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Read the travel blog for lutz 
My foot massaging secretary
In the last couple years I have acquired a pretty serious addiction to Thai massage. After putting in a full day on a keyboard, it's a true luxury to go in for an hour or two and have some lady dig their fingers into my back in search of knots. Not only have I grown to love feeling like rubber when I walk out the door, but it seems to be pretty good for stress levels as well. I have also come to the realization that foot massages do indeed go very well with my work. I found a small massage place that is in range of an open network and I have been known to open the laptop and work while getting my feet rubbed. I really have no idea how I could ever pull that arrangement off back in New York, and certainly not at $5 an hour. I don't even thing the CTO of Google has it like that. Aaah, yes.. It sure is nice when telecommuting allows you to carve out your own reality.
When I was living back home, I worked a day job to pay the bills and nights I worked on my own start-up companies in an attempt to actually get ahead. For years I was caught up in this workaholic routine, trying to get ahead, make my way up the latter. The real problem, that for most of us our day job consumes so much of our time that we can really only ever amount to paying our bills, and saving a little. Unless you are clever enough to figure away to break free of this, your stuck. I guess that in reality, I am just not clever enough. I worked my ass off, pounding the pavement, networking, reaching out to those that I thought may have interest in my ideas, and constantly trying to keep an open mind to recognize accessible markets where I may be able to squeeze a buck from. I did well, but, not well enough to beat the fortune 500 companies that are looking to kill small entrepreneurs by replicating there ideas overnight, and backing it with huge marketing budgets. When I look back on it, I have no regrets. Well, that's a lie. I do have one regret, the fact that I had to work a 50 hour week just to pay my bills. With an extra 200 available hours per month, maybe I could have gotten a foothold in one of those markets that I missed out on. In life, there is no replacement for time. It is the most precious thing known, and that is one of the biggest rewards to living out here. I get to spend more of my time, as I want to. I can live well on a thousand USD a month, which I can make in far less than a month. That opens up lots of precious time for me to spend on life, and the things I want to do with it.
