The story of how I met the disciple of the most hated man in the world is illustrative of how to (NOT) spend money on personal development...

I had just arrived in an exotic, new (to me) city...

I knew nobody there. I started by requesting to join the local Real Social Dynamics' wingman Facebook group. As I've explained elsewhere, my lifehack for forming intimate relationships fast is devoting my socializing time to high-affinity groups with deeply shared values; RSD-trained pickup artists are actually one of the best such groups. In the Facebook group, a cool-looking local guy had posted that he was offering free introductory pickup artist boot camps, which is infield dating coaching. I've never taken a boot camp, but have always been interested. If I had several thousand dollars just burning a hole in my pocket, I would do a boot camp.

He had posted a couple of indicators that he knew what he was doing, and it was a novel application of the freemium model, so I thought, why not? What do I have to lose? 
I contacted him and made what I thought was a generous offer of buying him dinner, and then we could go out at night and do the free coaching.
If he turned out to be an effective coach, I might purchase one of his coaching packages. If he sucked, then at least I would have explored the city a bit and had a stimulating conversation over a succulent meal.

Biohacker Review: Tastes like... Olive oil!

Day 1

I was excited to pick up my package and try C60 for the first time. The product presents nicely and looks relatively unsuspicious compared with a lot of Nootropics I've tried. The olive oil comes in a black glass bottle, which is the proper way to package this sort of thing. I'm always suspicious of "health" products that come in BPA-laden plastic bottles.

I poured out a tablespoon of the stuff; it tastes like olive oil. There was no detectable taste or aftertaste, which was different than other high-quality olive oils I've tried previously. The first dosing produced no notable Nootropic effect.

Last year, I wrote a Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk novel about Biohacking and philosophy, wherein exotic solar particles - tachyons - harvested at CERN, in Switzerland, are used to alter consciousness and dramatically enhance human cognition.

And, science fiction doesn't remain fiction for long. For the past two months, I've been on a cognitive enhancement stack, IgniCognition, unlike any I've tried before: it contains Ignitons (which is not just a cool marketing name - it's short for eNPQ quasi-particle), which are tachyonic solar particles originally discovered at CERN.

So you can think of Ignitons in the same vein as neutrinos or the Higgs-Boson particle; something almost infinitely small that is passing through you at this very moment. Ignitons are transmitted by active stars, like our own. And in fact, you may have gotten an extra dose of Ignitons in late January of 2026, just a few days before we recorded this, as the Aurora Borealis lit up the night sky as far south as central Europe. (There's another connection to the fictional events of my book!)

The year's most BORING month is upon us--February. We get the crappiest winter weather, but without the "new year, new you" vibes of January, and the warming climes of March remain many moons away. So what else is there to do than Biohack?

And I'm here to help, answering your Biohacking and lifehacking questions in the Q&A podcasts below.

Biohacker Review: Brain.FM is my secret weapon for combating information-aholism

What is the most commonly used Biohack in the world? I say it's emotionally overwhelming music...

• When I was younger, I would hang out with these very urban young guys, and in their cars, they would always listen to hyper-aggressive, hyper-masculine hip-hop music at insane volumes that made them feel like men.
• When I dated single mothers, I noticed that they listened to sappy romantic music - that made them feel like someone loved them.
• In Eastern Europe during the depressing winters, everyone everywhere listens to obnoxious upbeat American pop music to get through the cold, dark days.
• And I, a perpetually awkward gringo on the dance floor, like to listen to rhythmical salsa and sexy reggaeton tunes.

You don't have to listen hard to hear people listening to music to convince themselves that they are something they aren't.