June 15, 2016

How to Extend Your Time In Brazil

So, you are liking your life in Brazil and you've decided to stick around.

I support that, but what about all the red tape? What about all the hoop jumping? If you're not in the position of having your school handle this process, lucky for you, I've been there and want it to be as easy as possible for you.

April 1, 2016

Why Failing Sucks, and What to Do About It

A short while ago, I noticed this pattern that I have. To say the least, it was less than glamorous. More specifically, it made me feel pretty shitty.

As a person who is REALLY hard on himself, I can get into some deep self loathing when I realize that I have a bad habit, have been doing something wrong, or have some kind of screw up.

February 24, 2016

How New Year Arrives Late in Brazil (or, How I Disappeared From TCL for Three Months)

You know that feeling you get when you go back to work on Monday after vacation? I think very few would call the feeling "inspiring."

Now imagine that you go to work on Monday, but Wednesday, Thursday and Friday are holidays. Now how do you feel? Are you telling yourself that you will wait to get serious until NEXT Monday?

November 23, 2015

Anniversary Post: The Crummy Life Turns One

I think it all started out of angst. Have you ever done that? Started something because the tension you are feeling compels you to spring forward with action. To just do something.

The confusion about where to begin. The confusion about what it is all for. Then, finally, deciding it's just because that's what you want or need to do.

This is how The Crummy Life started.

November 22, 2015

Thailand and Brazil: Side-by-Side Reflections on Adapting Abroad

I've now adapted in a short list of countries, and the two that have given me the greatest amount of time to go through the process and develop deeper observations are Thailand and Brazil, respectively. It's time to reflect on some of the differences, as I try to rummage through my thoughts to see what I might share with Tom.

"Hey," he said to me as I turned to exit the room, "don't fuck it up."

So goes the general and less than eloquent advice of one of my greatest influences. They were applicable to just about anything, but always reserved for those moments when he knew that a person needed an extra prod to strive for greatness, and the comment would land perfectly so you knew what it was about.