It was so quiet and beautiful... I was laying on my back in the pile of fresh snow somewhere deep in the woods of the Beaver Creek mountain about 11K feet above the sea level and watching the treetops

I was standing balls deep in the cold water and constantly casting my rig with half-frozen fingers. More often than not the line would move downstream a few feet and then snag something on the bottom.

It's Tuesday, 4.26pm here in New York and it's raining outside. I was supposed to send out my weekly newsletter this morning last week, but guess what, I didn't have anything to send... The truth is I

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There is something magical about staring at the screen with the blinking cursor. I've been doing it for the past five minutes thinking what should I write about today. Reminds me the programming when you

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