My wife adores old musicals.
I’m more or a Hamilton and Les Mis kind of guy.
So when she begged me to watch a sequence in Hello, Dolly! that she claimed made her extremely happy, I was a bit hesitant.
“Come on, it’s the opening song in Wall-E,” she said with a little pouty face.
“Fine, press play.”
I say this with all earnestness, I have not been able to get the song out of my head since.
I’m singing it around the house.
I’m blasting it on the way to the grocery store.
I’m whistling it under my…
If I had to pick any time to be alive, I’d pick the late 19th century.
I mean, those guys were inventing things left and right: electricity, indoor plumbing, the Eiffel Tower. Even the thought of man flying — flying! — was no longer inconceivable.
Nowadays we're talking about digital money and TikToks.
Where did all the good ideas go?
Even now, as I sit and type in front of a glorious contraption that used to be the size of an entire room, they’ve already figured out how to put one in your pocket.
What’s the next big idea?
When I was 22, starting out at my first real grown-up job, I was asked, “Where do you see yourself in the next 5 years?”
I sat there in my grown-up office clothes and paused, “That’s a long way away,” I responded.
5 years to a 22-year-old is a long time. With hardly any grown-up experience to extrapolate, it’s like asking a toddler to draw a perfect circle. They’ll draw something that resembles a circle, but it’s just not quite right.
However, there comes a point when the fog lifts and time stretches out a bit further. Before you know…
There’s a very clear reason why I stopped working out.
I’m a stay-at-home dad. I spent my day picking snack crumbs out of couch cushions and answering an unrelenting stream of questions (The moon is too far away… No you can’t jump down the steps… Mom and I were wrestling…)
In our old apartment, I had a separate space to work out. When my wife returned home from work, I’d change into my workout clothes and escape to my own, quiet space.
That was the reward, the escaping. Getting ripped was just a nice side effect.
After we bought our…
The world moves so fast that it’s easy to forget that only two weeks ago, the internet took down a hedge fund with Gamestop stocks.
This anomaly gave some millennials their first true financial win. Some were paying off student loans. Others were able to save up emergency funds.
Then there was Hunter Kahn, who used some of his $30K to buy video games for a local children’s hospital. Here’s what he said:
“As a beneficiary of the recent events on Wall Street I think it is important that myself and others pay forward our good fortune. …
I saw a tweet the other day that went something like this:
“You are responsible for your happiness, health, and wealth.”
On the outside, this tweet makes sense. We are, after all, the final arbitrators of how we think, what we eat, and how we spend our money.
After reading Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning — the autobiographical tale of his survival in German concentration camps — I was even more reminded of man’s ability to choose his attitude no matter the circumstance.
But this tweet…
This tweet didn’t sit right. Maybe it was the over-generalization of it. Maybe…
My son finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone this week.
I should mention he’s only 5 and a half.
Yes, I’m suppressing the gleeful pride of a father but at the same time, I know it’s nothing special.
When I look back at my son’s reading journey, it was relatively straightforward.
Exposure and confidence. That’s all it took.
At an early age, 4 I believe, I started showing him flashcards of simple words — the, a, he, me, you know the drill. …
Hope is a fire, not a light bulb. You can’t flip hope on and off. There is no circuit board, no fuse box. There are no shortcuts, hacks, or workarounds.
Hope — like fire — requires heat, fuel, and oxygen.
The heat required for fire does not emerge passively. You rub two sticks together. You light a match. You bang flint. Likewise, two neurons can combine to form this thought: “Maybe life can change.”
Fuel feeds the heat. Without fuel, the heat cannot be sustained, regardless of the number of matches you light. Hope fuel comes from what you read…
Parasocial relationships — or one-way relationships — are nothing new. In their heyday, The Beatles were adored by raving young fans who felt as if they were singing only to them.
Paul gets me, the young fans would think to themselves.
Today, in the age of the internet, these parasocial relationships have proliferated. It’s not enough to be a fan anymore; either you’re a “Simp” or a “Stan” or you’re not part of the club.
Even simple attachments to internet personalities — journalists, YouTubers, politicians — jade our judgment. …
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