Ramblings On Freedom & Personal Responsibility.

Obsessing with freedom lately. What freedom means to me. In a world so volatile, unpredictable, uncertain and increasingly fragile. Not to mention run by a combo of Machiavellian corporations and old school used car salesman pseudo Santa Claus types offering the public their ridiculous nostalgic fantasies, out of date ideologies and last century political systems. …

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The Philosophy of Brewing Financial Freedom / The Beer Diaries Vol 1.

Photo: Chris Cohen Beer. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the starBeer home boutique Sabbatilife Enterprise. Its mission: to explore strange new beers. To seek out new all grain recipes and brew some seriously good Lager. To boldly brew great IPA and Stout and maybe even nettle Beer but most of all, to make the …

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The Story of Poor Thirsty Grasshopper & Rich Ant Barista / Killing the Coffee Bill for Good.

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” – Sherlock Holmes.  There are many things in life I have absolutely no use for. My happiness levels will not even budge knowing I will never own a sports car or fly business class. I have no interest in …

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Future me meets past me in a bar OR how I came to discover F-you money / Conversations with my younger self about financial freedom.

Image by Mobilos / Wikicommons FM: Here, sit down. I poured you this glass of ice-water.  PM: What? Who the hell are you and where in God’s name did you suddenly appear from??  FM: I’m me. Which is to say you. Future you. You can call me FM. That’s future me. And you are past …

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On the lockdown platform awaiting the freedom train / reflections from the bunker.

You know, I think we are almost done here. The flood is almost over. The land is dry’ish. The dove has returned with the surgical mask carelessly hanging loosely from its neck. The gates of the ark will soon be opened. The surviving species allowed out in pairs for a breather. Maybe some shopping even. …

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