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Author: Theodore Lee
Theodore Lee is the editor of Caveman Circus. He strives for self-improvement in all areas of his life, except his candy consumption, where he remains a champion gummy worm enthusiast. When not writing about mindfulness or living in integrity, you can find him hiding giant bags of sour patch kids under the bed.
5 People Who Revived a Dead-bedroom Reveal How They Did It
1. My wife and I went over a year without. It was rough. Neither one of us were communicating what we needed, and ended up resenting the other. The key factor here was communication. Once we opened up and acknowledged what the other needed, things have been much better all around. It’s not easy to fix, but like most problems, talking to the other person is the only way.
How Hard Is It to Own a Gun in Japan?
If you’ve ever wondered what it actually takes to own a gun in Japan, the short answer is that it’s almost impossible for the average person. Gun ownership in Japan isn’t just rare—it’s culturally unusual, administratively exhausting, and tightly controlled at every stage. This isn’t a country where firearms enter the public imagination the way they do in nations like the United States. Most Japanese people will go their entire lives without seeing a civilian-owned gun, let alone touching one.
Confessions of a Super-Yacht Captain
I spent eleven years driving other people’s toys around the most expensive stretch of ocean you can imagine, and the thing I miss most now is… having my own bed every night.
I didn’t stumble into superyachts by accident. I grew up on boats. My idea of a normal weekend as a kid was scraping barnacles, getting sunburned, and figuring out currents. Eventually I went to a maritime academy, got my licenses, and started out in the “real” merchant world—cargo ships, industrial work, steel hulls, rusty decks, long watches. It was honest, ugly, exhausting work.
A Meditation on People Who Think Tight, Dark Spaces Are Recreational
There is a specific kind of person who looks at a narrow cave, a hole in the earth roughly the diameter of an expired can of Chef Boyardee, and thinks, Yes. I should put my body inside that. These are not reckless people, not in the traditional sense. They are not leaping off cliffs or outrunning bulls. They are doing something far stranger: attempting to fit their entire personhood into a space that appears incompatible with the dimensions of a human ribcage.
Linkage
The Guru Who Says He Can Get Your 11-Year-Old Into Harvard – Archive.ph
Feed Your Brain With These Fascinating Facts – Ned Hardy
A sleek, sturdy, and adjustable cellphone stand to keep your phone at a proper viewing angle on your desk – Amazon
Google says group behind E-ZPass, USPS text scam has been ‘shut down’ after suit – CNBC
Ever wonder what happens when you press play on your favorite song? We look at how artists get paid from streaming music – The Pudding
Resilient Kids Come From Parents Who Do These 8 Things – Fatherly
With freeway reveal, Waymo takes major step toward its grandest ambitions – SFGate
TikTok influencer ordered to pay US$1.75 million for destroying manager’s marriage – NY Post
A Few Photos To Remind You That Life Is Beautiful – Ned Hardy
Really awesome tool to help you stretch and stay nimble and mobile as you age – Amazon
The simple system I’m using to read 30+ books a year – James Clear
Lostprophets singer Ian Watkins died from stab wound to the neck, inquest told – The Guardian
Dodgers’ Ohtani unanimous winner of fourth MVP in five years – ESPN
9 Animals That Hold Grudges (and Will Come for Vengeance) – Linkiest
Ranked: The Brands That Lost the Most Value in 2025 – Visual Capitalist
The Dumping Grounds
15 People Facing Imminent Death Reveal Their Thoughts And Feelings As They Were About To Die
1. Disgustingly: that I didn’t care if those around me were killed just as long as I got out alive. The knowledge of that being my thought process at the time has haunted me my entire life.
What It’s Really Like to Live With Tourette’s
I was nineteen the first time something felt wrong. Not wrong like medical emergency wrong—more like a weird glitch in the system, something I couldn’t put my finger on. I’d be alone in my room and suddenly blurt out a word, usually something crude, like my brain had fired a spark I didn’t authorize. It wasn’t loud back then. It felt like something I could hide from the world, something that would go away if I ignored it.
It didn’t.
Why You Don’t Climb a Prison Fence
You think you’ve found a weakness in my fence line. Let me explain what you’re actually dealing with.
Our perimeter is two 14-foot fences topped with rolls of gleaming, triple-bladed razor wire—a design personally twisted and perfected by my razorwire specialist, Sergeant B. One roll on the top. Two flanking the sides. Eight rolls stacked down each fence line, forming a pyramid of steel blades from the ground all the way up.
Imagine the entire perimeter as the open jaws of a giant great white shark, each roll of wire a row of steel teeth.