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So incase you haven’t noticed, I showcase real people doing amazing things on my blog. So, Brad Pitt, Kanye West, Kim Kardashian, you can NOT be on my radio show.

- Angry
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TAG TEAM - Valentine’s Day Episode on Angry’s Radio

She:  

Tamara Shayne Kagel is a freelance screenwriter, satirist, and wit wielder living in Santa Monica, CA.   She is a regular contributor to the Huffington Post, a blogger for the Jewish Journal, and an award winning tv and feature screenwriter.  An Urban Gypsy, Hipster Hunter, and mischief Maker.

He:

The Angry Therapist is a licensed marriage family therapist, CrossFitter, and an emotional container builder living in Ktown, CA.  He is a regular contributor at various local Korean barbecues, a blogger for The Angry Therapist, and hosts an internet radio show out of his kitchen.  A story collector, donut eater, and on weds nights pantless.

Tune in for the live broadcast on Feb 8th, Weds at 7pm (PST).

Call in to ask your relationship / dating / love questions!

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I bargained with Life for a penny,
And Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store.

For Life is a just employer,
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.

I worked for a menial’s hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of life,
Life would have willing paid.

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— Unknown
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My reason for showcasing Gilly Anne Smith has less to do with her purchasing 30 Mind/Set books!  And more to do with her amazing story and inspirational blog.  She’s a CrossFit coach who runs a kids program in Texas (CrossFit Central), inspiring youth to live an active, happy, and healthy lifestyle.   And she practices transparency. Follow her here, you’ll be glad you did. gillymussmith.blogspot.com

My reason for showcasing Gilly Anne Smith has less to do with her purchasing 30 Mind/Set books!  And more to do with her amazing story and inspirational blog.  She’s a CrossFit coach who runs a kids program in Texas (CrossFit Central), inspiring youth to live an active, happy, and healthy lifestyle.  

And she practices transparency.

Follow her here, you’ll be glad you did.

gillymussmith.blogspot.com
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lifeinversion: Look at what arrived via carrier pigeon today - Angry’s box set (guitar not included). Thanks Angry!!

lifeinversion:

Look at what arrived via carrier pigeon today - Angry’s box set (guitar not included).

Thanks Angry!!
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My girlfriend told me this story on our way home from watching “The Artist”.  It was her response to me feeling weak, old, and uncertain.  During the down fall of the protagonist in the movie, I noticed my right grip was weak.  I kept squeezing the armrest.  I couldn’t squeeze as hard as I wanted to and it bothered me.  I usually have a very strong grip.  I used to be able to crack walnuts with this hand and I was proud of that.  I don’t know what happened.  It made me feel officially old.  I think it’s the same feeling women get the moment they first witness a laugh line that doesn’t disappear right after they laugh.  It’s a flashlight to the face, a dose of reality.  Then I thought at least the character in the movie was at the top of his game before feeling this way.  At 38, I feel like I’m just starting to climb that mountain, and I’m already seeing signs of deterioration.  I imagined myself sitting alone in my little booth next weekend trying to sell my books and thought I’m too old to be playing like this.      

My girlfriend said there are two types of people in this world, emerald and wheat. Emeralds are risk takers.  They take chances and these chances cause them to shine.  They provide beauty.  Wheat is wholesome.  They provide stability.  They give us strength and nourishment.  One is not better than the other.  We need both in this world.      

She said that I was an emerald and I shouldn’t fight to be wheat.  It’s not who I am and it’s not who I’m supposed to be.  The little kid that wanted to give people roller coaster rides on his skateboard instead of doing a paper route is providing beauty to this world.

I asked her if I could post this Emerald / Wheat story her grandfather told her when she was just a little girl.  She said of course.  I think she thought I wanted to post it to help other “emeralds” struggling with who they are.

But the reason I am posting this is to show people what a supportive partner looks like. This is a snap shot of someone making someone feel invincible.  Seek it in your relationships.  Make it a non-negotiable.  It is wheat. 

- Angry
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What’s the title of that song “Life” sang last week on your show? I really enjoyed it!

Why don’t you ask him.

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Prepared to fail

“We’re hoping to succeed; we’re okay with failure. We just don’t want to land in between.”

—David Chang

He’s serious. Lots of people say this, but few are willing to put themselves at risk, which destroys the likelihood of success and dramatically increases the chance of in between.

- Seth Godin
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Life is all about crazy new shit.
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— Seevun Kozar
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I’ve been a bit of a mad scientist lately.  Pumping out workbooks, setting up my first booth at a CrossFit event, trying to run a one man radio show from my kitchen, and using Google plus to do things like speed dating.  It’s 6:40am on a Saturday and I’m telling myself to slow down, to check myself.  I feel myself shrinking, wondering what people will think of me.  I feel like maybe they won’t take me seriously as a therapist anymore because well, I’m not acting like one according to society’s standards. I remember when I was about 9, my dad bought me my first skateboard.  It was a giant wide board, the kind you can sit a grown adult on and have enough room to push from behind.  Instead of just riding it, I turned my backyard into a “rollercoaster” and wanted to use the skateboard to give people rides.  I set up obstacles on the side of the house, soda cans to fall at just the right time.  I would charge people and make money this way instead of mowing lawns or having a paper route like my brother did.  No one came and my brother was the richest kid on the block. I’ve always had a crazy imagination.  Once I get an idea, I can’t sleep.  I become powerless.  It takes over me as if I am possessed.  I’ve always been like this.  Since I was a child.  Sometimes, it feels more like a curse than a blessing.  It’s what keeps me away from the the 9 to 5, from having insurance, security, and on many nights, sleep.  The kids with the paper routes now all have picket fences and matching BMWs, my brother being one of them.  I own a rowing machine.   As a therapist, I find myself wanting to give people rides again.  Everyday, I have ideas to create change in a new way.  And every time I have an idea, the inner struggle begins.  The child vs. the adult.  The dreamer vs. the realist.  Me vs. My brother. I wonder if people like Steve Jobs, Woody Allen, and Tim Burton ever had / have this type of conflict.  I wonder if they would have done all the things that they have if they decided to grow up. If you receive an email from me inviting you to be a guest on my show or participate in any one of my “rides”, just know that all that means is the Child won that day. - Angry

I’ve been a bit of a mad scientist lately.  Pumping out workbooks, setting up my first booth at a CrossFit event, trying to run a one man radio show from my kitchen, and using Google plus to do things like speed dating.  It’s 6:40am on a Saturday and I’m telling myself to slow down, to check myself.  I feel myself shrinking, wondering what people will think of me.  I feel like maybe they won’t take me seriously as a therapist anymore because well, I’m not acting like one according to society’s standards.

I remember when I was about 9, my dad bought me my first skateboard.  It was a giant wide board, the kind you can sit a grown adult on and have enough room to push from behind.  Instead of just riding it, I turned my backyard into a “rollercoaster” and wanted to use the skateboard to give people rides.  I set up obstacles on the side of the house, soda cans to fall at just the right time.  I would charge people and make money this way instead of mowing lawns or having a paper route like my brother did.  No one came and my brother was the richest kid on the block.

I’ve always had a crazy imagination.  Once I get an idea, I can’t sleep.  I become powerless.  It takes over me as if I am possessed.  I’ve always been like this.  Since I was a child.  Sometimes, it feels more like a curse than a blessing.  It’s what keeps me away from the the 9 to 5, from having insurance, security, and on many nights, sleep.  The kids with the paper routes now all have picket fences and matching BMWs, my brother being one of them.  I own a rowing machine.  

As a therapist, I find myself wanting to give people rides again.  Everyday, I have ideas to create change in a new way.  And every time I have an idea, the inner struggle begins.  The child vs. the adult.  The dreamer vs. the realist.  Me vs. My brother.

I wonder if people like Steve Jobs, Woody Allen, and Tim Burton ever had / have this type of conflict.  I wonder if they would have done all the things that they have if they decided to grow up.

If you receive an email from me inviting you to be a guest on my show or participate in any one of my “rides”, just know that all that means is the Child won that day.

- Angry