The real man's toolkit: essential oils and duck tape. "Yeah, I use essential oils." Silence. This is the normal reaction I get why I, as an adult male human, tell other men that I use essential oils instead of things like aspirin, Tums or Rolaids, Ben Gay, or any number of other pharmaceuticals. There's this impression out there that essential oils are girly, I guess, or that they're like most other products that are primarily for making things smell nicer: they're for the ladies. Or even that they're new agey and woo-woo - to be used only when listening to Windham Hill CDs and cleansing your chakras. Real men don't care about smells, right? They thrive on sweat, piss and vinegar. They belch, fart, and otherwise release smells into the air that are simultaneously hilarious and relieving to the body. They get upset because their wives bought decorative soaps and guest towels for the bathroom that they're not allowed to use. They frown a
Are you one of those people whose brainstorming abilities are barely under control? When you have an idea, do the details come pouring forth in a tidal wave, and get lost as they crash to the shore and pour back into the sea? That is me in a nutshell. I'm full of ideas, but when they come it's hard for me to get them under control and organize anything. I've tried notepads, using my good friend Evernote , and a whole host of other stuff to get those crazy ideas under control and in some semblance of readability. But that's tough sometimes when you have eighty things going on at once. Enter my new favorite tool, the mind map . I don't know if you've ever come across this concept, but basically it's something like this: The basic idea is that the shape at the middle is the "main topic" at hand. The branches out from the main topic are the subtopics, and then the smaller branches are the details, etc. It's a simple enough conc