Sunday, August 30, 2015
Menguin is in the middle of raising a round of funding, so it is probably not the best time to disappear into the tropics. But, when you plan a trip and promise a trip to your wife and mother in law, follow-through is important.
So here I am, with a million things to do heading to a remote island.
800am - Wake up, eat toast, realize everyone is gone at the Menguin house
840am - Go to UPS to return some flooring
900am - Arrive at office, take some phone calls, run some reports, act like a spaz because I only have until 10 before...
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
819am - Wake up peacefully, long before my alarm
830am - Eat toast, make some Assam tea. I also stared at some yogurt I bought last week for about a minute before deciding, for the fifth day in a row, that it is not yet time for yogurt. An Asian friend once told me that many people from Asia think that Americans all smell like yogurt. It has been hard for me to eat it ever since. But I still by it.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Honestly, one of my favorite things about goboogo is how I can look back and see what Kristin and I did for years as we traveled the world. The original intention of this was to create something that we would enjoy for decades to come. I want to have the same documentation with my life as a CEO and entrepreneur.
Also everyday I got to bed at the end of the day and ask myself, "What the hell did I do today?" This will answer that.
607am - Wake up with 8 minutes left before alarm clock goes off, begrudgingly extricate self from bed
630am – Eat some toast, make some tea, get in car, all very solemnly
645am – Leave house, it looks terrible out. check doppler, realize I will be driving in a storm for next 3 hours to my meeting
800am – Stop to use restroom in pouring Ozark storm, soaked from head to toe, step in deep puddle in my leather shoes
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Monday, August 17, 2015
Saturday, August 15, 2015
Friday, August 14, 2015
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Monday, August 10, 2015
Tokyo is like an octopus. It has many hearts. At its heart of hearts though is the Imperial Palace, covering a massive expanse of open space and shaded paths on perhaps the most valuable land in the world. During the peak of the Japanese boom in the 1980's, the Imperial Palace grounds were valued higher than all of the real estate in California, combined. That was a bubble, but still, fucking crazy.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Saturday, August 8, 2015
It seems like a distant memory now, but working for Delta was pretty cool. As an employee, I would just look for open seats to interesting places, call Kristin from work, and say something like, "The business class seats upstairs are open on the 747 to Tokyo later today, you want to go to Japan?"
Of course everything has a cost and sometimes it is not a number. Traveling completely freely with Delta for about two years will always be something I look back at fondly, no matter how many companies I build or places I go. I took about eight weeks of vacation in a year there, and nobody really gave a shit. That is pretty cool. I got paid great to do pretty cool work that was not hard; that is pretty awesome. But in the end I could do my daily job in about 40 minutes and its impact on the grand scheme was dubious at best. Everything has a cost, time above all else. Don't settle. Even if it comes with free business class flights anywhere in the world.
Kristin enjoying a trip to Japan in the old business class seats upstairs on the 747
Friday, August 7, 2015
The freshest sushi I have ever eaten in my life was in the Rock Islands of Micronesia. A local fisherman pulled the fish out of the sea, and we were eating sashimi within the hour. It was all very simple and perfect. Supply is all about the vertical. It all starts somewhere. I was there.
Catches come from all over the pacific, from countries like Palau that have GDPs the size of Series D balance sheets. The fish are flown to Tokyo for the world's top fish market. Basically, Tsukiji is to fish what Wall Street is to money and finance (or was). Money passes through the markets. Fish passes through Tsukiji.
The place is part circus part aquatic slaughterhouse, with all manner of peculiar vehicles, people, critters, smells, and sights.