I’ve decideded to finally sit down and write a book. It will be a summation of the blog posts and dealing with: about myself and upbringing, men bettering themselves (ITLR), and women. I might add some recipes as well since that became a staple of the site.
I’m currently retired, living back in NO, and about to start school for IT. YES, I did get certified in welding but soon learned I wasted my time bc I’d only be hired as a pipe fitter helper w/o a couple le years welding in my back pocket.
Had to adjust to transitioning to civiliana life and had a rough patch for about a year and a half year with PTSD. I wasn’t sleeping and was severely depressed. I’m much better now and looking forward to being in school again. Ok, I’m a tad nervous since I know jack shit about the IT field. But I’m didn’t know much about the medical field and I did amazingly well there.
Very happy to see people still checking the site after all this time and I figured if I post about a book, then dammit I HAVE to write it. That way you can support a retired sailor (God willing), learn a thing or two about life and women, and (especially) not have to nose through 3 years of daily posts.
Again, I really appreciate the support I recieved in my blogging days and am shocked to see the amount of people checking the site. I may post from time to time but I wanted to take a moment to update everyone and ensure I haven’t fallen of the face of the earth.
i’m tired of the all the BS with this election. thank God it’ll be over tomorrow. no clue who’s gonna win, but i’m prepped for the impending civil war forecasted post election. did i vote? YES, and i voted for the candidate that didn’t shit on the military while i had to show reverence for the job or completely disregard laws you and i would fry for. but whatev’s, three things can chase the blues away: guns, pussy, and food porn. the first 2 are on you. i got the latter seen up.
if you REALLY want to make a bomb as fuck steak, you have to have it dry aged. normally, a quality steak-house dry aged cut is a tad more expensive. but, you can save some fundage by dry-aging at home. here’s what you do.
buy a quality steak. personally, i prefer a thick-cut porterhouse. the reason, there’s a filet mignon AND a new york strip. it’s the best of both worlds. so, i usually ask the butcher (the butcher at your local supermarket WILL cut a steak to your specifications) to cut me a 1 and 1/2-2 inch slab o’beef. once you get it home. get an aluminum baking tin or thick paper plate and poke 3-4 holes in the center of the pan. run bamboo skewers into the holes make a kind of tray. you’re trying to keep the steak off the bottom of the pan to maximize the air flow to age the steak.
wipe the steak down of all moisture and throw away dirty paper towels. then wrap both sides of the steak with paper towels and place at the bottom of the fridge (preferably on it’s own shelf or bin). let it sit for 24 hours. after 24 hours, remove from fridge, discard paper towels, flip steak, and add new paper towels. return to fridge for another 24 hours. remove from fridge, discard paper towels, flip steak, and place steak back in fridge for another 24 hours. rinse repeat for 3-4 days. the outside texture of the steak will have a dry’d feel to it.
the steak may develop a slight odor. that’s NOT a bad thing; it means it’s aging properly. remove from fridge and let it sit until close to room temp. season ONLY with kosher salt and fresh cracked black pepper. place under broiler (about 6-8 inches under heating element). you’re looking at about 4 minutes per side for medium rare.
remove from oven and let it sit for 10-15 minutes.
i like to serve with steamed asparagus. take a batch of asparagus, bend them lightly until they break- discard the stem section, keep the florette. place the prepped asparagus in 4-5 paper towels soaked in water. place in microwave and cook on high for 2-3 minutes. let sit in microwave for 5 minutes after cooking. you can do this with damn near ANY vegetable: potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, etc.
enjoy. the meat has an absolutely amazing tenderness and moisture. it’s a steak experience you won’t forget.
day one. notice the skewers. the paper towels are gone after the second day.after first 24 hours.
after 24 hours in fridge
after 4 days. the steak was a tad thicker and needed an extra day. notice the exquisite color. that’s what you’re shooting for.
I’lol be writing this soon enough (once I get home). Got a kick in the ass when I was in the city today….
went into the city today and met with a few friends i hadn’t seen in forever. been in a bit of a rut lately thinking about just all my BS in general. i’m looking at moving into a new place soon, i should be starting school in january…..even though i’m not really all that keen on going, but it does pay me well.
it’s odd how things you know are completely hidden from you you when it’s happening to you. if i were talking to a friend and they mentioned all the bullshit they were dealing with i’d probably have a tiny bit of wisdom to interject. but when it’s you…..it’s a blur.
haven’t heard from my boy that’s getting out of the USMC, so i’m moving on without him as far as the “dirt cheap survival retreat” lifestyle. i might not have to buy my own land since i have 2-3 people that would LOVE to have my camped out on their land. that should be a pisser. can’t wait.
i have officially given up on looking for a job. seriously. NOTHING out there, so fuck it. i’ll just keep cutting back but hey……that was the plan all along.
it was fun being in the city again. hadn’t been in well over a year. and halloween is one hell of a time to be in the city. i guess the take away from all the shit is….pretty hokey, and i’m sure you can get what i’m saying. now, if you don’t mind…..i’m going to watch that creepy as hell movie “the witch”. lates.
sorry about the absence, a lot’s been going on lately and NO i don’t want to get into too many specifics. essentially i spent a week in the ICU. i wasn’t eating but was drinking a ton of water and powerade (i quit booze quite some time ago thank you), and threw my sodium levels into critical status. i’m good now though.
been donating a lot of crap to downsize but i still have a ton of crap. my old place in jax was about 2000 sq ft, and my house now is about 900-1000 sq ft. i’m still looking at going off grid and still waiting to see if my boy is coming back here to NO when he gets out of the Marines. hunting season is creeping up, need to get used to shooting the bow again (i set up an archery range in my back yard), and i Might go back to school this spring to do industrial mechanics but i want to speak to the guy in charge of the program first since i quit delgado’s welding and machining curriculum. at least i got my lvl 1 welding cert and my NCCER core card. it’s just 3 semesters and pays quite well out here. i’ll keep you posted.
minimal, minimal, minimal….been keeping to myself, trying to get out more, but i’m really just acclimating to civilian life. it’s getting a bit easier, but i still kind of miss the not knowing where i could be. that was the best thing about the navy, i didn’t know where i was going to be in 2-3 years. i’m not looking for work, the VA FINALLY unfucked my disability so tbh, i really don’t have to work. so i just clean the house, and try and exercise so i sleep easier.
now that you’re peeling yourself off your ceiling form the sheer excitement of my retired life, i hope you’ll be able to function on a daily basis now. lol. So-So is coming in to visit for halloween and she wants to do some House of Shock which is fucking amazing this year. they redid the whole layout and the freakshow/laff in the dark is trippy as fuck. i really want want to drop and walk through it. if you’re in the city, do yourself a favor and go check it out.
oh, and i quit the PTSD meds. they were fucking me up. i’m waaaaaay better now without them. i just smoke once in a while and the Doc said he doesn’t have a problem with it so long as i’m not doing it all the time. makes a great nightcap btw.
guess that it for now. like i said, i’m learning a big part of minimalism is that it leaves very little to talk about. but i’m retired and too old for that motto horseshit. it’s nice to sleep in, go see the city, take moms to lunch, and figure out my day as it unfolds before me. and don’t worry, i still mess with the girls. something is in the works as we speak…..
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[Edit-this post was written to encourage others to be more self reliant and not not hold a hand out begging the gov’t to help you. I KNOW, i exist off a gov’t pension and disability; but i earned that shit after 20 years living the myth of Sisyphus. the next post will be all original so you can see how i’ve evolved from what i was writing a short time ago. change is inevitable and if you can’t roll with the punches you end up getting rolled…..
things change. and i’ve had to readjust my plans with said change. but i still have my eyes on the prize].
by now you know about the 5th wheel, about me parking on my cousins property, going to welding school once i get settled, hell i’l even be living semi-off grid. at the very least, i’ll have the set-up to go off grid if i need. as i watch things unfold around me, and as Cappy noted in his book regarding the 2012 election, i fully expect shit to get worse [edit-and it has]. i touch on it a bit with this post [edit- post is irrelevant now].
it seems we have a majority of the population that wants shit handed to them. i’m not here to cite statistics and blast on any political side (i think both are useless), no. i’m a man. men don’t bitch and moan, we find solutions. mine is simple.
after 20 years of traipsing the globe i’ve been fortunate to see TRUE poverty, and let me tell you something: the poor in the US are doing MUCH better then in china, or eastern europe. i’ve decided to starve the beast. no point in me breaking my back to give almost a third of it away to someone who doesn’t feel the need to contribute shit. that’s made it a career of being a parasite.
i can live comfortable, mostly off the land, don’t need public services, i prefer isolation, i’ve grown tired of consumerism, and i’d MUCH rather carve out my own path than have an administration corral me into what they think i should be. no, that’s not the Cajun way.
the great thing about the gulf coast is that there can be a complete breakdown of society….and not much will change in neck of the woods. i was watching a special on natgeo about what would happen if there were an attack on the US power grids. it was called “American blackout.”
well, the “suffering” the people had to deal with was laughable to me. money can be worth shit and won’t be missed in my neck of the woods. and since i’ll be getting into welding [edit-got to level one, i can tack weld and do the basics, but the program was shit], i’ll be able to easily find work under the table [edit-pension and disability is FINALLY squared away, i’ll work if i want to keep from being bored]. in Cajun country, we horse trade. secondly, i have a MUCH needed skill…
combat medic. i can perform damn near any minor surgical procedure. granted, the mortality rates for simple sickness will fall back to the early 1900’s, but that’s to be expected. oh, about welding scho AND, since i have “PTSD”, it’s been advised i not work in patient care. so…..welding school will be FREE!!!!!!!
matter of fact….i know a few HM’s that have been invited into “prepper communities” to serve as the local Dr. plus, being tactically trained is a HUGE bonus.
i’m 5 months away from hacking it out on my own. i’m still buying my 5-6 acres in Cajun country as my little slice of the swamp, but i’ll be protecting the back end of my cousin’s property. i’ll sleep late, hunt, fish, shoot the gun/bow, drink beer, tend to a micro farm, tend to some chickens and goats. hell, MAYBE i’ll even work a little (under the table of course). because, well…..
i’ll be free to do whatever the hell i want. self sufficiency FTW.
i’m lazy, so here yah go…….
when i was a kid, i BEGGED my grandfather for a gun. he was Houma tribe, and he took outdoorsmanship seriously. before he’d get me a gun, he made me learn to run rabbits. which is little more than a survival tool to eat in the event you get lost in the woods.
when i got my rifle, i was ridiculously excited. my grandfather, who rarely spoke, said, “never shoot anything you won’t eat. never shoot anything not attacking you. a man can take with a rifle and eat. but a man that takes with a bow, will feast. taking game with a bow is the mark of a pure hunter.”
the words didn’t really register then, but they make total sense now. i have more than one rifle. one in particular is a deer gun. any man can pick up one of my rifles and take game. hell, i’ve taken more than blogger to the range to go shooting. Unka Mitch fired my rifles, i’ve fired his.
but the bow is different. the bow is MINE. a bowyer measured my bow specifically for me. the draw is set to my arms length. i don’t have a high end bow. i bought a used bow, and i have no plans on upgrading. i LOVE her. actually, i have the same bow as Unka Mitch. seriously. the first time i let loose a few arrows, i was hooked. what my grandfather told me made perfect sense.
any ass with a rifle can glass an animal from 100 yards and drop it, blood track it, and process it. the bow requires skill. i’m only good from about 40 yards. past that, i may miss. hunting 101: never take a shot you aren’t sure you can make. if you hit an animal you HAVE to track it and finish it off. don’t let the animal suffer, never maim it.
the rifle is a great weapon in your hunting arsenal. actually, it’s a staple. but the bow, the bow is the weapon of a TRUE hunter; a man that has taken the time to master it is a man that respects and honors the hunt as it’s MUCH more difficult to learn than the rifle.
don’t shy away from the bow, find a hunter who’ll teach you it’s power. any archer will be more than happy to teach you. as is in life, do you want to walk the easy path, or learn to master the difficult road?
i realize that most of you reading this (more like, the handful) aren’t really down with the whole off grid lifestyle. and that’s cool. to each his own. but that doesn’t mean you can’t get the knots out of your rope without solar panels, deep cell batteries, and an RV. i’m FAR from where i want to be in my quest to downsize, but i went from a 2000q ft home to a 750sq ft squatters lounge.
i gave away 80% of my furniture. GAVE. i had a $3k sofa i bought in san diego, first co-worker to show up and claim it got it. that was my beginning. think of it as Buhhdism: there self denial and total excess. find where in those two extremes you feel most comfortable with. i’ve been shedding as much of the “excesses” as i can: cable, net, tv, books, bed, pay bills. i’ve donated most of my food bank to local churches and started buying silver instead. found a nice place close by and he always has at least $500 in silver bars for me to buy (i usually buy about $150-200 worth each month).
look around your house, if you see something you haven’t touched in a year…..get rid of it. turn off the TV and read a book of substance. get off your ass and go for a walk, ride your bike, unplug from your home and connect with the real world. i’m not saying everyone should go off grid, but i do know most people need to recognize what’s truly important to them and nurture that (said important thing is subjective of course). read Siddhartha, or fight club. take the family out to dinner, take your boy to a ball game or your daughter to whatever the hell she’s into.
sorry. i don’t want to get soap-box in this bitch. but i think i made my point.
minimalism (as far as i’m concerned) is simply an absence of consumerism. if you have a roof over your head, food on your table, bills that are paid, and people that care for you…..yer styling. as for me, i have my little house, which will become a smaller house once my friend retires. of course it sucks that my cousin, who has +60 acres about 2 hours from NO lost everything in the floods a few weeks ago. but she said i can still park my shit on her land.
hopefully anyone reading this will find their little slice of bliss.