How is it that many of us are feeling lonelier even though we have enough friends to populate a small Eastern European country?
None of this revolutionary nor magical. Sorry.
It is simply the simple system I’ve developed over many years of beating the crap out of my immune system through too many nights of staying out till 4am. People often ask so I figured I’d have a blog post to refer them to.
- At first signs of possible sickness, I dive into Black Elderberry. It stops the virus from taking over 90% of the time if taken at the right time. I used a made-up-on-the-spot statistic so you know it’s true. (Thanks to my friend Jenna for this discovery! There is some news reports about it being placebo based but hey if it works, why try to convince yourself it doesn’t?)
The French military find American military tactics frustrating. The French are big on choosing targets extra carefully and aiming with precision. The Americans like to plow a damn town down with gatling guns in a display overwhelming force. Feel free to be French in the bedroom… But when dealing with a cold you have to be an American badass!
I like to take a day off work and go full throttle with everything listed below:
- If the sickness evolves, I continue the black elderberry and add in large glasses of water with Emergen-C (or any non-brand knockoff) mixed into it. Drink one down every couple of hours.
- Take whatever the recommended daily water intake is for your body type and aim to double it.
- Buy a bag of tangerines, oranges or clementines and snack on them liberally. I usually go through a package of Cuties in a couple of days.
- Stay home and rest for a day or two. Don’t work from home. Just sit there and watch movies or something. Be a vegetable. People mistakenly think their bodies are resting while when their brains are in overdrive. Your brain is another muscle in your body. You need to rest ALL of your muscles, not just the ones you use in the gym.
- Gross Our Warning: As you cough up phlegm and other tasty awesomeness, keep an empty bottle of water next to you and get those things out of your body! Don’t swallow them back down. Blow your nose and push all that crap out.
- Tequila! Yeah seriously. Take a few shots throughout the night. Don’t stop at just one. At worst, you’ll have a lot more fun laying around the house. But what I find is that Tequila does the best job of plowing through my system and opening up my airways. Plus, yeah, I grew up with way too many Mexicans in my life. Aye dios mio.
- Shower at least once but aim for three times.
- Protein, protein, protein! Eat as much protein as you can get your hands on. I normally eat a lot of chicken but I’ll go out of my way to upgrade to beef while sick. I also drink a couple more protein shakes throughout the day.
So that’s the day I blitz the damn thing. I continue doing most of this list but usually don’t need to be as militant after a day of attacking it full on. I’ll still snack on clementines and have a couple of glasses of Emergen-C.
As I start feeling better, I hit the gym for a low intensity workout. Don’t kick your own ass in there as you usually might; you just need to get the blood flowing to sweat some of the toxins out.
That’s pretty much it. I’ll add more if/when I remember anything else.
Mom mom, uncles, aunts and grandmother.
An example of how much color correction can impact an image. It’s a lot of fun working on a photo I didn’t shoot; it removes my bias. I’d love to do a shoot where I hand my images to someone else for post.
This is an “About Me” blurb I wrote, years ago, when I decided to embark on this path…
I hesitated openly calling myself an “artist” simply because I didn’t feel like I’d created enough “art.” I feared that people might look me in the eye and say “what the hell makes you an artist?”
I have a theory on what it is to be an artist… Being an artist is not so much an occupation as it is an awakening. Everyone has it in them to some extant. If you’re hyper sensitive, you might be an artist. If you have the ability to create detailed scenarios in your mind about every day things, you just might have that artistic gene. Being an artist is not the same as being a carpenter or a butcher. For me, the journey of self discovery that took me down this path was a little more like Siddhārtha Gautama meditating for 49 days, leading him to announce that he is Buddha. Buddha was not his name; it means “The Enlightened One.” It’s an awakening. My meditation took many years and lead to many dead ends; creatively, psychologically and financially.
I refused to accept that all my baggage was nothing more than having been dealt bad psychological and genetic cards in life. In fact, I used to joke that I’m simply not tortured enough to be a great artist. Wow, be careful what you wish for - I’ve begun keeping sharp objects locked up for fear of cutting my ear off!
I feared that when I answered my interrogator; that I just am [an artist], they’d punch me square in the face and then spit on me after I hit the ground. Hasn’t happened yet (can’t guarantee that it won’t) but I came to a place where I ceased to care. Worries about people thinking I’m pompous for calling myself an artist? Who cares. Anxiety about not finding a “decent” career in life? Screw it. Fears about my culture not accepting this path? #$%@ ‘em.
Of course, all of this is much easier said than done…
While living in Iran (1985ish-1990ish) we were close friends with several different families. Pop music, liberal thought, alcohol and parties (especially co-ed ones) are illegal in Iran. If one desires to not live in a social prison, one would have to establish a network of friends/family and live live a double life. I was a little kid but I understood that “we don’t talk about what goes on in our homes to the outside world.” What “went on” in our homes were (get ready for it!) card games and scotch for the adults and Hollywood movies for the kids.
Being that we lived our lives pretty much in secrecy, our network of friends, and their families, were like extensions of our own family. I have most fond memories of one family in particular. They were educated, well traveled, progressive and just a flat out enviable family unit; very high class people and very influential on my upbringing.
As a matter of respect, the family (mom, dad, both sons) referred to everyone by their prefix or title. Mr. Smith, Mrs. Johnson… You get the idea. They referred to my dad as Mr. Afshar and myself (affectionately) as Mr. Arash. That little nick name stuck with me within my family as well as other family friends.
To this day, the nickname is a reminder of one of the most important chapters of my upbringing. Now, more as an in-joke, I use it as a pseudo name, screen name, etc. So it stuck. So here we are.
@killcrey @mykittysays @mrarash
All interesting design has parameters. The parameters we set for the covers for Diego Brown Project’s singles (other than the font treatment) was that the images would always be from our Instagram libraries. Instead of choosing photos that told the story of the song, I opted for capturing a general, atmospheric feeling I wanted to convey. I do a ton of graphic design work every day but these covers for our singles have been some of my absolute favorites.
I’m still super confused as to why Tumblr was so catty about this. @thecyphereffect
@thecyphereffect shoot in the I.E.