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Last time I was *really* angry, these were my best buddies

The little voice in my ear tells me that anger doesn’t make anyone feel any better. The voice belongs to the Dalai Lama’s translator, and it’s playing on my iPod. I have a theory that the DL may well be a puppet and the translator is really running the show, but it’s not fleshed out yet.

So I’ve got two approaches to holding less rage. One is calming, the other is exhausting. They both rely on people not asking me to return their calls at my convenience.

Calming: I tried McYoga for a bit, and that did have some impact.

Exhausting: Then I moved to lifting weights which only fueled my hunger and ability to fall asleep at 9pm. GymBuddy tell me I’ve lifted 185,258 pounds in the last 32 days, which isn’t bad I suppose. And I finally snapped today and decided to start boxing, at least tonight. I found myself dancing around the living room punching the air and realized it was time to harness this energy.

Calming: I’m going to give meditation a more serious whirl starting on Saturday at the Austin Zen Center. You know the story: I want to change my life but I don’t want to disrupt my schedule to do it.

Exhausting: I have some good pals who want to start kickboxing, and I love the idea of this but it doesn’t mesh with my schedule. So I’m going to swing a few punches and keep my legs on the ground.

So who wants to come punch me tonight? $10 and a towel gets you started at Lords Boxing.

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