This is a manifesto that can literally help you take over the world. Instead of writing for the general public, I spent about 35 hours writing these pages for a small minority of people interested in living life on their own terms. It’s a lonely road for those of us who choose to be remarkable. If the idea of an unremarkably average life sounds like a slow death by asphyxiation to you, you’re on to something. I love my iPod as much as the next commuter, so began what I'd call "radical living." But of all the things that I gave up for "radical living," I found it fitting that the one thing I wanted most was that which couldn't be bought. When a trio of laughing males drunkenly stumbled past my van, probably hoisting one another up like injured comrades after battle, I thought of my friends back home. On winter nights, when the windows were coated with a frosty glaze, I'd wish for a woman to share the warmth of my sleeping bag. I refused to join those ranks. I became a deserter, an eccentric, an outsider. At Duke, I felt like an ascetic in the midst of wealth, a heretic in the Church of the Consumer. I had to hide. I was probably the only 10-year old reading Cantonese in 30 Easy Lessons and books by Nietzsche and all kinds of random topics. You can follow my world journeys, as well as the crusade on convention, via your favorite RSS reader or by email subscription.