“At some point, you have to turn your attention from the advice of commentators whose main credential is success in providing advice, and actually steep yourself in the nuance of how people make remarkable things happen in your field.”
-[Cal Newport](http://calnewport.com/blog/2013/02/26/on-the-art-of-ambition/?utm_source=StartupDigest+Reading+List+%28best+articles+on+startup+life%29+%5BStartup+Digest%5D&utm_campaign=a1f2308f3f-StartupDigest_Reading_List_Mar1&utm_medium=email)

Stages of OCD

I. Flattening out crumpled dollar bills into a neat stack before putting them into your wallet.

II. Then sorting them by denomination.

III. Next turning them so that they all face in the same direction, with the faces on the front upright.

IV. Finally, in spare minutes, sorting them within denomination by serial number.

I plead the fifth as to where I fall on that spectrum.

CrossFit NYC is Hiring Full-Time Coaches

While CrossFit NYC is already one of the largest CrossFit gyms in the United States, we continue to grow quickly, driven by happy members’ word-of-mouth. As a result, we’re now looking to hire several more full-time coaches over the first half of next year.

Thus far, we’ve hired and promoted entirely from our own membership. Now, however, we’re expanding our search to the CrossFit community at large. We think a job at CFNYC is both a great career opportunity, and a chance to impact the lives and athletic performance of a large number of people.

We treat our coaches as professionals; it is our goal to enable all of our full-time coaches to earn $100,000 or more per year. We pay our coaches a base starting salary of $40,000+ per year (plus health insurance) to coach 20 hours of classes for us. Coaches are then free to do private training, and may use our facility at no charge – coaches keep 100% of their personal training revenue. With that arrangement, our more successful coaches earn $100,000-120,000 a year, without working more than 40 hours a week.

Applicants are required to have a CrossFit Level 1 Certification, a strong background in CrossFit and related fields (whether through degree, certification, or real-world coaching experience) and a well-endorsed track record of coaching CrossFit in a group context.

To apply for a position, please send your resume, three references, and a short cover letter explaining why you’re the obvious choice for the job, to [jobs@crossfitnyc.com](mailto:jobs@crossfitnyc.com). We will respond within 7 days. If it appears you may be a fit, our next step is an interview, followed by our oberving you actually coaching an evening of classes at CrossFit NYC.

We hope to bring on a new coach as soon as January 1st. However, if you’re interested but unavailable until a later date, please also consider applying; as mentioned above, we will be hiring throughout the year, and would be happy to hold a future slot for you if you’re a great fit.

If you have additional questions beyond the information here, feel free to email us at [jobs@crossfitnyc.com](mailto:jobs@crossfitnyc.com). We look forward to hearing from you!

Breaking the Seal

Didn’t mean to fall off the blogging bandwagon here. While I’m still on the apartment search, things are cranking well on all other fronts, so I have no excuse other than momentum for the radio silence. Back to it.

Unmoved

Apologies for the radio silence; it’s been a hell of a month.

Twenty-four hours before we were set to move to the aforementioned new apartment, we discovered that, despite our signed lease, the landlord had given the apartment to someone else.

So we’ve spent the last month living surrounded by boxes, madly scrambling to find a replacement apartment.

On top of that, I’ve been neck-deep in closing the last of Cyan (so that all the investors are made whole before we close down shop completely), getting Outlier up and running (and making its first portfolio company investment), helping Jess launch a company herself, and managing CrossFit NYC’s build out of and move to its new, much larger location.

Life is never dull.

Paging Doctor Spock

According to Einstein, the putative creator of this puzzle, 98% of the people in the world aren’t able to figure out an answer. Are you in the illustrious / deeply nerdy 2%?

The Facts:
1. There are five houses in a row in different colors.
2. In each house lives a person with a different nationality.
3. The five owners drink a different drink, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet, one of which is a Walleye Pike.

The Question:
Who owns the fish?

Some Hints:
1. The Brit lives in the red house.
2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3. The Dane drinks tea.
4. The green house is on the left of the white house.
5. The green house owner drinks coffee.
6. The person who smokes Pall Malls keeps birds.
7. The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhills.
8. The man living in the house right in the center drinks milk.
9. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats.
10. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the one who smokes Dunhills.
12. The owner who smokes Bluemasters drinks beer.
13. The German smokes Princes.
14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbor who drinks water.

Yes, this is solvable with the information provided; I banged out the answer in about ten minutes.

Also, I hate puzzles.

Zen Parable

One day, walking through the wilderness, a man stumbled upon a sleeping tiger. As he tried to sneak past, the tiger awoke, and began to chase the man. The man took flight, running as fast as he could until finding himself at the edge of a high cliff. Desperate to save himself, the man climbed down a vine and dangled over the jagged precipice. As he hung there, two mice, one white and one black, appeared from a hole in the cliff and began gnawing on the vine. Suddenly, the man noticed on the vine a plump wild strawberry. He plucked it and popped it in his mouth. It was incredibly delicious!

[A bit more housekeeping: all of the old haiku that lived in my sidebar. I’d given up on these even before switching to this new site, but would like to keep the record of them nonetheless.]

condensation formed
on my air conditioner
falls like summer rain

Te o uteba
kodama ni akuru
natsu no tsuki
– Basho

[I clap my hands
dawning in the echo
the summer moon]

“Mayonaka ya
Furikawari taru
Ama-no-gawa”
– Ransetsu

[“The dead of night.
Behold the Milky Way
Its situation is entirely changed.”]

“A lightning flash:
between the forest trees
I have seen water.”
– Masaoka Shiki

as spring flowers bloom
a time in my own life too
for new beginnings

early morning flight
en route to Park City for
Sundance yet again

not Jewish new year
but still a needed time for
cheshbon hanefesh

the first cold shower
even the monkey seems to want
a little coat of straw
– Basho

trees release fall leaves
then through quiet months rebuild
to spring beginnings

working round the clock
principal photography
creeps up day by day

still barely springtime
yet sun beats hard as summer
on midtown lunch crowds

three years of haiku
have I started to run out
of topic ideas?

a b c d e
f g h i j k l
m n o p q

done with jet-setting
now en route to JFK
glad to come back home

the blog lies fallow
victim of cyan’s success
and my lack of time

so much work to do
yet too sick with winter flu
to be productive

one step into the
water, then one step more; soon
we’re over our heads

last autumn leaves fall
onto new york winter streets
as cold rain drizzles

how i love you Jess
totally adorable
yet totally nuts

jessica tells me
it’s time to change the haiku;
my last was ‘whiny’

jessica tells me
it’s time to change the haiku;
my last was ‘whiny’

like an idiot
re-sprained my ankle again;
it’s back to crutches

now a married man
my life goes on pretty much
the same as before

at just past midnight
i awake as, in her sleep
Jess punches me, hard.

twenty nine years and
still no fucking clue about
what’s going on here

hot as a sauna
muggy summer air descends
on Manhattan streets

with jess out of town
I revert to single life;
will my liver hold?

memorial day
new york’s pasty thighs first see
the cruel light of day

note to self: next time,
please, don’t even think about
opening a gym

brutal hangover
from drinks at Bungalow 8
much too old for this

passover begins
as do intense cravings for
all carbohydrates

burning the candle
at both ends, I can barely
keep my eyes open

fundraising again
why did I sign up to be
an entrepreneur?

on a plane again
feeling thankful I’m not a
traveling salesman

so much travel planned
by month’s end how will I still
recognize our bed?

back to the office;
after one day, how am I
already behind?

ball drops in Times Square
as on my nearby corner
new year swings to life

snow melts to puddle,
tracked by boot from city streets,
on the subway floor

first winter snowfall
whitens dirty New York streets;
I trudge towards home

five syllables here
next seven more on this line
then one final five

amtrak to new york
brown leaves still cling to fall trees
painting the window

still shopping for rings,
counting down to question pop,
surprisingly zen.

fundraising again
for Cyan; this is when I
wish for a trust fund

No time for blogging.
No time, in fact, for even
this haiku column.

Cool spring showers fall
washing clean the city streets
slowly, the sun sets

spring hyacinth buds
on my windowsill defy
dark storm clouds outside

first snowflakes falling
outside cool office windows,
gusts of winter air

Quiet apartment,
windows closed against fall air,
newly leafless streets.

late summer shower
gives way to gentle moonlight;
leaves begin to turn

On this Friday night
your ass damn better be at
Oh in Ohio

quiet June morning
winding paths through Central Park
dappled with sunlight

a Sunday morning
light streams in through my window
I dream, half awake

on my window ledge
small white seagull considers
the Hudson nearby

cloudy spring morning;
I lie half awake in bed,
stare out the window.

New striped boxer briefs
will tonight be field tested
in NYC bars

with so much to do
i sit and stare at my list
unsure where to start

after a few drinks
it seems I can no longer
count syllables

With younger brother
in town, my liver is sure
to greatly suffer

Spring begins to creep
back onto streets where winter
never took full root

Twenty-three inches
unceremoniously
dumped onto our streets.

Holy fucking shit
big things brewing with Cyan;
this all just might work.

Fundraising again,
constant toll of startup life.
Buddy, spare a dime?

New York’s winter air
swirls unseasonably warm
in through my window.

Back in NYC,
catching up on piles of work,
back to blogging soon.

Rolling green duffle
packed full to seams near bursting
for trip to Sundance

Ode to MLK:
the civil rights stuff was good
but the day off rocks.

Do you mind if I,
instead of going to work,
just go back to bed?

Sitting at my desk,
buried under piles of work
like winter snowdrifts.

Really, is there a
better appetizer than
pigs in a blanket?

A brand new side-blog
wherein I self-aggrandize
in perfect haiku