Thoughts from Inside The Box

I started this blog as a fresh-faced, idealistic 22-year-old.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know It’s been a minute two and a half years.

I spent the better part of six years with a very narrow idea of “home”.

Hello!

A quick recap: I’m quitting my job and moving out of the truck/state of California.

I’ve always said that I’ll keep living in the truck as long as it keeps making sense in the larger context of my life.

Being back in the truck wouldn’t really be complete without some semi-inexplicable phenomenon causing me troubles (cough cough).

To be honest, it’s been kinda weird trying to maintain a blog about living in a truck when I haven’t, you know, been living in a truck.

I can be a completely insufferable person to be around.

It seems like just yesterday I was switching subsidiary companies at my resident multinational conglomerate, trading in my gig in enterprise business software for something more acutely interesting to me: surgical robotics.

An Obnoxiously Long-Winded Intro I’m a firm believer that human consciousness is a huge cosmic accident.

A Cry for Help Several eons ago, when quarantine started, a younger and slightly more naive Brandon entered quarantine with a bike, a yoga mat, and a well-intentioned (but ultimately wrong) hope that this wouldn’t last more than a few weeks.

Truck Tenets is a series I’ve been wanting to do for a while.

For most folks, the past few months have likely looked a lot different than usual.

Note: I stole the title from an email I received, thanks Kevin!

Continuing my new trend of discussing Californian curiosities, let’s talk about water.

Truckquake is the poor portmanteau (poortmanteau?)

Oh Christmastime, what can I say about you that hasn’t already been said?

I want to travel more.

This is a story about my poor life choices and where they sometimes take me.

I can’t remember where on The Internet™ I originally saw it, but at some point in the past few months I came across an article about a woman selling her preposterously picturesque home in Canada for the low, low price of $19 and an essay of (at most) 350…

Recently, a reader of this blog tracked me down on Facebook and asked me a very interesting question.

ho·me·o·sta·sis (/ˌhōmēəˈstāsəs/) - the tendency toward a relatively stable equilibrium between interdependent elements, especially as maintained by physiological processes.

I’m completely going to ignore the fact it’s been four month since I wrote last.

My life may or may not consist of a series of questionable (and sometimes poorly thought out) choices that are ever so slightly outside my comfort zone.

Here we are, item numero dos in our three-part mini-series about my recent (and highly suspect) purchases.

I’m generally not against spending money.

The future scares me.

This may not be my first post of 2018 (or even my second, for that matter), but hey, better late than never.

Obligatory warning: This post is about some of the inner technical workings of the site.

‘Tis the season for belated blog posts!

While it’s not an outright lie to say I have a car, it’s probably a bit disingenuous.

I’m all about consistency, particularly when it comes to my daily routine.

Don’t worry, I didn’t get rid of the truck.

In the winter, I get questions about how I deal with the cold.

I knew embarrassingly little about The Box™ when I bought it.

If this is your first time visiting the blog (or you use an RSS reader), this post won’t really make a ton of sense.

Once upon a time there was an ugly truck.

I’d previously mentioned that I had an upcoming work trip to Zürich, and in keeping with my usual blogging tardiness, that trip was two months ago.

Each financial post I do brings at least a few questions about my plan or different investment strategies.

I don’t think it rained once when I interned in the Bay in 2014.

New Year, New Me Same Truck-Dwelling Degenerate Excuse the contrarianism for a second here, but I’m not a fan of New Year’s Resolutions.

Happy Holidays!

I’ve had a few opportunities to learn that I definitely shouldn’t read comments about me (or anything really) on the Internet, but sometimes morbid curiosity gets the better of me.

I feel like it’s been a while since I started a new series of posts.

As of me typing these words, my little truck experiment has been going on for over a year and four months.

It’s that time again, when I realize that I’ve been neglecting people’s questions for too long and they’ve reached a critical mass.

I’ve gotten into this wonderful rhythm of publishing posts that are tragically untimely.

Staying true to my well-documented inability to write timely posts, here’s a post that I probably should have finished three months ago.

Before I say anything else, let me be clear: this isn’t me making up some spooky story, this actually happened to me this morning, Monday August 1st, at 6 am.