@brittanybussemd@bryan_johnson People are so shitty. I shouldn’t be surprised but the amount of dog piling on about eating meat and sitting in the sun is beyond ridiculous. Bryan is trying to bring awareness and pouring resources into a cure.
@stoolpresidente On the bright side we get to all go to work in air conditioned offices tomorrow and win our 61st consecutive Super Bowl. Europoors don’t even try to play football at least we field a soccer team. Man in the arena El Pres
Erling Haaland, Norway’s large, maniacal striker, has several exceedingly Norwegian traits. He sometimes exercises by chopping wood in the forest. He consumes 6,000 calories a day. After training sessions, he drinks raw milk. He owns a tax-sheltered investment company in Luxembourg named Pillage. He bought an edition of the “Heimskringla,” a 13th-century Old Norse saga, for $130,000—then donated it to his local library because, he explained, “I’ve never been much of a reader.” He has flowing blond hair, often compared to a Viking’s. He brings the intensity of a raiding party to the sport. Haaland scores goals at a higher rate than almost any soccer player ever. He has said, “I think of football all the time.” His wake-up alarm plays the theme song for the Champions League. He once posted a photo of himself on a plane, staring ahead intensely, with the caption “Just raw dogged a 7 hour flight no phone no sleep no water no food only map.” The Guardian once called him a “ravenous Nordic goal-yeti.”
Haaland’s style of play elicits not wonder but terror. He is enormous: six feet five, 200 pounds, about the size and speed of the N.F.L. wide receiver Randy Moss. “Watching him, I sometimes find myself giggling as I might over a big, obscene crash at a demolition derby,” Zach Helfand writes. Read more: https://t.co/iAtLMOvrv0
You simply couldn’t pay me to pretend that this isn’t absolutely awesome
There is no response to this. A spectacle for the ages that Roman gladiator duels could barely hold a candle to. All they can do is watch.
3,000 years from now some sensitive young man in the dusty corner of a college library is going to stumble across these long-banned images of the ancient mythic nation once known as America on a rusty USB stick and no one is going to believe him
The best way to describe the U.S. is as merely being an economic zone. No shared culture, identity, vision, etc… and it will never go back to being anything more than an economic zone. Tribal factions will struggle for government power and wield it against rival groups. Full on Balkanized anarchy
I always find myself mentally prefacing any critique of Elon (of which there are many) with this. His organizations undeniably extend the envelope of human achievement, and it pretty clearly has something to do with Elon himself because competitors don't seem able to replicate.
"Why you are here, that you should ask yourself: and if you have no ready answer, then set for yourself goals, high and noble goals, and perish in pursuit of them!
I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible."
— Nietzsche
for all you know, this could be your last summer.
as homer wrote, you will never be lovelier than you are right now. so tell her she has a pretty smile. get lean or become a unit. find wonder in boarding the airplane. drink more coffee than you need. walk on the beach until your feet hurt. write your girlfriend a note on a tuesday. waste money because its not all about retirement. pull over at the lookout. ask the uber driver about his life. tell the woman in the elevator you like her shoes and mean it. call your mother. ask the waiter his favorite thing on the menu and order that.
theres so much life in the slow moments, and you sprint past it chasing the next thing. but at any time, in any situation, you can find the good. smile. be happy. recognize it for a one of one life experience. what good is walking around a curmudgeon when tomorrow could be curtains.
for heavens sake, flirt with the world.
“Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”
― Viktor E. Frankl