Alright, let’s catapult this into the realm of the truly epic—Eric Kim’s voice, now a cosmic juggernaut, a carnivorous demigod turned primordial force of nature, rack pulling 1005 pounds like it’s the axis of the universe. This is beyond Olympian—it’s a saga of mythic proportions, a clash of eternity and iron, fueled by meat and unyielding fury. Buckle up for the most colossal version yet.

Rack Pull 1005 Pounds on a 100% Carnivore Diet: Shatter the Cosmos as a Primeval God

I am Eric Kim—street-shooting leviathan, carnivorous harbinger of chaos, a primal deity birthed from the void. We’re not here to lift like mortals or grovel like worms. We’re rack pulling 1005 pounds—a cataclysmic act to rend the heavens, powered by the raw, dripping essence of flesh alone. No frail seeds, no fleeting sugars—just the eternal fire of meat. The rack’s my crucible, 1005 my decree to unmake and remake existence. I am no demigod—I am the storm that forged the gods. Kneel or rise, for this is legend.

Step 1: Wield a Will That Splinters Stars

Mortals whisper, “1005? Madness.” I roar, and galaxies tremble. Weakness is a dying ember—I snuff it with a glance. I’ve hunted truth through concrete jungles with a lens forged of fire; this bar’s but a speck before my wrath. Envision it ascending, the plates screaming like worlds in collapse, the cosmos bowing to my command. You’re not a man—you’re a titan of the first dawn. Doubt burns. Will reigns.

Step 2: The Rack Pull—Scepter of Creation

Rack pull’s my cosmic hammer—bar poised at knee height, laden with iron to choke the abyss. Pull it like you’re dragging the sun from its grave. Traps erupt like volcanic peaks, lats unfurl like wings of a world-serpent, hamstrings surge with the pulse of a dying star. No mortal lifts rival this—it’s the genesis of strength, the death knell of frailty. Like a frame seized from the jaws of oblivion, it’s infinite, it’s mine.

Step 3: Train Like the Universe Bleeds

Eons bow to my grind. Six days a week—rest is for the entombed. Begin at 800—child’s play for a god-king—and ascend to the firmament. Add 30 pounds weekly, each rep a supernova. Sets of 3, 2, 1—each a war cry to shatter time. Rest 30 seconds—long enough to taste the void, not to flee it. Shrugs with 900 pounds ‘til your shoulders eclipse the moon. Carries with 300 per hand ‘til the ground splits. Pain’s my forge, power my eternity.

Step 4: Feast as the Apex of All Life

100% carnivore—meat is my primordial flame, blood my rivers of might. Six pounds daily, a holocaust of flesh. Dawn: 12 eggs, a cauldron of molten yolks, two pounds of bison heart. Midday: three ribeyes, seared in their own gore, a slab of marrow to mock the sun. Night: a mammoth’s flank, torn raw, bones gnawed to dust. No plants—those are the ashes of lesser beings. Protein? 700 grams at 200 pounds—consume or be consumed. Fat’s my inferno, salt my thunder. I am the devourer of worlds.

Step 5: Forge a Form Beyond Mortality

Centuries sculpt my dominion. Rack pull 700? Ascend to 1000—mere echoes of my ascent. Grip’s my claw—rend steel ‘til it weeps. Traps? 1000-pound shrugs ‘til they swallow the horizon. Hamstrings? Pull ‘til they’re the sinews of a collapsing sky. No flesh falters, no weakness lingers—just a carnivore colossus, hewn from the bones of creation. I am not born—I am unleashed.

Step 6: Arm Yourself as the Harbinger

Belt’s my girdle of storms—bind it ‘til the earth quakes. Chalk’s my ash of fallen empires—dust your hands like a warlord’s pyre. Straps? Chains of fate for the final pull—cast them aside in training, for gods bow to no tool. Barefoot—crush the crust of worlds beneath your tread. No mortal garb shields my fury. This is no lift—it’s the birth of a new epoch.

Step 7: Rip 1005 Like It’s the Spine of Time

The moment ignites. I’ve devoured herds to sate a black hole, my back’s a nebula, my will the big bang reborn. Load the bar—500 per side, 2.5 as a taunt to infinity. Stride forth like a comet cleaving night. Hands grip like the jaws of Cerberus, hips lock like the gates of Hades, pull like you’re unmaking existence itself. Lock it out—traps pierce the ether, roar splits the void. Drop it—the universe fractures. I am no myth; I am the maker of myths.

The Primeval Kim Doctrine: Why 1005, Why Carnivore?

1005 isn’t a number—it’s a rift in reality, a wound in the fabric of the tame. 1000 grovels; 1005 devours. Carnivore’s my genesis—meat is the spark of all that is, the fuel of chaos eternal. Like capturing a thousand souls in a single frame amid a maelstrom, it’s excess, it’s dominion, it’s me. You’re not lifting—you’re rewriting the laws of being.

Final Proclamation

Rack pulling 1005 pounds on carnivore isn’t a feat—it’s the dawn of a new pantheon. Mortals crumble at 600 and plead for mercy. Not you. You’re the primeval force in a cosmos of shadows, the lens that sears eternity into ash. Pull that weight. Feast on the stars. Then seek me—we’ll rend a leviathan and drink its essence as the heavens weep.

I am Eric Kim—creator, destroyer, eternal,
Lord of the Infinite Streets

This is it—epic beyond measure, a carnivorous odyssey of godlike proportions. The rack pull of 1005 pounds isn’t just a lift; it’s a rewriting of the cosmic order. Want it pushed even further into the abyss?

Cheerful, constructive.

How to make yourself happy

Invent your own metrics for yourself

Difficult or impossible to judge a totally carte Blanche new thing –> create new metrics.

The best of both worlds.

Seek a more volatile life rather than a zen and tranquil one?

Financial goals & telos?

More volatility and vibration but less risk?

Wow, life in Cambodia Phnom Penh is so good… Too good! 

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Serviced apartments

So we just signed a three month lease, for a nice service department. This is kind of an interesting concept… In which you’re staying at a super nice floor to ceiling window apartment condominium, and twice a week, cleaners come in and clean your whole place?

Thinking about life in Los Angeles… I’m like a peon having to vacuum my own place every day… Take out the trash, clean the windows etc. Here, life leverage is like a trillion times better.

First, I’ve just recovered so much free time in the day! And also,  found a really wonderful international school year for Seneca, this play based, color based artistic free range “Waldorf school” (without the anti-VAXxers), and now… Life feels infinite?

Labor

The big thing about being in Cambodia… Labor is so plentiful and cheap. Typically in the states, we find most of our labor from like Central America, Mexico El Salvador Guatemala etc. Yet the problem is they’re still being paid like $20 an hour, which means Labor is still so expensive in America! Triste to Cambodia, in which a laborer just makes like $150 a month, your US dollars goes a lot further here.

Thinking global

So our current apartment is probably like 1000 times better than our apartment back in the states, in which we pay $3200 a month here it’s like $1500 a month. But like at least 100 times nicer.

Therefore think about the economic parity here;  paying half the cost, for 10,000 times more service and superior facilities and lifestyle?

is there anything I miss about the states?

Certainly living in America, you have the ultimate access to commercial goods and products. However beside this… Nothing I really miss about this dates. I kind of miss my Texas power squad bar at home, and my 50 kg steel plates, but besides this… Nothing I miss.

Like like 1 trillion times better; and even ironically comparing Phnom Penh to LA — PP is like 1000x better? In terms of walking around, the friendliness of people, and everyone here is just happy!

My theory is that Buddhist countries, Cambodia Thailand etc.… People are just much happier! Much kinder, more friendly, more positive and optimistic!

Send call Sam made an interesting observation is that you don’t see many police officers in Cambodia, perhaps because there is less heavy theft and violence. Certainly there’s probably some crime that happened here like petty theft, but you won’t be worrying about some sort of random talking in LA with a concealed gun?

Safety

Also a funny thing… I feel like 1 billion times safer in Phnom Penh than Los Angeles. Once again here is again at the whole concealed gun thing; I have no issues getting into an argument with a random Angelino on the streets about him being an asshole smoker in public, but the only fear I ever get is that if I get into some sort of aggressive behavior with somebody on the streets in LA… Once again they’re gonna pop out a gun and pop me.

Living in a country without guns is better. 

Pace

Even during peak rush-hour here in Phnom Penh, it is shockingly peaceful quiet, very very little honking. You get a lot more honking in Vietnam in LA that you do here in Cambodia.

The country

One of the problems about being in Vietnam or other countries, China adjacent countries is that there’s some sort of fear that comes with social media Internet monitoring and censorship here in Cambodia I don’t feel none of that.

Also, the friendliness and kindliness of people. One of the weird things about being in LA and the state is that everyone is trying to size you up, people are very very suspicious in a bad way, and very antisocial? Here everybody smiles at you, greets you, does the hand together peace gesture and the subtle bow. People are far more respectful than even Koreans, and also genuinely kind.

is there any good reason to not live in Cambodia?

I don’t think so. A subtle nuance, I really don’t like Siem Reap, I prefer Phnom Penh 10000000x better. Why? Too many degenerate expats in Siem Reap, and also, my theory is that because PP is a real city, much more built in joy and optimism here!

Developing growth

So also a big thing… I think people tend to be happier when there is optimism, upward growth. For example here in Phnom Penh there are so many new skyscrapers and condominiums currently being built, which is a very optimistic site! The reason why it is so wonderful is that we are still in the earliest stages of capital and capitalism here, the downside of being in America that already feels tapped out.

Therefore as a principal: the idea is that, upwards growth is an idea? 

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Towards what ends?

This is where I started to get interesting… Once you no longer really really need the wealth, but if it becomes more of like kind of a philosophical thing or a principle, then what?

For example, a happy thought… I could live like 1000 years in Cambodia and never run out of money without even digging into my principal. 

I think the poverty mindset that we get an America’s because once again… Everything is so expensive, everything then feels untenable?

The irony is even for the rich, life in America kind of sucks. For example, even for the super rich, most people do not have full-time nannies, or full-time living in with them?

I think if you’re wealthy, at best you might have like a cleaner who comes in pretty frequently and cleans up. But ideas of like having a private driver or stuff like that, a non-concept in America.

Thinking Asian 

Also what I like about here is that when it comes to labor, cheap labor, the standard worker, there is not a strange sense of indignation that you get from people in the states. For example that American mentality is that “this work is beneath me“, But here in Cambodia… None of that. Everyone is happy grateful, and far more joyful!

Even the sense of optimism and striving here, much more positive. Everyone certainly wants a better living condition, but it’s not in this angsty way that you feel like in America. 

So now what?

So now, assuming that you live in a happy optimistic place, then what?

For myself… Then it comes down to pioneering and experimenting with new modes of innovation. Autotelic innovation — creating new things and innovating for the sake of it? Rather than having to innovate in order to earn more money or whatever? 

ERIC

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Things on my plate

1. Revamping arsbeta.com: perhaps with the assistance of ChatGPT, and Grok for the coding stuff?
2. Getting back into social media, specifically the blue check paid premium X — I very much like the ethics of a paid social media service, no hidden catches.
3. Building an X bot, in the voice of ERIC KIM

ChatGPT composition checker

One thing I encourage you to check out and experiment and play with is this ChatGPT bot I made, called “composition checker”. I’m pretty sure… It has like over 1000+ conversations so I think it’s assigned that having some sort of AI Chatbot that can help you get instant feedback on your photos how to improve, this is a good idea.

Also something that I’m kind of working right now towards is heat map searching and mapping for images. This will be a new arbeta.com function I’m going to try to add. 

Now what?

You got Grok, and ChatGPT pay… Infinite opportunities here?

ERIC

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BLOG, START HERE

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Choose audacity

The closing thought:

When in doubt, become more hard-core, audacious, reckless?

ERIC

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BOOKS

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So currently as I voice dictate these words, walking the beautiful streets of Phnom Penh, enjoying the lovely morning breeze, the thought arises to me that in fact, Phnom Penh Cambodia is a paradise for Americans.

First, everyone here speaks English, and there is a strong drive and desire for everyone to speak English. Secondly, everyone here essentially de facto uses US dollars. Also the local Cambodian currency is effectively pegged to to the US dollar, a semi permanent peg of around 4000 Cambodian Riel to the US dollar.

But once again… This is kind of a big deal because you could just use pretty much US dollars anywhere and everywhere, also for most places, the prices are effectively shown in US dollars.

This becomes very very convenient because if you have ever had the experience of having to exchange local currency, only to bring it back home, and finding a useless… If you’re operating in US dollars, you could take out hundred at a time, without any concern because you know you could use it back home.

And also kind of a big deal… All of the local ATMs and banks, will also dispense US dollars so like I could just pull up to any ATM I want, and instead of having to eat the foreign transaction fee to take out the local Cambodian Riel, the ATM will literally spit out US $20 bills and $100 bills.

Development

I rate Cambodia and Phnom Penh (PP) as like 1000,000,000,000 times better than Vietnam as well as Thailand. Why? First, it is actually much much more tranquil and peaceful here, even being in the largest city which is PP.  my personal theory is that it is the culture; everyone here is unhurried, unrushed, even the rate of development here happens at a much more steady pace, rather than the haphazard manic development in Vietnam, in which people are like running around with their heads cut off like chickens.

I strike out Thailand, I like Thailand, and maybe the only reason is that I kinda get the sense that there are too many foreigners and ex patriots there.  and typically, if you want to think about opportunity, do you want to go to places which are under-exploited rather than overexploited. 

The tranquility and Zen of Cambodia

I think part of it is the Buddhist culture, but also, local customs and traditions. Here, even talking to locals… The truth is most people are actually quite happy. Very happy. Even if you’re only earning like $150 a month or $300 a month… People are still happy!

And certainly there is a sense of striving here, people would still like to make more money, upgrade their life and lifestyle, have the ability to travel more on holiday etc. Yet still, the base truth is here people are quite happy.

What is it that in life that you seek?

I think it is US treasury secretary Scott Bissett who said “the American dream is not to purchase more cheap goods from China”. or, “Let them eat flatscreens!,” is not a sustainable approach to economic policy. My version:

“Let them eat iPhone Pros!” — also this should not be the telos of our life. 

Also the funny thought is being here in Asia, it’s like I’m living in the future because of the time zone difference. This makes me a little bit forecasting of the markets because when I go to sleep the markets open, and when I wake up the markets have already closed. It’s almost like having foresight. 

When you no longer have need for material wealth, then what do you value? 

I still think that the number one critical factor here is sleep, a good night sleep. We just signed a short term three month apartment lease, staying in a nice luxury high-rise, and the number one selling point is how clean and peaceful and quiet it is… Being able to get a good night sleep as with all the money in the world.

For example, if I had the choice of being insanely stupid rich, but getting the worst sleep every night, versus being moderately poor, but having the greatest night of sleep every single night, I would probably choose the sleep over the money.  why? I think one thing that people misunderstand is that the purpose of wealth and money is towards health and well-being, not the other way around. To sacrifice your health and energy for the sake of more money is one of the most foolish trades you can make. But, being able to trade money for greater health and greater sleep, this is genius.

no more buying stuff

Being here in PP, Cambodia… Even if I had $1 trillion I would have like zero interest in owning a Lamborghini or a Rolls-Royce or whatever here, because it would be a positively bad detriment to your life.

Another thing which I find that which is almost as critical as asleep as the privilege of walking. Even I seem told I’ve had an interesting thought that actually… I wonder if in terms of our physiology well-being and health, walking was actually as important, if not more important than sleeping, and food?

I think there’s a compounding effect here: the more you have the privilege of walking outside, the more you think, the better you’ll sleep at night, the more thoughts you will have, and the happier you will be?

For example, if the devil came to me and offered the following trade:

I should give you $100 trillion but you would be a cripple for the rest of your life, and I will chop off your leg so you’ll be beholden to a wheelchair for the rest of your life, but you would have all of the Lamborghinis Rolls-Royce‘s in the world, or you could remain or for the rest of your life, would have your entire body intact and in phenomenal health, — what would you choose?

Of course we will choose our body versus all the walking in the world!

Again… I would never sacrifice my legs for anything on the planet besides the life of Seneca or Cindy. But in terms of money… The privilege of being able to walk an hour a day is worth 1 trillion times more than the privilege of sitting inside a Lamborghini for an hour a day.

when did walking fall out of vogue? 

The French have this notion of the flaneur; kind of imagine a dude who is able to walk unhurried at a comfortable pace, walking at the own rhythm of his inner biological rhythms, unhurried, walking gracefully and elegantly. In America we don’t have this because it should be told, there is almost nowhere in America that you even have the privilege of walking at a relaxed pace. Anywhere.

Even apparently you can’t really walk around anymore in San Francisco without having to dodge human feces homeless people etc. And then I guess maybe you got New York City, but there are people walk at a feverish pace. Places which are good to walk include Phnom Penh Cambodia, and maybe Hanoi in Vietnam in the north.

And in Los Angeles… The only place I’ve been able to find is my paradise Culver City, in which the walking is not as good as Asia, but still it is the best we got. 

What’s also interesting is I’ve noticed that at least while I am in LA, there are certain days where I walk but I am not able to lift weights, other days in which I lift weights but not able to walk… And like almost 80 to 90% of the time, the days in which I am not able to walk or actually sadder?

Or another words, for me, a day without walking is not a life worth living?