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Medical & Science Journalists - Embargoed Long COVID - ISLC-PAIS

As a medical and science journalist with Long COVID, I’ve been searching for an organisation I can volunteer with to report on #LongCOVID and #MECFS science literally for YEARS and I finally found one! 🥳 I’m thrilled to be working as a #scicom and #media engagement volunteer with Rob Wüst and Michael Chapman to support the first ISLC-PAIS Conference in Amsterdam, which kicks off towards the end of August. I’ll be reaching out to medical and #sciencejournalists who have an interest in this area to share some of the (embargoed) breaking science news stories from the conference, and I’ll be connecting with Long COVID patient advocates who are doing important communications work within the communities they support. (Let me know how I can best support you! [email redacted]) I won’t have capacity to cover all the fascinating science that is being presented (see the program here: www.islc-pais.org/program) but there will be recordings available on demand after the conference (at a cost but complimentary for some specialist reporters on request). Here are some of the sessions I’m most keen on hearing: - Why is policy still failing Long COVID & PAIS patients in many countries? (David Kelly, David Putrino & Narita Saija) - Long COVID in Children: Defining Disease Through Clinical Observation and Biomarkers (Lael Yonker) - Long-term recovery throughout 5 years after COVID-19 in both hospitalised and non-hospitalised individuals (Karolina Stjernström) - Mechanism First: How PAIS Trials Must Evolve(Michael Peluso) Patient-centred treatment of Long COVID in the absence of (inter)national guidelines. (Binita Kane) - Exploring the impact of Long Covid and support received in comparison with other chronic conditions using GP Patient Survey Data (England) 2023 (Mirembe Woodrow) - Long COVID-associated diagnoses among children and adolescents – an analysis of nationwide ambulatory claims data in Germany (Julia Nübel) - The Neurobiology of sleep in Long COVID (David Joffe) I can only volunteer in this role because I’m now on so many effective medications for Long COVID, #POTS and #dysautonomia. So, for the first time in 5 years, I can tolerate doing a bit more additional work. (Yes, I might be going a bit overboard with that newfound freedom… woo hoo #science!) I made a promise to myself that if I got a bit better, I would dedicate part of my time to Long COVID advocacy, particularly to help children who are dealing with severe Long COVID and are currently being overlooked by governments worldwide - more to come on that too as I’ve got a feature brewing with The Sick Times! https://lnkd.in/gMbY_6ER

Entrepreneurs & Founders - Cost of Entrepreneurship Podcast

👉CALLING ALL ENTREPRENEURS, FOUNDERS, AUTHORS, COACHES & BUSINESS OWNERS I’m looking for bold entrepreneurs to come on our podcast and discuss What’s the real cost of entrepreneurship? Not the highlight reel. The real story. The sacrifices. The sleepless nights. The failed launches. The financial pressure. The relationships that changed. The moments you questioned everything. The resilience it took to keep going. She Rises Studios is producing a powerful new podcast series exploring The Cost of Entrepreneurship, and we’re looking for incredible guests who are ready to have an honest conversation that could inspire thousands of entrepreneurs around the world. If you’ve built a business, overcome obstacles, learned hard lessons, or have wisdom that could help the next entrepreneur, we want to hear your story. This isn’t another interview about your resume. It’s a conversation about what it truly takes to build something that matters. ✨ We’re looking for, ✔️ Entrepreneurs ✔️ Founders ✔️ CEOs ✔️ Authors ✔️ Coaches ✔️ Creators ✔️ Small Business Owners ✔️ Industry Experts ✔️ Visionaries making an impact If this sounds like you, apply today. 🎙️ Podcast Guest Application https://lnkd.in/e28HFa5q Tag an entrepreneur whose story deserves to be heard, or share this post with your network. Someone’s breakthrough could begin with your story. #SheRisesStudios #PodcastGuest #Entrepreneurship #BusinessOwner #Founder #Leadership #WomenInBusiness #SmallBusiness #Startup #CEO #BusinessPodcast #EntrepreneurLife

Business Owners - Honest Tales of Failure, Sacrifice & Impact

Looking for business owners with a story to tell. I'm not looking for polished success stories. I'm looking for the moments that almost broke you. I'm looking for business owners who are willing to have an honest, uncensored conversation about entrepreneurship—the failures, the sleepless nights, the financial pressure, the mistakes, the sacrifices, and the impact building a business has had on their lives and their families. Whether you've: - Built a business from$0 to six figures - Scaled toseven or eight figures - Hit a wall and couldn't grow - Closed a business - Lost everything and started over - Successfully exited one or more businesses ...I want to hear your story. We are not going to pretend that everything was easy. I want to talk about: - The failures nobody sees. - The decisions you regret. - The moments you wanted to quit. - The effect entrepreneurship had on your marriage, your kids, your friendships, and your mental health. - What you would do differently if you could start over. - And what success actually looks like today. Because the truth is... Entrepreneurship changes you. Sometimes it builds you. Sometimes it breaks you. Most of the time, it does both. My goal is simple: create conversations that remind business owners they aren't alone. Selected guests may also be featured in my upcoming book,The Visibility Blueprint, which explores the stories, lessons, and moments that shape entrepreneurs long before the world notices their success. If you're willing to have a real conversation—not just share your highlights—I'd love to hear from you. Comment below, refer someone or send me a DM.

Indian Talent Acquisition Leaders - Biggest Hiring Pain Point

I spent five years placing C-suite executives before I wrote a single word about AI. In that decade, I sat across from maybe two hundred hiring managers. Different industries, different cities, wildly different budgets. They all asked me the same two questions. "How do I find better candidates faster?" And then, quieter, usually near the end of the conversation: "How do I stop losing the good ones?" Nobody ever asked me which software to buy. That gap is what I keep thinking about now. Because the AI conversation in Indian hiring has become almost entirely about tools — which platform, which integration, which vendor. And the actual questions people have are about outcomes they can't get to. Here's what I've come to believe after building automation workflows for Indian HR teams this year: The teams getting real results aren't the ones with the biggest stack. They're the ones who picked one broken thing and fixed it properly. Not JD writing and screening and sourcing and onboarding, all at once, in one quarter. One thing. Done well enough that people actually use it in month three. The ones who bought five tools in January are, almost without exception, back to doing it manually by June. The tools are still being paid for. Nobody opens them. I don't think that's a technology problem. I think it's a sequencing problem, and it's the least discussed thing in this entire category. If you run hiring for an Indian team — what's the one part of your process that's still genuinely broken? Not the one a vendor told you was broken. The one that actually costs you sleep. I'm asking because I'm writing about this next, and I'd rather write about what's real. #IndianStartups #TalentAcquisition #HRTech

BJJ Athletes With Herniated Discs - Recovery Stories & Daily Habits

I herniated multiple discs in my 20s and was told surgery was likely. I wrote a short book about what actually helped, and I'm posting the full text here for free. I'd love to hear what helped you. Hi everyone. I want to be upfront about who I am. My name is Sebastian Brosche. I'm a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu black belt and I run a mobility company. My back problems came from years of grappling, but pain is pain, and most of what's in this book applies to anyone with a hurting lower back. At 25 I had multiple herniated discs. I couldn't sleep well. I couldn't sit in a car without pain down my leg. I couldn't tie my shoes. Surgery was discussed. What turned it around wasn't one thing. It was a stack of boring daily habits. Moving every 20 to 30 minutes instead of sitting still for hours. Decompressing my spine (legs up the wall, seriously underrated). Stretching with patience instead of force. Strengthening my glutes and hamstrings. Fixing how I slept and sat. Eating in a way that didn't keep my body inflamed. I wrote it all down in a short book called Back In Control. The full text is below, free. No email, no signup. Two honest notes. One: I'm not a doctor, and this isn't medical advice. It's one person's long experience. Please run anything past your doctor or physio, especially if you have pain running down your leg or numbness. Two: my company exists and I won't pretend otherwise, but nothing in this post asks you for anything. My request: share your story in the comments. What caused your pain, what you tried, what made a real difference and what didn't. I read every comment. With your permission and a credit to you, the best insights will go into the next edition of the book, so it helps more people. Here it is. Back In Control: A Guide to a Strong and Pain Free Back in Jiu-Jitsu by Sebastian Brosche Intro In Jiu-Jitsu, we worry about the obvious stuff, tweaked knees, popped ribs, skin infections. But the thing that quietly ruins most hobbyists and athletes? The back. Herniated discs are just as common in Jiu-Jitsu as ringworm. You feel the proof of this in the morning when you can't put on your socks without wincing. I know, because it happened to me. At 25, right at what should be the peak of my career, my back was so wrecked from multiple herniated discs that I couldn't tie my shoes. I couldn't sleep, or work. I couldn't sit in a car without pain shooting down my leg. Not from one specific injury, but from years of abusing my body in BJJ without giving my spine a second thought. In BJJ, Back pain and spine damage doesn't happen as an acute trauma. It's the grinding in bad posture: curled, hunched, and compressed. Guard work with knees to chest, usually only on one side. Passes with a rounded spine. Add hours of sitting at work and slouching in cars, and you've got a spine that never gets a break, just constant pressure from all angles. And it adds up. Not always into an acute injury, but into stiffness, inflammation, and a slow erosion of movement. Most BJJ hobbyists and competitors either live with it – or quit. Very few actually do anything about it. That's what this guide is for. The following chapters cover the most common and preventable causes of back pain in Jiu-Jitsu. Mobility that's missing. Muscles that are weak. Sleep that doesn't recover you. Sitting that wears you down. Posture habits that look harmless but aren't. And ways to undo the BJJ-specific positions that stress your spine the most. These are actionable habits. Each one is simple, specific, and designed to reduce pressure, restore movement, and rebuild support. Start applying these ideas and you will soon be Back in Control. Chapter 1: Mobility When you mix hours of sitting, at work, in the car, on the couch, with a sport that twists your spine into contorted positions daily, you're asking for back trouble. Most of us live a sedentary life by default. We work at desks, eat at tables, relax on sofas. That's hours and hours of spinal compression, with too little movement in between. Contrast that with people in the world's healthiest long-living communities, places like Okinawa and Sardinia. Their environments force them to move every 20 minutes or so. They don't hit the gym or stretch obsessively. But their daily life includes enough built-in movement, standing, squatting, walking, reaching, that prolonged sitting simply isn't part of the equation. That's the real takeaway: you don't need any extreme interventions. You need to design an environment that encourages you to get off your ass and move. Start small. Design your day so you're forced to move. Set a timer to stand up and move around every 20-30 minutes. Take calls while walking. Stretch during loading screens. Take 8 seconds to pick something up from the floor and enjoy the extra back stretch. These micro-movements act like oil changes for your spine. And then, once a day, ideally after training or after sitting for long stretches, do a five-minute back-focused mobility flow. Something simple like cat-cow, spinal rolls, and a few gentle twists. It doesn't need to be fancy. It just needs to This daily rhythm of breaking up stillness and moving the spine is one of the simplest ways to reduce inflammation, restore circulation, and protect your lower back. You don't have to be perfect. You just have to move. Chapter 2: Strength The last thing you feel like doing when your back is in pain is grabbing a barbell. But research doesn't lie, when done properly, strength training can be one of the most powerful tools for long-term back health. Multiple studies, including randomized controlled trials and meta-analyses, show that progressive strength training can reduce chronic lower back pain by 30 to 70 percent. Not only that, but it also lowers the chances of that pain coming back. And compared to general exercise, targeted strength training has stronger and longer-lasting effects, with improvements that can persist for months. That doesn't mean loading up the bar to beat PR's, pulling with poor form or ego lifting through pain. Technique and progression are everything. To safely strengthen a back that's already irritated, you need to start slow, and work with someone who understands back pain, not just any trainer with a weekend certificate. It's never easy to admit it, but the root cause of many cases of back pain is weakness. Weak glutes. Weak hamstrings. Weak spinal erectors. When these muscles can't carry their share of the load, the strain shifts to places that weren't designed to handle it. That's when joints, discs, and ligaments start to suffer. Building strength in these key areas through movements like hip hinges, back extensions, good mornings, and deadlifts gives your body the capacity to handle the chaos of Jiu-Jitsu, from sudden twists to awkward scrambles. Strong muscles brace your spine. They distribute force. They protect you. You don't need to train like a powerlifter. But you do need to lift something. Once a week at minimum, make sure you're loading the posterior chain and teaching your body how to move under tension. Plus, lifting heavy weights also protect your bones from breaking by increasing your bone density. Chapter 3: Sleeping Position There's a strong and well-documented link between lower back pain and poor sleep. Pain makes it harder to sleep, and lack of sleep makes your nervous system more sensitive to pain. It's a nasty cycle, and one that's hard to break unless you address both sides of the equation: your pain and your sleep habits. Even if you don't remember waking up, your body does. Sleep trackers often show disrupted deep sleep when you're in pain, and when your nervous system doesn't get to calm down, your back never gets a proper chance to recover. That's why improving your sleeping position is critical. Dr. Jesse Wong, in his presentation on Advanced BioStructural Correction (ABC), breaks it down with three simple goals: Wake up refreshed Make six hours of sleep feel like eight Reduce tossing and turning to protect circulation and alignment Key changes that make a difference: Sleep on your side, not your stomach or twisted on your back Use a firm mattress to avoid spinal sagging Adjust pillow height so your neck and spine stay level. Stack towels or foam layers until it feels just right. Too high or too low pulls on your shoulder and strains your spine. Tossing and turning often happens because your body is trying to relieve pressure points. A proper setup reduces that impulse and eases overnight strain on muscles, joints, and nerves. Morning soreness isn't just aging, it's often the result of hours spent in a bad position. Here's how I sleep well: I use at least five firm pillows to prop up my body until everything, hips, spine, shoulders, feels completely relaxed and supported. Whether I'm on my side, back, or stomach, the goal is the same: zero tension anywhere. You can fine-tune your setup with pillows until the weight is evenly distributed and no part of your body feels "pulled." Changing sleep habits isn't easy, but it's possible. Try this: Spend 15-20 minutes each night practicing your new position before sleep. After a week, start each night in the new position. Then, build a "pillow fortress", using pillows to physically block yourself from rolling back into your old habits. Be patient. Within a few weeks, the new posture will start to feel natural. Chapter 4: Sitting and Driving Sitting isn't bad, sitting badly is bad. A posture expert once explained to me that sitting correctly isn't harmful at all. But here's the catch: sitting correctly requires strength that most of us don't have. That's why your lower back aches after long periods at a desk or in the car. The problem isn't the position, it's your lack of endurance to hold it. When you slump, you're offloading the job of your core and back muscles onto your spine and ligaments. Over time, this weakens the very muscles you need to sit well. So the cycle begins: weak posture causes pain, pain leads to more slouching, and slouching causes more weakness. Breaking this loop takes effort. You will feel more tired when you start sitting properly. But when you sit upright, your muscles are doing the work again, and that's exactly what they need to get stronger. And then there's the car seat. Car seats are not designed for spinal health. The slope of the seat, the tilt of the backrest, the lack of lumbar support, none of it favors good posture. So you need to build a new seat on top of the seat. Use two small, firm cushions: One under the sitting bones to elevate the hips, so you're not sinking into the seat. One behind the lower back to preserve your lumbar curve, instead of letting it collapse into the chair's shape. The goal is to feel like you're sitting on top of the seat, not in it. This setup might feel strange at first. You'll feel it in your core, your shoulders, maybe even your neck. But it shifts the load off your lower back, and that's the goal. Chapter 5: Release Whether you're sitting or standing, your upper body is stacked on your lower back. Your torso, arms, and head are all resting on your hips, and that means one thing: constant compression. Even when you're doing everything "right," the simple act of being upright loads the spine. And lying flat on your back doesn't always fix it. That's because of the psoas, a deep muscle that connects your thighs to your lower back. When it's tight, which it often is from sitting or training, it pulls on your lower spine, even when you're lying down. So just laying flat isn't as restorative as it might seem. You need to go a step further and actively release the pressure in your lower back. Start with hanging. Full passive hangs from a pull-up bar can feel amazing, but they're hard to sustain, and usually limited by grip strength. A more sustainable option is to use gymnastic rings or a bar about hip height. Hold on and lower into a deep squat, letting your hips sink while your arms keep you suspended. This creates a traction effect, gently pulling the spine apart and giving your lower back space to decompress. If you don't have rings or bars, even holding onto a fence or sturdy door handle while squatting down and leaning back works. It's like trying to sit, but not quite sitting, and your spine gets a chance to elongate without the load of standing. But the king of all lower back releases is legs up the wall. Lie flat on your back with your legs extended up against a wall, arms overhead, and let gravity do the work. The weight of your legs gently presses down into your hips, which in turn unloads your lower back. You can add a small, firm pillow under your hips for more effect, or find a corner to stop your legs from sliding apart. What makes this position so powerful is how effortless and sustainable it is. There's no strain. No tension. Just pure decompression. You can easily stay for 10-15 minutes, which gives your spine time to settle, your nervous system time to reset, and your pain a chance to fade. Spinal compression is unavoidable, but release is available. You just have to do it. Chapter 6: Back Stretches When your back feels stiff, it's tempting to blame weak muscles, genetics, politics, or even the sudden change of weather (if you're getting old). But the real problem is more often than not your fascia, the dense web of connective tissue that wraps and links everything together in your body. (think the white part of the orange, not the fruit meat which would be the muscle itself) And the thing is, the fascia of the hips, the core, the upper back, it all meets in the lower back. That's why this area tends to feel so tight, restricted, and painful. And unlike muscle tissue, fascia gets sticky when it doesn't move. It starts to bind to itself, layer upon layer, making your waist feel like it's wrapped in old duct tape. Also, fascia is loaded with nerve endings. Some studies estimate that fascia has up to six times more nerve endings than muscle, which explains why stretching when you're stiff feels so intense, it's not just your muscles protesting, it's your nervous system reacting violently to the new stimulus. But, good news! Fascia responds incredibly well to consistent, medium-intensity movement. You don't need extreme flexibility. You don't need to "push through" pain. You just need to stretch often, with patience and breath. One of the simplest and most effective ways to target the lower back fascia is the forward fold. Whether seated or standing, over one leg or two, this stretch can work wonders, if done right. The common mistake? Forcing the stretch. People try to prove how stiff they are by reaching aggressively for their toes, thinking intensity equals progress. It doesn't. Fascia releases through repetition and relaxation, not force. Think 10 to 20 gentle reps, moving in and out of a stretch with your breath, inviting release rather than demanding it. The goal is to relax into the stretch, not fight against the fascial pain. Having taught yoga classes since 2012, I have to endlessly repeat myself saying something like: "You have to regain your bodys trust. The head is not a good boss of the body, and if you want your body to relax, it needs to trust that it's going to feel better. This takes time, and patience. Forcing your stretch and holding the breath is not going to work" That's why yoga and mobility type stretching is so effective. Yoga has been refining the art of stretching and fascial release for thousands of years. It's not about chasing flexibility, it's about restoring function. And it works. Not overnight, but far quicker than people think. You can make real change in days or weeks, not years, as long as you do it consistently. Stretching isn't something you master once and forget. Just like brushing your teeth, it only works if you keep doing it. Start with five minutes a day, and build from there. Over time, those short sessions will compound into a body that moves better, feels freer, and hurts less. Chapter 7: Standing When most people hear the word posture they think stand up straight. But here's the thing: you're not supposed to stand straight, you're supposed to stand tall and relaxed. There are two common postural habits that quietly wreck your lower back: Leaning too far forward. Try this: stand up and wiggle your toes. If you can't, it means you're leaning into the front of your feet, and that puts a constant strain on the back of your body. This forward tilt shifts the workload to the posterior chain, especially the lower back, which ends up overworked and under-supported. Shoving the hips forward. This is the most common modern default. When people stand "relaxed," they're often tucking the tailbone and pushing the hips forward, locking their knees and collapsing into their joints. It feels effortless, but it's not harmless. Your lower back pays the price, especially the intervertebral discs, which are now absorbing force they were never designed to handle. The problem with the "hips forward, weight forward" posture is that it sets off a chain reaction: Your center of gravity shifts Your spine curves in the wrong places Your head sags forward to compensate It might feel "relaxed," but it's actually a constant source of mechanical stress on your spine. I used to think the goal of good posture was being able to stand against a wall with your head, shoulders, back, and heels all touching. Turns out it was a flawed idea. Science and biomechanics show that the only part of your body that should be touching the wall is your butt. Why? Because your glutes and spinal erectors are the muscles that should hold you upright. They need to be doing the work, not your ligaments, not your discs. When you stand correctly, with tall posture and your pelvis slightly tilting forward (not square), you should feel like your muscles are working just a little. That's how posture becomes strength training. Great posture is not rigid or forced. It's relaxed. Chapter 8: Inflammation Even if you've tried mobility work, strength training, fixing your sleeping position, improving your sitting habits, doing back releases, stretching consistently, and even correcting your posture, your lower back might still be hurting. That's when it's time to look at something deeper: inflammation. Inflammation is the silent multiplier. It takes normal soreness and turns it into nagging pain. It makes your joints feel stiffer, your recovery slower, and your back feel like it never quite gets better. You can be doing all the right things physically, but if your internal chemistry is inflamed, your spine stays irritated. One of the biggest drivers? Your diet. And here's the truth: changing your diet is one of the hardest things you can do. Not because you're weak, but because the system is designed to make you fail. The same tobacco companies that hooked people on cigarettes in the 20th century now own the food industry. And they've applied the same strategy: create hyper-palatable, processed foods that trigger dopamine in your brain and override natural satiety signals. These foods are engineered to be addictive. You're not choosing Oreos over broccoli because you're lazy, it's because Oreos were designed to beat broccoli in your brain. These ultra-processed foods stoke inflammation in the body. They increase oxidative stress, throw off blood sugar, and put your nervous system in a state of agitation. That inflammation makes every little ache feel sharper. Especially in sensitive areas like your lower back. But you can fight back, with real, anti-inflammatory foods that cool the system and support healing. How to fight inflammation with food: • • • • • • • Flaxseeds, chia seeds, and walnuts – rich in ALA, a plant-based omega-3 that helps reduce inflammatory markers Leafy greens like kale, spinach, arugula – packed with phytonutrients and minerals that support tissue repair Berries – especially blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries, loaded with antioxidants that neutralize cellular stress Turmeric and ginger – natural anti-inflammatories shown to reduce back pain in studies Cruciferous vegetables – broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, and cabbage actively support liver detox pathways and reduce chronic inflammation Legumes – beans, lentils, chickpeas provide fiber and nutrients that nourish the gut microbiome, which in turn regulates inflammation Whole grains like oats, buckwheat, and quinoa, slow-digesting and rich in fiber to stabilize blood sugar and reduce inflammatory spikes This isn't about becoming perfect overnight. It's about taking back control from a food system that profits off pain. Every plant-based meal you eat is a vote against inflammation. And once you feel the difference, clearer mind, less stiffness, faster recovery, it starts to reinforce itself. You're not just feeding your body. You're shifting your internal chemistry away from pain. The moment you stop pouring fuel on the fire, your back finally gets a chance to cool down and heal. Chapter 9: Walking Walking?! How can that possibly be relevant to back health? Akkchually, depending on how you walk, it can either heal your back, or wear it down. Let's start with the basics. Most of us walk on hard, flat surfaces, wearing stiff shoes that restrict foot movement. That's a big mismatch for how the human body evolved. Our feet were designed for soft, uneven terrain that requires constant micro-adjustments. Instead, we're stomping on pavement in shoes that kill mobility. Now add speed. The faster you walk, the more impact each step generates. Every stride sends a shockwave up your legs and into your spine. Your body braces itself. Muscles tense. Over time, this constant jarring adds up, especially in the lower back. Then there's your gait. Long, heavy steps might look confident, but they're not back-friendly. Runners know this well: shorter steps = less inflammation. It's not just for runners. The same principle applies to everyday walking. Smaller, softer steps reduce stress on the joints, including your spine. But one of the most overlooked variables in walking is foot placement. Most people walk with their feet too far apart. That makes the pelvis stiff, and you lose the natural side-to-side motion in the hips that's good for the spine. Now think about models on a catwalk. They walk with feet almost crossing each other, hips swaying with each step. And as silly as it sounds, that hip sway is excellent for your lower back. It creates a gentle spinal side-tilt and engages the muscles that stabilize and move your pelvis. So if you want to turn walking into a back-healing activity, try this: Slow down. You're probably not late to anything more important than back health. Take shorter steps. Lighter is better. Let your hips move. Stick your butt out behind you a little and let the hips sway slightly from side to side. Walk on a narrow line. Even try walking with feet close together or crossing slightly, just like the model you have living inside. Sass is optional. Every step is either helping or hurting your back. If you're logging 10k-20k steps a day, the way you walk matters more than how many you take. So don't just count your steps, make them count! Chapter 10: Counter Jiu-Jitsu Cards on the table, Jiu-Jitsu turns your body into a cemented pretzel. Elbows tucked. Knees to chest. Spine flexed. That closed, curled-up position isn't just hard on the knees and shoulders, it's brutal on the back. And the problem is, we do it for hours every week. To stay healthy, you need to counter the shape of Jiu-Jitsu. You need to reverse the posture, stretch the front body, and activate the back body. The antidote to the fetal fight stance? Backbends. Here are three versions of the same shape, each one turning the BJJ pretzel inside out. 1. Bridge Pose (on your back). Lay flat. Bend your knees, feet flat on the floor, and lift your hips. Squeeze the glutes, press through the heels, and open the front body. This stretches the psoas and abs, and strengthens the lower back, hamstrings, and glutes. Anyone can do this. It's the most accessible counterpose in the book. 2. Camel Pose (on your knees). Kneel tall, then thrust your hips forward and reach your hands behind you. If you can, touch your heels. If not, rest your hands on your lower back or interlace your fingers behind you. Lift the chest, squeeze the shoulder blades together, and breathe into the belly. Add padding under the knees if needed. It's intense, but powerful. 3. Bow Pose (on your belly). Lie on your stomach. Bend your knees and try to grab your ankles. Kick your feet into your hands and lift your chest. If you can't reach, no problem, interlace your fingers behind your back and lift what you can. This opens the chest, stretches the quads and hip flexors, and strengthens the spinal erectors. If these backbends feel too intense or awkward, use a big exercise ball: Start with a backward-leaning squat against the ball to open the hips. Then roll onto the ball and drape your back over it. Support your neck with a pillow or yoga block if needed. This passive backbend is one of the most underrated resets, your spine, chest, abs, and shoulders will all thank you. And don't forget the Wall Dog: Place your hands on the wall, about shoulder height, step back, and hinge at the hips. Drop your chest, let your head hang, and breathe. This gives the lower back and shoulders a gentle, sustained release. What now? ? Back pain doesn't have to be part of your Jiu-Jitsu story. Whether you're already dealing with it or just trying to avoid it, the tools are simple, and they work. The hard part is doing them consistently. I learned that the hard way. At 25, I was in the best shape of my life, on paper. But my back was wrecked. Then I met someone who showed me how to stretch, move, and breathe properly, through yoga. My lower back was crying tears of happiness after just a few weeks. And now, years later, my back feels better than it did 20 years ago. I finally learned what it needs. When I tweak it, I know how to handle it. And honestly, most injuries don't even happen anymore, because they're prevented. That's the whole book. If you prefer a nicely formatted PDF, it's free at https://yogaforbjj.net/ebooks/back-pain Now I'd really like to hear from you. What's your story, and what helped? Wishing everyone here better mornings.

Long-Haul Owner-Operators - ELD Gaps & Unremembered Stops

I drive a truck for a living. My logbook remembers things I don't. I drive a truck for a living. Long haul, owner-operator, fifteen years over the road. I need other drivers to do something for me, and I'll get to it at the end. The short version is I need you to pull your logs for the empty lanes and check the time your truck sat still when you don't remember stopping. If the numbers argue with you, I want to hear about it. I don't know if any of this is scary. I stopped being the right person to judge that a while back. The ask is to check your log against your memory and tell me which one you trust. I know which one I trust now, and it isn't me. Some background. I run the lonely lanes on purpose. US-50 across Nevada, the one they put on the maps as the Loneliest Road in America, and the sign isn't lying. Two hundred miles between towns that are really just a gas pump and a bar and a motel with half its letters lit. I know that road the way you know your own house in the dark, every green reflector and cattle guard, the exact mile the radio gives out to static There's one marker, 218, dead in the middle of the longest empty stretch of the whole run, and I've rolled past that reflector more times than I can put a number to. The empty roads pay a premium since nobody wants them, and I'm a man who needs the money more than he needs company. I lease to a mid-size outfit, haul mostly dry van, and I drive a used Peterbilt 379 that I'm still paying for and will be paying for until one of us quits. I call her the 379. I'm not the kind of man who names a truck, and then I went and named her the 379... draw your own conclusions. She's a ten-speed manual, and an automatic in a Class 8 is an appliance with a sleeper. I won't be taking questions on that. I've got a daughter, Maddie, turning ten. She lives with her mom three states from wherever I happen to be at any given minute, and I get her one weekend a month and her birthday if the miles line up right. Her mom, Jen, isn't the bad guy in this. She got tired of being married to a dispatch board, and I don't blame her, and that's a whole other post I'll never write. Here's the thing about me and Maddie. I mail her a postcard from every state I roll through. The ugly kind they sell by the register next to the beef jerky, a jackalope, a giant plastic dinosaur, a sunset somebody oversaturated in 1974. She's got them pinned to her bedroom wall in a big crooked map of everywhere I've been that wasn't with her. Over two hundred of them last time I was allowed to stand in that room. I keep them coming. Postcards are the one delivery I have never once missed, and I have missed almost everything else. Maddie and I have a thing we do on the phone when the miles run long. She reads the postcards back to me. She'll pull one off the wall and describe it, a cartoon moose in a Mountie hat, a peach the size of a barn, and I have to guess which state I was standing in when I bought it. I'm right most of the time. I remember every lonely register I ever paid at better than I remember my own kitchen. That guessing game is the closest I get to tucking her in. I have run my phone battery flat on a dark shoulder with the reefer humming behind me, listening to a nine-year-old describe a moose until one of us fell asleep on the line. The only other regular voice out there is Denny's. He's an old-timer I've traded road reports with on channel 19 for about ten years, mostly two cabs passing in the dark in opposite directions, telling each other where the scales are open and where the deer run thick. Here's how I'm built. Every working day I pre-trip the 379, the walk-around inspection, tires and brakes and lights and fluids and leaks, where you put your hands on the whole truck and find the fault before it finds you at seventy. Fifteen years of it and I run the same checklist on everything I can't afford to have fail, my money, my hours, the gap between me and my kid. I walk the length of a thing and look for the crack before it opens up. Now the part of the job that runs through all of this. My whole life is a log. There's a device bolted into every commercial truck now, an ELD, electronic logging device, and it records what the truck does around the clock, no vote from me. Engine hours, motion, GPS, when I drive, when I stop, how long I sit. It used to be paper logbooks that a man could fudge, and we all fudged them The hours-of-service rules are tight. Eleven hours driving inside a fourteen-hour window. A half-hour break. Seventy hours across eight days. A body has to eat and see his kid somewhere in there. The ELD ended the fudging. When it came in I called it government babysitting and I filed a complaint I knew would go nowhere. I still call it that. The 379 also has a dashcam, forward-facing and cab-facing both. The outfit's insurance wants eyes in the cab. I never think about it. It just runs on a loop to a memory card and writes over itself. The log and the camera are the reason I know anything at all. My own memory turned out to be the unreliable one. The machines told the truth. It started on a Tuesday in March. I can't swear to the day, but the ELD can, so we'll call it Tuesday. I'd run down out of Utah with a load for Sacramento and I was crossing Nevada in the dark, which is the only civilized way to cross Nevada, cooler on the engine and nothing on the road but jackrabbits and me. West of the last real town I got heavy in the eyes. Every driver knows the feeling and every driver is afraid of it. Go to sleep at seventy in eighty thousand pounds and you turn into a story other drivers tell at the fuel island. So I did the right thing. I remember pulling onto the shoulder around a quarter past two, a mile marker somewhere in the low 200s, setting the brake, and shutting my eyes. Next thing I knew it was coming up on four in the morning and I felt fine. Rested, even. Better than a forty-five-minute catnap has any right to leave a man. I logged my sleeper time, checked my mirrors, and pulled back out toward California, and I didn't think about it again until Sunday. I do my settlement paperwork on Sundays. Coffee and a burrito from the same fuel island I always hit, spreadsheet open, receipts in a rubber band. That Sunday I was matching fuel against miles and the numbers would not close. I was off by about ninety miles and a quarter tank of diesel. That is not a rounding error, that's real distance and real fuel that went somewhere. A trucker chases a gap like that the way you'd chase a charge you didn't make on your bank statement, so I pulled the detailed ELD record for that night to find my mistake. The device said I stopped at 0210 at mile 218. That part was right. It said the engine idled, truck stationary, for ninety-two minutes. Then it said I drove on at 0342. I have no memory of driving at 0342. I remember waking near four. The ninety-two minutes bothered me less than the fuel did. This is the sort of detail only a driver would catch. I know what my truck burns at idle. Ninety-two minutes sitting still should have cost me a gallon and a half, call it two. The fuel said I'd burned better than a tank between the last pump and the state line, the burn of a man driving hard, not a man parked on the shoulder asleep. The log said stationary. The fuel said moving. Neither one agreed with me, and worse than that, the two of them didn't agree with each other. It was abnormal, but I'm not a man who reaches for the strange. My first thought was microsleep, the little blackouts a tired brain takes without asking. My second thought was a bad ELD. My third thought, and I'm not proud of it, was pure relief. A broken logging device is a four-hundred-dollar problem, and I would take that over a hole in my night any day of the week. So I worked it like a fault. You isolate a fault. You test one thing at a time and you don't panic and you don't guess. I had the ELD checked at a shop in Sacramento. Calibrated fine. No error codes, GPS clean, the tech almost bored. Then I pulled my fuel-card statement to find the ninety miles I couldn't account for, and that is where it stopped being a paperwork problem and started being the other thing. There was a fuel purchase at 0303 that night. My card. My PIN, which lives in my head and nowhere else. A station forty miles up the road from where the log swore I sat parked the whole time. Fifty-one gallons, which is most of a tank. Every fuel island has cameras. I know a guy who knows a guy, and a week later I had the still image from the pump. It was me. My jacket, my boots, my hands on the nozzle at three in the morning, looking at nothing. Standing very straight. There is something wrong with how I'm standing and I've stared at it so many times I can't see it clean anymore, so I'll just tell you plain: my back doesn't bend like that when I fuel a truck. Nobody's does. You lean a hip into her, you slouch, you check your phone. In the picture I am standing at attention like a man waiting to be inspected. I raised Denny on the CB that night. Twenty-some years he's been running to my fifteen, and he is the closest thing I have to a coworker in a job where you spend your weeks alone in a metal box. I told him all of it, the ninety-two minutes, the fuel, the photo, and I braced for him to rib me about ghost trucking and too much coffee. He went quiet instead. On the CB that's a strange thing. Dead air is wasted air, and Denny hates waste. Then he asked me one question, low, not like him at all. He asked what mile marker. I told him. 218, US-50, the long empty run. He was quiet a second time. Then he said, next time you run that lane, check the same marker, and check your log the second you wake, and don't trust one thing you remember. Then he clicked off. Denny never clicks off first. Denny always keeps the last hundred words for himself. I ran US-50 again eleven days later, loaded out of Reno for Denver, which put me eastbound through the 200s a little after one in the morning. I was wide awake. I'd slept a full ten in a real bed at the yard and been off the clock most of the day, and I want that on the record in bold. The truck was ready, and so was I, radio on and a thermos going. I hit mile 210 and I remember the green reflector on the marker and I remember thinking there it is, and then I remember mile 240 and the sky had gone a different color. Thirty miles I do not have. On the ELD it wore the same shape as before. Stopped at 218, engine idling, stationary, a hundred and six minutes this time. Then rolling again like a man who'd only stretched his legs. I pulled into the next gravel pull-out with my hands not quite obeying me and I ran a pre-trip on myself. Ten thousand of them on the truck and never once on a man. Under the dome light I patted myself down like a stranger. I did not know what else to do with my hands. Behind my left knee there was a puncture. One clean hole, no bruise around it, no scab over it, wider than a needle mark and deeper. It didn't hurt until I pressed it, and then it hurt all the way up into my hip. Around both wrists there was a burn. A thin even line the whole way around, the exact width of the zip ties I use to bundle my air lines, the kind that leave that mark if you cinch one on your own skin and pull. I logged them. I keep a little notebook for the truck's problems, and I wrote them in it, date and time and plain description. Writing a thing down is how I make it real and make it quit screaming at me. Puncture, back of left knee, four millimeters. Ligature marks, both wrists. I wrote it like the 379 had thrown a fault code, and then I told myself I'd snagged my wrists on the ratchet straps and the thing behind my knee was a spider bite, and I drove on to Denver, and I did not sleep that night or the next. Here is where I lost the ability to explain it away. I'd been ignoring the cab-facing camera the whole time. It points at me, and no driver alive enjoys watching himself work. But it runs to that memory card on a loop, and it holds a lot of hours before it writes over them, and it finally landed on me that I had footage of both nights sitting in a slot eighteen inches from my face. I pulled the card at a rest area outside Denver at first light and put it in my laptop and found 0210 on the first night and made myself watch. The cab light comes on by itself. That is the first wrong thing. I never touch it, the footage shows my hands already down and still, and the dome light just comes up on its own at 0211, and I am sitting up ramrod straight behind the wheel of a parked truck with both hands on it at ten and two like a kid taking his road test, and my eyes are open, and I am not asleep, and I do not move, and for the better part of an hour and a half I sit there in that grainy little square gripping a wheel that is not going anywhere with my eyes open and my face gone slack, and every few minutes my head tips a couple of degrees toward the passenger glass like something on the far side of it is speaking low and I am listening hard, and then at 0342 the timestamp in the corner does not tick, it jumps, it skips a beat like a scratched record, and inside that skip the light in the cab has changed color and my head is turned all the way around toward the sleeper berth in a way a neck does not go, and then it is 0342 clean and I am facing front again and my hands come off the wheel and I reach out and start the truck like any tired man and pull out onto the road. I sat in that rest area for a long time with the sun coming up on the dash. After that I stopped trusting my memory at all, and I started trusting the record all the way, which is exactly backward from how a person is built to work. I knew it was backward. I did it anyway. The record had never once been wrong, and I had been wrong about everything, so I handed the whole job of remembering my life over to a machine I used to hate, and I have not taken it back since. I booked a sleep study. It was the last rational door left and I wanted it to swing open. Sleep apnea is the thing that quietly ends a trucking career, and part of me was rooting hard for it, a real diagnosis, a mask to wear at night, a reason with a name. The doc taped wires to me and watched me sleep and told me my sleep was healthy and dull and asked if I was under any stress. I told him no more than the usual. That was a lie, but it wasn't the sort he had a machine to catch. There is a loneliness to the long lanes that I used to be proud of. No dispatcher over my shoulder, no traffic, no clock but the one I keep myself. I chose it every year on purpose. What I know now is that alone is also the one condition where a thing can happen to a man and there is not a single other set of eyes to swear it happened, and he drives off at dawn with only his own head to argue with, and after enough years alone with it, a man quits checking his own head against anybody else's. The lane kept paying and I kept running it. Every one of you is already thinking the obvious thing, which is take another damn route, man, any other route. I ran the numbers the way I run all my numbers. The empty lanes pay extra for being empty. My truck note was past due and a rebuilt turbo would have finished me. Maddie's tenth birthday was seven weeks out, and the money to actually be there, plane-ticket-and-a-motel-near-Jen's there and not a phone call there, was money I could only earn on the roads no other driver would touch. Turning down US-50 meant turning down the birthday. I had spent nine years being three states away from that kid. I had decided I was not going to be three states away for the round number. So I kept my standing appointment with mile 218 twice a month, and I paid for it in pieces of myself, and the pieces got deeper. The marks moved inside. After a run in April I had a soreness under my breastbone, dead center, and when I swallowed I could feel a small hard thing shift under the bone that has no business shifting. It is still there. I can feel it as I type this, behind the sternum, and it moves a little when I drink coffee, and I have not seen a doctor about it. A doctor means a scan. A scan means questions. Questions mean my DOT medical card, and my medical card is the difference between me and a man who can't feed his kid. At my last physical I hid the wrist marks under long sleeves and a story about a dog that jumps up. I hear how that sounds. A man with a foreign object in his chest, choosing his route sheet over the emergency room. Say it out loud and it is plain crazy. But every one of you with a mortgage has run the smaller version of that math, drove on the bald tire, skipped the checkup, worked the shift you should have called in sick for. The truth was more expensive that month than the risk. Mine just got bigger than yours. That's the only difference between us. I tried to raise Denny for two solid weeks and got nothing but static on 19. Denny always answers. In ten years the longest stretch of quiet from him was four days, when his mother passed and he ran the flowers himself. Two weeks of dead air put a cold in me that the marks hadn't managed. I knew his regular stop, a big truck plaza off I-80, and I was deadheading close enough that I burned my own hours and my own fuel to swing wide and find him. His truck was in the lot. He was in the driver's lounge with a coffee, healthy, clean-shaven, looking a decade younger than the last time I'd parked nose to tail with him. He did not know me. Not a joke, nor a grudge. Not a cold shoulder over some load I'd stolen. I sat down across from a man I had talked to nearly every working day for ten years, and there was a polite nothing behind his eyes. He called me buddy the way you call a stranger buddy when he sits at your table. I brought up channel 19, and the fuel island where we always parked, and the night he talked me down out of a jackknife on black ice with his voice alone. He smiled at all of it the gentle, the way you smile at a man describing a dream he had. I asked after his mother and he told me she was doing great, real spry, and she had been in the ground six years and I had hauled the flowers. On my way out I looked at his paper logbook. We all still keep the paper backup, and looking at another man's log is a habit you don't lose. His was perfect. Every entry neat and square and legal, weeks of it, the cleanest logbook I have seen in my life. No man drives that clean. We all have the messy day, the split sleeper, the coffee ring, the cuss word in the margin at the scale house. His had none of it. It read like something that knew the shape a logbook is supposed to take without ever once knowing what the road feels like at 0300. I drove out of that plaza understanding that there is a version of coming back that costs you everything a doctor can't find, and that Denny had paid it, and I had not, not yet, and I do not know why it took him clean and left me here to type this. I've decided that is one of the questions a man just carries. Maddie's birthday was a straight shot out, and I had one last run on US-50 to turn the money real. I planned it like a professional. The plan is the last thing I got to keep. My mind was made up. I would not stop at 218. The plan was to blow through it wide awake at road speed, cruise off, my own foot hard on the fuel, both hands white on the wheel, dashcam rolling, and Denny's polite empty face riding shotgun in my head the whole way. I drank enough coffee to drop a smaller man. My break I set so the fourteen-hour window had all the room it needed, rolling legal and rested. By a little before three in the morning I was onto US-50 eastbound with the birthday money already sitting in the bank and Maddie's tenth waiting at the end of it. Mile 210, green reflector, there it is. Mile 214, and the 379 began to slow. I had my foot down. It is the last thing in this whole account I am sure of. My foot was on the fuel and the engine was pulling and the truck came down anyway, smooth and easy, the way she slows when I bring her down gentle for a scale, except my foot was down and I was not bringing her down. My own right hand left the wheel and found the trailer brake. My own left hand walked her onto the shoulder. Ten and two going to nine and three going to wherever my hands were being taken, and I watched them do it the way you watch another man's hands, and the last thing in that cab that still belonged to me, the last scrap of Ray in the driver's seat, was a picture of Maddie's wall and all those ugly postcards and the one empty pin waiting on Nevada. Then the log jumped. I am not going to tell you what I saw, since I did not see it. That is the mercy in this and the whole curse of it both. There is only the jump. I came back at 218 with the sun already up and the engine ticking as it cooled and three hours gone off the clock and a smell in the cab like the inside of a brand-new car, cold plastic and something chemical under it, and a fresh cut low on my belly, taped over neat, the edges of it already pulling closed like the wound had been given a head start I never gave it. I have closed enough of my own split knuckles over the years to know clean work when I see it, and whatever sealed me up did neater work than any clinic on my insurance ever managed. There was no blood in the cab. Not a drop anywhere, and I went over her with a flashlight looking for it. I made the birthday. That is the part I cannot set down. I made it. The ELD proves it beyond any argument. I was parked outside Jen's place from 1400 to 1630, engine off, and there are photographs on Jen's phone of me at a folding table with a paper crown crooked on my head and Maddie tucked under my arm and a sheet cake with a big number ten on it, and I am smiling in every single frame. I do not remember one second of it. I remember the cut and the smell and the sun at mile 218. Then I remember 1830, back in the cab, pulling out for my next load with pink frosting on my sleeve that I don't remember earning. In between there is a hole in me the exact size and shape of my daughter's tenth birthday, and the only proof I was a father that afternoon is the same machine that logs everything I do whether I want it to or not. The babysitter I resented. The one witness I have left. It says I was a good dad for two and a half hours, engine off, and I have to take its word. I take its word for everything now. Maddie hugged me somewhere inside that hole and told me I smelled different. She told Jen I smelled like a new car. Kids say things. But she is up on the wall in my head now, saying it on a loop, you smell different Dad, and I cannot get back into the memory to watch her face while she says it. I would give a lot to see her face in that one moment. So where does this leave things? My body and my logs finally agree. The marks, the cut, the missing hours, the fuel that never mathed, all of it lines up clean across the record and across my skin, no discrepancies left anywhere, everything reconciled and square. A reconciled log is a beautiful thing to a trucker. It means you're legal. It means nobody is coming to your cab to ask you hard questions. Took me until this week to work out why being all squared up put a cold on the back of my neck. I never reconciled anything. Something closed my books for me. And a man only closes the books on an account he is finished with, or on one he is about to run all over again. Mine is about to run again. I can feel the small hard thing behind my breastbone and I know my own board, and there is a run posted on US-50 for next week that I did not accept and did not enter, and I am going to take it, since the note is still due and there is a Christmas coming and a kid who believes her dad drove through forty states just to wear a paper crown at her party. I've got a Nevada postcard here for Maddie and I went to write the note on the back and I could not remember whether I'd already sent her a Nevada one. I have run that state a hundred times. So I checked the log. The log knew. It always knows, and I have stopped being the part of me that does. So this is the ask for the drivers reading this: If you run the empty lanes at night, the ones that pay too good, pull your ELD records for the stretches where you go a hundred miles without passing a soul. Look for stationary time your body has no memory of earning. Cross it against your fuel burn. Then pull your cab camera for those exact minutes and watch yourself, even though you will not want to. And run a pre-trip on your own body while you're at it, behind the knees, both wrists, the flat of the breastbone, and if you turn up something you can't account for, write it down with the date and the time, same as you'd log a code the shop needs to see. If your log disagrees with you, message me and tell me what it says. The times, the miles, the size of the gap. I am collecting them. I want to know whether the marker is the same for everyone or whether every driver gets handed his own. Don't run those lanes alone at night if there is any way around it. I know there usually isn't. There wasn't for me either. I'm going to sit here another minute before I start the truck. My hands found the wheel while I was typing the end of this. Ten and two. She isn't even running.

Fans of Disney Films & Original Source Books - Quotes on Adaptations

Looking for quotes for my upcoming project! If you are a fan of any of these Disney movies or their source material and aren't afraid of being quoted... Let me know! 1. "Snow White" — Brothers Grimm (1812) 2. The Adventures of Pinocchio — Carlo Collodi (1883) 3a. "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" — Washington Irving (1820) 3b. The Wind in the Willows — Kenneth Grahame (1908) 4. "Cinderella" — Charles Perrault (1697) 5. Peter and Wendy — J.M. Barrie (1911) 6. "Sleeping Beauty" — Charles Perrault (1697) 7. "The Little Mermaid" — Hans Christian Andersen (1837) 8. "Beauty and the Beast" — de Villeneuve (1740) / de Beaumont (1756) 9. Notre-Dame de Paris — Victor Hugo (1831) 10. The Heracles Mythological Tradition — Greek classical sources 11. Treasure Island — Robert Louis Stevenson (1883) 12. "The Snow Queen" — Hans Christian Andersen (1844) 13. Bambi, a Life in the Woods — Felix Salten (1923) 14. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland — Lewis Carroll (1865) 15. The Once and Future King — T.H. White (1938) 16. The Jungle Book — Rudyard Kipling (1894) 17. Hamlet — William Shakespeare (c. 1600) 18. The Ballad of Hua Mulan — Anonymous (c. 400–500 CE) 19. "Rapunzel" — Brothers Grimm (1812) 20. "Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp" — Hanna Diyab / Galland (1709) 21. Mary Poppins — P.L. Travers (1934) 22. The Chronicles of Prydain — Lloyd Alexander (1964–1968) 23. Oliver Twist — Charles Dickens (1837–1839) 24. Tarzan of the Apes — Edgar Rice Burroughs (1912)

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Longtime Sonny Moore Fans & Archivists - Early Life & Lost Years

Researching Sonny Moore's life for a documentary. What am I missing? Hey everyone, I'm currently researching and writing a long-form video/documentary about Sonny Moore's life, not just Skrillex's career. A lot of documentaries and videos focus on the obvious stuff: Scary Monsters, the Grammys, OWSLA, Jack Ü, etc. But I'm much more interested in the person behind Skrillex and the events that shaped Sonny before he became the artist we know today. I've spent the last few weeks digging through interviews, old forum posts, Reddit threads, archived MySpace information, FFTL-era content, Bells-era discussions, Blood Monkeys material, and fan trackers. This is the timeline I've built so far, and I'd love feedback from longtime fans, archivists, or anyone who knows obscure Sonny lore. Things I currently consider important: • 1988 – Born in Highland Park, Los Angeles. • Adoption at birth by Scott and Francis Moore. • Early childhood in San Francisco. • Time spent at boarding school in Barstow. • Return to Northeast Los Angeles around age 12. • Exposure to punk, hardcore, alternative scenes, raves, and the broader LA underground culture. • Bullying and transition to homeschooling. • Discovery at age 16 that he was adopted. • Identity crisis resulting from learning that a woman he had known for years was actually his biological mother. • Connection with Matt Good online. • Move to Valdosta, Georgia. • Joining From First to Last initially as a guitarist, then becoming lead vocalist. • Touring years. • Vocal cord issues and growing creative frustration. • Leaving FFTL in 2007. Then comes what I personally think is the most overlooked and fascinating period of Sonny's life: THE LOST YEARS (2007–2009) • Sonnysound MySpace. • Early solo demos. • The Bells project. • Touring with Team Sleep. • Friendship with Chino Moreno. • Formation of Sonny and the Blood Monkeys. • AP Tour preparation. • Development of songs like Oceans, Signal, Mora, Moss, Gloom, Glow Worm, Concentrical, Copaface, etc. • Lost songs such as Miss Barracuda, Bittering Me, Elephant Boy, Father Said (BM version), Baby Boy (BM version), and others. • The relationship between Bells, Blood Monkeys, and Gypsyhook. • Whether Blood Monkeys were simply a live band or a more collaborative creative project. • The possibility that some ideas from this era survived into later Skrillex projects. Then: • Gypsyhook. • My Name Is Skrillex. • Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites. • OWSLA. • Global success. • Death of Francis Moore in 2015. • FFTL reunion. • Burnout and personal struggles. • Quest For Fire / Don't Get Too Close. My biggest questions right now are: What important life events am I missing? Are there interviews that reveal more about Sonny as a person rather than Skrillex as a producer? Is there any documented information about his biological parents beyond what is commonly known? Is there a deeper history behind Bells and Sonny & The Blood Monkeys that most fans don't know? Are there archived MySpace uploads, blog posts, photos, forum discussions, or lost media that I should be looking at? What part of Sonny's personal life do you think is most misunderstood by fans? I'm especially interested in the HUMAN story rather than the career achievements. Any information, sources, memories, old screenshots, interviews, obscure forum posts, or corrections would be hugely appreciated. Thanks!

Long-Term Fitness Tracker Users - Reliability, Accuracy & Value

Is there a clear winner for the best fitness tracker, or not really? I've been noticing that fitness tracker recommendations seem to depend heavily on who you ask. One person will say there's an obvious best choice, while someone else with completely different priorities will strongly disagree. For anyone unfamiliar, fitness trackers are wearable devices that monitor things like steps, heart rate, sleep, workouts, recovery, and general activity levels. Some are simple bands focused on health metrics, while others blur the line between tracker and smartwatch. People usually start researching them when they want more insight into their activity, training, or overall health habits. I've been researching fitness trackers pretty heavily for a guide I'm putting together. I've gone through reviews, comparison articles, expert rankings, and videos, but real-world experiences often tell a more complete story. Reddit discussions tend to reveal long-term reliability issues, battery life realities, tracking accuracy, and whether people still find the device useful months or years later. I'm trying to make the recommendations as accurate and genuinely helpful as possible rather than just repeating whatever ranks highest on review sites. A few things I'd love to hear from actual users: Which fitness tracker have you used the longest, and how has it held up? Was there a tracker you were excited about that ended up disappointing you? Which metrics do you actually pay attention to after the first few months? Are there any highly recommended trackers that you think are mostly hype? What surprised you most after living with a tracker long term? Which tracker offers the best balance of accuracy, battery life, and value? Who do you think would be better off skipping a fitness tracker altogether? From what I've gathered so far, fitness trackers seem to fall into a few broad categories: simple activity bands, recovery-focused wearables, GPS-focused fitness watches, and smartwatch-style devices with fitness features. The factors that come up most often are tracking accuracy, battery life, comfort, app quality, and whether the data actually leads to useful behavior changes. One thing that feels a bit marketing-driven is the sheer number of health scores and readiness metrics some devices promote. A lot of users seem to end up focusing on just a handful of measurements while ignoring most of the extra data. I've also noticed that people sometimes chase the most feature-packed device when a simpler tracker would probably fit their needs better. The strongest pattern so far is that consistency, comfort, and ease of use seem to matter more than having the longest feature list. I'm trying to put together something actually useful and avoid recommending devices that look impressive on a spec sheet but don't provide much value in day-to-day use. Would love to hear real experiences before I finalize anything. Anything I'm missing here? Curious what people who've actually used these think.

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