Leangains is THE go-to "fitness" (I am not sure the sites' administrator, mr. Berkhan, is fond of that term, but in the name of categorizing...) resource of the ulbator head honcho. The site is seldom updated nowadays, but all the free information already posted is more than enough to let progress for years in the gym. I have read some of the posts numerous times, but I still go back for advice every now and then. Although inclined primarily towards IF (intermittent fasting), the lifting advice is no-nonsense and top notch. Applying a leangains approach, interpreted through the lenses of the ulbator head honcho of course, is pretty much the sole reason I am currently able to deadlift 455 lbs, going for 500 before this year comes to an end.
Today the leangains site had one of its scarce updates, with a link to a new IF report. The report tends towards the scientific kind, but if you are thusly inclined, it will be well worth your time.
In short, leangains is a great resource that will help you get closer to the much coveted ulbator ideal.
Went camping this last weekend. We crossed that plain that I mentioned in a previous post that was the location of a scene in this movie. Brought the machete. And my ax. This ax (/hatchet) was given to me as a Christmas present this last year and it may very well be one of the most beautiful material possessions that I own. A worthy representative of true top-notch Swedish craftsmanship, and it's usefulness and purposefulness only makes it even more beautiful. I don't make any money promoting this ax though, so enough about it.
I go camping about every two to three months and for the last few trips, ever since the first couple of prototypes for our "for the elite" t-shirt came out, that's what I've been wearing when in the outdoors. And it has been holding up really well, even against the stresses placed on it by the wilderness. And against the head honcho playing with logs, rocks and sticks (and axes, machetes and knives) as if he was five years old again. This time around though, it was rainy and damp and even a bit cold during the night. So in my mind I started sketching another garment geared towards camping, wildlife and hunting. That may very well be the next thing that we create at the ulbator installations. Ulbator is for conquerors. And as stated before ulbator will "assist you on your manly quests and endeavors". We already assist you in your lifting. Perhaps, the next frontier for our brand will be assisting you in your conquering of the wilderness...
Just because you are in the woods, that is no excuse to not be performing your strength feats. Quite the contrary; the woods is a place that lends itself very well to strength feats. This log is one half of a fallen tree that was cut in two with the ax introduced above. Proudly dressed in "for the elite" t-shirt, that is still standing strong after log lifting, fire making and rock throwing.
Science has it that men of few words are perceived as more attractive than male blabbermouths. Although hardly a surprise, the incentives to keep silent and let your appearance do the talking are piling up rapidly. Silence does not make the ulbator man uncomfortable. A king is not to entertain, but to be entertained.
Seriuosly, the drug business is truly annoyingly backwards-minded, sexist an misogynist. Hopefully, legalizing pot can pave the way to a more gender-neutral way of pushing drugs.
At first I didn't know whether to laugh or cry either. It didn't take long though, before I started to get the giggles. Some of the funniest stuff I've ever read.
How did non-issues of this kind become pressing enough news to make it to the Seattle times. These are awkward times, indeed.
I used to be a teacher at a Mexican university when I lived in Guadalajara, and each semester I held at least one session where we discussed cultural differences. Geert Hofstedes material was among the ones we reviewed during that session, and we always ended up concluding that Mexico and Sweden are pretty much on opposite extremes of the spectrum of cultural traits offered by Hofstede. Commonly, the definition of Sweden as a country favoring female (according to Hofstedes definition) values over masculine ones would create scorn among the students (no need to feel butthurt, the scorn was in a playful and friendly tone and kind of accurate to be honest).
Our ulbator head honcho would not expect to be the only one picking up the obvious, and last week I stumbled upon this article, identifying the same phenomenon. I have said it before and I will say it again - I love Sweden and i love my fellow swedes to death. If you could only stop being so annoyingly idealistic and politically correct.
For the last few years when asked the question "what do you like about Mexico?", which by the way happens a lot over here, I have offered the same answer: "In Mexico, you are still permitted to hold your own conviction and you are still entitled to a diverging point of view and you can express said view without committing social or political suicide." That liberty is long gone in Sweden.
Not for Pussies!