 2 days.

Best bet listing strategy:  List at 6-7 PM on Thursday.  This is when people are preparing to do their bargain shopping for the weekend and your item will be listed towards the top of your category’s page.

If your item hasn’t sold by Friday, delete the listing Friday evening then relist it Saturday morning if you can.  If you can’t (due to Reposting restrictions), relist the item Sunday morning.  If you have a Craigslist account relisting is really quick.  Login to your account, find your deleted post, click Repost, and follow the steps.

6) Time Saving Strategies.

You’ll receive a lot of time-wasting “is this item still available?” e-mails.  Cut them off at the pass by clearly stating in your listing: “Please do not e-mail to ask if this item is available.  If this listing is up the item is available.  I will delete the listing as soon as the item has sold.”

To make it easier on yourself you might want to list your phone number in the listing so you don’t have to bother responding to multiple e-mails on the same items.  That’s really a personal preference and dependent on how comfortable you are listing your phone number in public.

7) Safety.

Don’t accept any form of payment other than cash.  You may get e-mails about using Western Union, bank transfers, or other scam-prone options.  Don’t even respond to those e-mails.  For small items, meet in a public place like a gas station, preferably during the day.  For larger items you will have to obviously give your address, but be sure to take down the person’s full name, e-mail, and phone number.  Truthfully, that might not help a lot if something bad were to happen.  But at the same time, it is good information to have on hand.

Bonus Tip: Start Early.

Start listing your items 1-2 months BEFORE you really have to sell them if you want to the highest possible price.  You can start your prices high and every week drop them a little lower.  I sold my beds and bedroom furniture for more than I expected because of this strategy.  If you’re in the process of moving, the added benefit of starting early is you won’t be stressed out trying to get rid of your things at the last minute.

Once you’ve de-cluttered your life and put a little bit of cash in your pocket, be mindful about getting back in the habit of filling your life with more unnecessary stuff.

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Update (August 14):  Sold my car on Craigslist! Also had interest from an eBay ad, but ultimately sold to someone who found it on Craigslist.

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Some additional links about clearing clutter you might want to check out:

Why You Need To Clear Your Clutter from TheLifeUncommon.net
5 Tips For Taming Clutter, Online and Off from WebWorkerDaily.com
4 Effective and Fun Clutter Busting Games from TheHealthyLivingLounge.com

How To Drive 1,802 Kilometers With A Cat In Tow (or How To Pull Kitty From A Thorn Bush)

About that one time I got cut to shreds pulling my cat Jessie out of a thorn bush in the middle of dark nowhere Texas on a 1,120 mile road trip…

Last Thursday afternoon (12:30 PM EST July 30, 2009) I started driving my kitty Jessie to her new home in Austin, TX with a friend (Jessie’s new Parent).  It was 1,120 miles (1,802 kilometers) and 19.5 hours of straight agony. :)

I’d driven Jessie 1,200 miles twice before.  Once from Central Florida to Metro Detroit, Michigan.  And then 4 months later from Metro Detroit back to Central Florida.  Each of those trips were done in two 8-9 hour spurts, with a night of rest in between.

The Austin trip I decided should be done straight because Jessie is not a fan of carriers or driving.  I thought it would be easier to just get it done as quickly as possible.

But I guess hindsight really is 20/20 because that was wrong, wrong, wrong.

The best (read: worst) part was getting my arms and legs cut to shreds pulling Jessie out of a thorn bush in the middle of dark nowhere Texas at 4:00 AM Friday morning, just 150 miles from Austin.

She Pooped In The Car

Around 3:15 AM Jessie pooped in her carrier. She had been doing well for 950 miles and we only had 170 miles to go. We pulled over to the first gas station we saw, got a key for their bathroom, and took Jessie inside. She refused to come out of her carrier so I pulled the towel she was sitting on out and threw it away. I put down a new towel and we were good to go.

Hey, that wasn’t so bad.

She Peed In The Car

20 minutes later she peed in her carrier.

I pulled over again, but this time there was no open gas station. There was a gas station with open pumps that was pretty well lit so we stopped there.

I took the carrier out of the car and put it on the ground.  As I opened it slightly and reached in to attach a leash to Jessie’s collar she darted out towards the highway.

She stopped right before the road and I ran across the highway to chase her back towards the gas station. But then she ran towards a dark field that surrounded the gas station for a good mile.

Cats are fast.

I thought she was gone forever and felt an immediate sadness.  My body started to feel like Jello.  You know that feeling you get when you have a near-miss car accident?

She would stop running for a second, but even if I’d stop and walk slowly towards her she’d run.  So I kept chasing and, unfortunately, Jessie ran under a 5 foot tall fence.

I hopped the fence and felt a nice surprise.  It was a field full of thorn bushes. I barely saw, mostly heard, Jessie run into a dense thorn bush, about 4 feet in diameter.

She was stuck and my legs were already cut to shreds.

I reached my arms in trying to find her only to feel dozens of thorns piercing my flesh as I frantically thrashed my arms around.

Jessie didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, it was too dark to see her, and I didn’t have a light.

I had my friend run to the car for my cell phone which gave me a bit of light.

Jessie was right in the middle of the bush in a bit of a clearing, but she wasn’t moving, probably due to being scared and in some pain.

I essentially dove into the bush, grabbed a tight hold of her body, and pulled her out. I immediately clipped the leash to her collar, ran towards the fence, hopped it while holding her in one arm (I’m 6’5″ so a 5 foot fence isn’t too difficult), and ran towards the car.

In the light of the gas station we cleaned off all the visible thorns from her fur and examined her face and paws.  Everything looked okay.  She was in an almost paralytic state and didn’t struggle as I put her inside her carrier more easily than ever before.

I proceeded to examine myself and pulled the 2-3 dozen thorns, many of which had broken their points off under my skin, out of my arms and legs.  Luckily I had tweezers (Swiss Army Knife, thanks!).  I wiped myself down with an antiseptic wipe (First Aid Kit, thanks!) and we were on our way.

I still found thorn splinters in my hands 2 days later. :)

What I should I have done differently?

I should’ve pulled out a litter box and had Jessie use it in the gas station after her first accident.

And if that didn’t work and she still had a second accident, I should’ve opened the carrier and leashed Jessie inside the car instead of trying to do it outside the car. My thinking was that since she was afraid to get out of her carrier the first time she would also be afraid the second time. But cats are tricky and unpredictable like that.

Lack of sleep and 17 hours on the road can make decision making less than stellar.

If you’re ever planning on driving a long distance with a cat of your own here’s what I’ve learned driving a cat over 3,500 miles (5,630 kilometers) on 3 separate trips, speaking to 2 Vets, and reading a handful of pet travel information online.

There is no learning experience like real experience, but you’d probably do well reading about my mistakes instead of making them on your own.

Driving a cat is different than driving with a dog. Dogs are leash animals, so stopping to let them out and relieve themselves is usually no problem. They’re also good about coming when you call their name. Cats don’t believe in names. :) My driving experience is strictly with cats so the following tips are for cats.

Pre-Trip

I don’t subscribe to the popular “take your cat on short car trips a bunch of times before your long trip” that I’ve read on countless Web sites. I tried that on previous long trips and what I found is every short car trip was just more stress on my cat. Who does that help? It’s a waste of time and may just make your cat even more difficult on the long trip.

What I do, as much as I dislike it, is give Jessie a mild sedative from the vet about an hour before driving. It’s in pill form and puts her in a drowsy trance for about 10 hours.

Pack your car the night before the trip so when you’re ready to go in the morning you can just scoop up your pet and go. I made the mistake of renting a car from Orlando to Austin and picking it up and packing it the morning of the trip. That wasted about 3 hours of valuable travel time.

Don’t feed your pet a few hours before the trip. That includes water. I fed Jessie a little bit about 2 hours before her first accident, about 14 hours into the trip. I’m still not sure if that was a good move or not, but I wouldn’t do that again.

During The Trip

Make your stops brief and infrequent.

Don’t leave your cat in the car alone for more than a minute or two. If you really need to sit down to eat bring the cat carrier inside.

For the most part your cat will probably sleep for the ride. When she wakes up she’ll probably vocalize her discomfort, but she’ll go back to sleep soon enough.

If you’re on an almost 20 hour trip like I was be sure to stop halfway to let your cat use the litter box. You can find small litter boxes with plastic bag box liners at any pet supply store (and even Walmart and Target). Find an enclosed bathroom and let your cat out inside.  Not doing this was my biggest mistake.

After The Trip

Let your cat out inside her new home, give her a little food and fresh water, and bring out a few toys. Set up the litter box and make sure she knows where it is.

If your cat doesn’t do well in new environments you might want to keep her in one room while she adjusts. Thankfully, Jessie is pretty easygoing as far as new places so she immediately took to her new home. But you should watch your cat over the next few days for behavioral changes, especially lack of appetite.

Conclusion

Don’t be stupid (like I was) and let your cat get free in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. :)

How To Quickly and Easily Clean A Blender

If you’re like me you hate doing dishes. If you’re also like me, you use a blender every day. Here’s how to get it clean quickly and not hate doing it…

I almost feel silly posting a video about how to clean a blender.  I mean, everybody knows how to do dishes, right?

Toss them in the dishwasher (fast) or sponge them down (very time consuming).

When you’re using a blender every day (to make my awesome 90 second smoothie recipe) you’ve got to clean it every day.  That’s no fun.

I hated cleaning my blender.  But I loved drinking my smoothie.  One day it just hit me.

Use the blender’s own power to make it clean itself.

First, after you’ve drank all the contents of the blender there’s still a lot of good stuff left that won’t come out with some help.  Fill your glass up halfway with water, put it in the blender, pulse a few times, and drink it.  This way you’re not letting all the nutrients stuck to the sides of your blender go to waste.

Second, fill the blender about halfway with water.  Blend for 10-15 seconds and dump it out.  That was your rinse cycle.

Third, fill the blender up about halfway again.  But this time add a little bit of dishwashing soap and a cup of ice.  The soap obviously cleans the blender and the ice helps get any gunk off the blades.

Not only is this an easier way to clean your blender it’s also safer than hand washing.  You never have to touch the blades and risk cutting yourself.

Need a reason to clean your blender?  Get it dirty by checking out my 90 Second Kickstart Your Day Smoothie Recipe right here.

How I Cured My Seasonal Allergies Forever

I suffered from horrible seasonal allergies for half my life. It took me 14 years to learn how to cure my allergies without the use of Doctors or medications. Here’s how…

If you suffer from seasonal allergies (tree, grass, or weed pollen) then take note.  What I’m sharing with you took me 14 years to learn and relieved me of allergy symptoms forever.

I began suffering from horrible seasonal allergies around the age of 13.  You know what I’m talking about: constant sneezing, itchy eyes, itchy skin, and a general lethargic feeling.

This lasted a few months out of the year.  As much I enjoyed Michigan’s Spring and Fall weather they were pretty dreadful at the same time.

To combat these symptoms I did exactly what most other people, and probably you, did.

I started downing over-the-counter Benadryls. They worked well for a few hours, but made my lethargy much more pronounced.

It was like I was a walking zombie. I would sleep during almost every class in school and could just barely make it through some days.

So I took the next “logical” step and went to see my Doctor.

What did he do?

Well, what do Doctors do?

Treat symptoms, not the root cause, and write prescriptions.

As an aside: If you have allergies of any kind or annoying medical problems (itching, for example) you can make an appointment with an Allergist to get a full round of allergy testing done. You will learn in just a few hours almost everything you’re allergic to (pollen, molds, dust mites, animal dander, insect stings, foods and some medicines). One of my mistakes was seeing my regular doctor instead of a specialist.

So, of course, my Doctor prescribed the advertising darling of the time: Claritin.

It didn’t work for me.  At all.

Next prescription: Allegra.

It worked better than Claritin, but still not well enough to justify taking the pill every day.

Back to the Doctor for something “better.”

He prescribed Zyrtec, which at the time, I believe, was fairly new.  The good Doc basically told me it was my last option.

And thankfully it worked better than anything else I’d tried.

I didn’t like the fact that I had to take a pill every day.  But Zyrtec worked about as well as Benadryl for a longer amount of time and it didn’t make me drowsy.

Since it worked so well for the few months per year I needed it I stuck with Zyrtec for quite a few years.

Then at the age of 23 I moved to Florida and for whatever reason Zyrtec stopped working.

It was almost as if I was not taking allergy medicine.  All my symptoms were back.  Red, itchy eyes, itchy skin, constant sneezing and runny nose.

I have 2 explanations for this:

1) The pollen in Florida is stronger or more prevalent than the pollen I was used to in Michigan. (Yes, I know the pollen is different due to the different plants, grass, and trees, but that should hold no weight against the mighty Zyrtec, right?)

or

2) After years of using Zyrtec I became immune.

Whatever the problem I needed a solution.

By this time in my life I started to research symptoms, their causes, and alternative treatments on my own.

Which led me to Eastern medicine.  I began an acupuncture and herbal treatment under the care of an Eastern medicine practitioner. (I’m not sure if they’re Doctors, per se.)

If you’ve never done acupuncture, or are afraid of needles, it doesn’t hurt. When the needles were inserted or twisted at certain points in my body I would get an interesting sensation.  Either a full body jolt or a localized sensation at the point of contact.

But there was never any pain.

In addition to the acupuncture I was prescribed herbal pills. 3 times per day I was to swallow 3 pills. Hey, if it worked I was all for it.

But, you guessed it.  It didn’t do a thing.

By this time I was at wit’s end.

My Eastern medicine “health practitioner” suggested I try local raw honey.  If you’ve been to a health food store in your area you’ve probably seen this.  It’s a thick liquid and looks almost dirty. :)  That’s the honeycomb.

2 Tablespoons per day every day for a year.  That means it was to be taken every single day even when I had no allergy symptoms.  If it worked then I was to continue eating the honey daily.

I’m pretty good at delaying gratification so I gave it a shot.  (I know honey isn’t vegan, but this was before going vegan.)

The reasoning behind taking raw honey with honeycombs is that it will have small amounts of local pollen (allergen) and with regular exposure your body will develop an immunity.

Either my immune system is a freak of nature or these alternative remedies just don’t work.

Raw honey didn’t help.

I was age 25 at this time and I gave up.

I’d just deal with the allergies and take Benadryl any time I simply couldn’t handle the symptoms.

I was back to square one, but I really didn’t think there were any other options.

Have you ever felt like that?  Have you ever put a lot of energy into something only for it to pan out in an undesirable way?

I’m not a quitter, but the stress of not being able to find a solution was worse than dealing with the allergies.  It just wasn’t worth it anymore.

Then in late 2007 I got a sinus infection.

You’d think that’s completely unrelated to allergies.

But bear with me.

By this time in my life I stopped going to doctors altogether.  In an emergency like the time I caught on fire? Sure, I’ll see a doctor.  An illness (i.e. sinus infection) that will pass on its own?  No way.

My Sister-In-Law told me about something that was supposed to help with sinus infections.  She’d never tried it so she had no first hand experience, but I’m willing to give almost anything a shot.

Enter: the Neti pot.

Neti Pot

 

No beating around the bush, a Neti pot is a basically a teapot full of salt water you stick into your nostrils to flush out all the mucus, pollen, and other debris out of your nasal passages. :)

It’s known as nasal irrigation.

To be clear, using the Neti you pour 4 ounces of salt water into one nostril and it flows out the other.  Then you repeat with another 4 ounces in the other nostril.

Yes, it’s kind of weird.  Yes, it sounds uncomfortable (it’s not!).  Yes, it works.

After a few days my sinus infection was gone without seeing a doctor or taking any prescriptions.

You know when you have a cold and you can’t breathe through your nose?

The Neti pot clears it right up.

If your cold is severe the mucus will build back up pretty quickly.  But regular use 2-3 times/day while sick (and especially when you just start feeling an illness coming) will kick your infection to the curb without medication.

After this great success I read more about nasal irrigation and its benefits.

Symptoms of seasonal allergies are caused by breathing in pollen, right?

When you breathe that pollen through your nose it just sits in your nasal passsages causing your misery!

It’s only logical that if you can remove the allergen from your system you won’t have symptoms, right?

How obvious and yet how illusive.

When the Spring 2008 allergy season rolled around I started using the Neti pot upon waking and then in the middle of the day (around 6-7 PM).

You probably already know the result, but I’ll state it anyway:

I haven’t had symptoms of seasonal allergies since then!

Continue reading if you have more interest in using a Neti pot.  If not, no need to waste your time. :)

If you’re like me and hate your allergies or getting the annual cold here are a few more tips for using a Neti pot:

1) If you have a really stuffed up nose the regular Neti pot won’t build up enough pressure to push the salt water through your nasal passages. In that case you’ll need one of the plastic squeeze bottle-style nasal irrigators that push the salt water through with a little pressure. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt. It’s not like a high pressure hose, but more like a weak faucet.

2) Use either luke warm filtered water or boiled tap water cooled to luke warm. If you use boiling water you’re going to burn your nasal passages so be sure to let it cool. I speed the cooling process with ice cubes.

3) If your symptoms are really bad use the Neti upon waking, in the afternoon, and about an hour before bed.

4) For the most part I use premixed Neti salt packets, but you can also use 1/8 teaspoon of salt in 8 ounces of water and you’ll get the same effect. I use sea salt on the occasions that I do mix my own solution.

5) DO NOT use water without salt. It is very painful.  Yes, I’ve tried it so you don’t have to.

I’ve introduced the Neti pot to countless people, and every single one of them now swears by it.  Have you tried one before?  Let me know.

If you haven’t tried one before please post in the comments and let me know how well it works for you. :)

How A 19 Year Old Made $5,000 In 30 days While Simultaneously Breaking Every Copyright Law In The Books, Getting Kicked Off Of eBay, and Going To College Full Time

At 19 years old I was pulling in over $1,000/week on eBay selling bootleg copies of my one of my favorite TV shows. Stupid? Probably. But I rationalized it like this…

I thought long and hard about writing this article. On the one hand, I essentially admit to violating copyright laws. On the other hand, it happened almost 10 years ago, it was a good life lesson, it’s a pretty fascinating story, and I believe in being completely honest about my past. Currently, I’m probably one of very few people who actually pay for music and movies instead of downloading illegally. I’m not a fan of the iTunes store, but love AmieStreet.com and AmazonMP3. Now, with that all said, the original article specified the exact product I was selling. I decided to edit that out because I live in the land of lawsuits. I know it makes for a more difficult read, but that’s the way it has to be. Even though the product I was selling still isn’t available for legal sale, the copyright owner (I’m a big fan, I follow his blog) gets pissed about the consistent rampant sale of his material (and rightfully so). So with all of that out of the way….

At 19 years old I was pulling in over $1,000/week on eBay selling bootleg copies of my one of my favorite TV shows, [Show In Question].

Being that I was on a full academic scholarship and living with my Parents I didn’t exactly need $1k/week. But when your family moves to the US with 2 suitcases, no grasp of the language, and almost no money, you either hustle (as Gary Vaynerchuk says, “CRUSH IT!”) or stay impoverished.

My Parents hustled (learned English, worked their asses off) and reached a nice middle class standard of living.

As a result, I learned to hustle at a very young age.

In 3rd grade, my elementary school had a Readathon for Multiple Sclerosis. Anybody who raised $500 or more got a Nintendo Game Boy (it was 1989). I was the only kid in the school of 400+ to do so.

In 8th grade, one of my gifted nerd classes had a fundraiser selling chocolate bars to raise money for a trip to Chicago. The rest of the kids went door to door selling bars one at a time. Or had their Parents sell the bars at work. Me? I called local businesses (salons worked best) and sold them by the box. I bought one of my favorite Nirvana bootlegs on that trip. :)

And maybe the ultimate teenage hustle: While most of my peers relied on Parents or student loans to pay for college I “studied” (high school was such a joke I didn’t really have to) hard enough to get the aforementioned scholarship.

So, you see, the hustle is in every fiber of my being.

The seeds to my foray into the underworld of copyright violation were planted in my Senior year at Adlai Stevenson High School in Sterling Heights, MI. My friend and classmate Samantha (name has been changed) was a big fan of [Show In Question] and turned me on to its hilarity.

This low budget show consisted of [Proper noun1] and [Proper noun2] and their friends being so off-the-wall-weird most people probably had to be drunk or high to enjoy it. It was one of the few highlights of [Cable TV Station] in the late 90s and I was neither drunk nor high.

By the time college rolled around [Show In Question] was off the air and we couldn’t watch it anymore. I’d check the show’s Web site regularly for video release dates, but it didn’t look promising.

So I did what any smart young lad would do. I searched eBay.

And there it was.

Seasons 1 and 2 of [Show In Question] available for sale. Bootleg VHS, of course. I wasn’t above watching shitty versions of the best show ever made.

The price was unreasonably steep. $70 shipped. For 2 VHS tapes that cost $1 each.

No matter. I immediately clicked Buy It Now, for I had a plan.

“Don’t say you can’t afford something, ask yourself how you can afford it.” – paraphrased Robert Allen quote which I probably use way too often and took a little too far in this situation.

A few days later the videos came, I watched them to verify they were decent quality (while laughing my ass off, of course) and put my plan into play.

I logged into my eBay seller account and put up a Buy It Now ad:

“[Show In Question] Seasons 1 and 2 – Great Quality! Free Shipping!”

Within hours I had $70 (less credit card fees) in my Paypal account.

It was too easy.

I put up another ad.

Again, within hours I got that beautiful “You’ve sold item #123814883” e-mail.

One problem. I didn’t have any copies made yet.

The next morning I rushed out to Best Buy, bought the most expensive VCR they had (~$120), took my Parents’ VCR from the living room and hooked them together.

I’d never copied VHS to VHS before but it was surprisingly easy. For the next few weeks these VCRs were my own personal ATM machine, spitting out $70 3 times/day.

If I timed my school/sleep schedule just right I could get 4 copies of [Show In Question] done in 1 day. At my peak I pulled in almost $2,000 in one week.

It all came to a crashing halt when I got a “Your eBay Account Has Been Canceled Due To Multiple Copyright Violations” e-mail.

eBay had sent me warnings on two separate occasions.

But you know how it is, “beg for forgiveness, don’t ask for permission.” I figured I could get away with it as long as other people were also selling the same material.

So I ignored the warnings.

Unfortunately, begging for forgiveness didn’t work. Try as I might they wouldn’t reinstate my account. And if you don’t know anything about eBay, their customer service is customer service-less, so it took days to receive responses to my communications.

I created a new account, but my bank info (used for account verification) was black listed, and the new eBay account was immediately canceled.

I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d already been out of business for over a week and it was getting to me.

I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. There was gold in them thar VCRs and I was gonna mine it! The tools of the trade at this gold mine were wit, piss, and vinegar. Me vs eBay. Let’s do this!

“Hey Mom, I need your bank account information and a credit card!”

Being the trusting Parent she is, she handed it over like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I was a straight A student, disciplined, a hard worker: my Parents didn’t really have a reason not to trust me. (Yes, I realize how stupid it was to get anybody else involved in this. Sorry Mom, I love you!)

And I was back in business.

For 2 days.

I got another copyright violation warning and this time there was no messing around. eBay must have done a manual review because almost immediately after the warning e-mail I got an account cancellation e-mail.

Unfortunately, to this day [Show In Question] isn’t available for sale legally, although bootleg copies and torrent downloads are easily available.

I did procure another eBay account so I could continue selling strictly legal items, but I was out of the copyright violations business for good. That is, until 4 years later when I became a search engine spammer…