What’s up guys, Jonny NoSurf here, Life After Internet.com
Do I need to write that intro when you’re already on here? Who cares. It’s a habit. It’s printed deep inside my brain, it’s how I start everything for LAI.
Speaking of habits, my schedule changed dramatically four weeks ago.
Before, I was in school four days a week, living the carefree student lyfe. Living mostly on savings, doing paid-work occasionally, and using all my spare time and energy for bodybuilding, stand-up comedy, church and Christian fellowship, boxing, and building LifeAfterInternet.com. I had a lot of fun interests to fill my week. A lot better than being lonely and lazy sitting on forums or reddit.
That carefree student lyfe is over. I’m in a new chapter, as I talked about in my first personal finance podcast. I work full-time at a factory now, on top of my school schedule.
So I go to school 7am-noon, run an errand or two, sleep for an hour or two, work from 4pm-midnight, sleep for four to five hours, and go back to school.
It’s takes a lot of energy, but the momentum is worth it. I’m paying off my credit card and building up my chequing account just like I made the decision to, four weeks ago. Like I said, I want to get my chequing account to $10,000 before I resume my dividend-stock investing. And I love dividend investing. Everyday I’m chomping at the bit to wrestle my way back into it.
My budget has put on some fat. It has been a couple years since my budget was lean and mean. It used to be a wiry, vascular jaguar ready to zigzag and bite the neck of any chalkie threat, of any bloated spending or mainstream farce.
That granite leanness was slowly painted over with thin, thin layers of fat. A Tim Hortons coffee here, fast food a couple times a week. Fast food a couple times a day.
“I mean, it’s only $10, right?”
Just like nature, there are seasons to my life. Sometimes it is Winter. Any trip outside is an excursion, so consideration is given. I stay home, and cook. Sometimes the favourites, sometimes I try new things and build new favorites, new recipes, new variations.
Sometimes it is summer, and all I want to do is lift weights for glorious pumps and stuff my face with Wendy’s and gyros. Summer or winter, both are natural. Neither can be suppressed for long. They both have their turn.
During the week, my pace is steady. I don’t have time to sleep much, don’t have time to surf, don’t have time to write, don’t have time to podcast.
Wake up, eat, drive, work, drive, sleep, eat, pack lunch, drive, work, drive, sleep.
I work until Midnight on Friday afternoons. Drive home, chill. Enjoy a bit of the weekend with my bros, my roommates. The tribe that has formed inside this real-estate investment. The one with old windows, a bathtub but no shower, and a ceiling that needs to be removed and replaced. A basement that needs a new foundation, and then flooring and walls and a bathroom.
And then I wake up, and it’s Saturday morning. I am free from all labours for two days. So I brush my teeth, start the coffeemaker, and write. I fill my veins with coffee and I write.
Victor Pride, in his most recent article, and said that blogging is his favorite canvas.
I don’t give a damn about books, I hustle up the books just to make sure I have a lifetime income. My one true and only love is the blog. The best form of written communication in human history.
-Victor Pride, somewhere in California
I would say that books are still my favourite, but I don’t have as much insight and experience as him. I’ve tried to write books for years, but the idea is too large to bite away at. With blogs, it is much easier to put out content….a couple articles, a podcast here and there, and over the course of a year you can have a coherent message and volume of work to further condense insights from. The distilling of the already distilled.
I would like to put out one book, one book of all I know about internet addiction and porn addiction. About building yourself into a man from 1991 to 2016 largely without a father. About rejecting the internet and garbage TV and garbage magazines as any sort of authority, and instead placing your trust in the all-seeing and ever-loving God of your father and mother, and grandfather, and grandmother, all the way back to the “old country”, whatever sea or river or wall or desert they had to cross.
You know, if you give me a couple years, I might just have enough insights to build a good book. After the Summer 2017 tour of course. I need to know your stories too.
Yours fraternally as brothers and sisters of this great planet,