I mentioned that my garage door was making a sound.
An American immediately said, "I got a guy."
He did not ask what the sound was. He did not ask what kind of door. He produced a guy on the basis of the word garage.
I asked who the guy was.
He said, "Just a guy."
He did not have a company name. He had a first name and a phone number in his phone saved as "Mike Garage."
That is the contact name. Mike Garage. As though Garage is his surname. As though there is a family.
I asked how he found this guy.
"My brother-in-law used him."
I asked if the brother-in-law was satisfied.
He thought about it. Then he said, "He's still standing."
The house is still standing. That is the entire review.
Inside I said: THEY DO NOT KEEP RECORDS. THEY KEEP LOYALTIES.
I called Mike Garage. He answered from inside a vehicle. There was wind. He said he could come Tuesday between eleven and four.
Between eleven and four. A window of five hours. In my country this would be a scandal. Here it is generous. He gave me a window at all. Some guys do not give you a window. Some guys say "Tuesday" and that is the whole appointment.
He came at 1:40.
He fixed it in twenty minutes. He charged me less than I expected and he did not take a card, only cash or an app I had never heard of.
Before leaving he looked at my water heater, which I had not mentioned, and said, "That's gonna go."
I asked when.
"Couple years."
I asked what I should do.
He said, "I'll give you a guy."
He gave me a guy. Mike Garage has a guy. The guy has a guy. There is a network beneath this country made entirely of men named after their function, and none of them advertise, and all of them are busy.
Inside I said: THERE IS A SECOND NATION HERE. IT HAS NO SIGNS. IT IS ENTERED ONLY BY INTRODUCTION.
I have been given four guys since.
I have a guy for trees.
I did not know I needed a guy for trees.
I have trees now, apparently. They are my responsibility. A man named Rick told me so and then left.
Thank you Ronaldo, for everything.
You’ve inspired billions, and will continue to inspire. Trillions even.
When I discovered you for the first time, it was in a conversation from 3rd grade. Someone asked me: Messi or Ronaldo?
I said confidently: Messi.
He asked me why, and I told him I thought Messi sounded like a cooler name.
Later on, as I actually developed an interest in football, the question came back.
And that time, I answered correctly.
As a player of the game, as a number 10, I appreciate Messi. But something about Ronaldo makes you want to follow him into the depths of Tartarus, and climb up the steep, treacherous steps to Heaven.
Ronaldo is truly, truly, truly, one of the greatest performers and warriors the world has ever seen.
I thank you, Ronaldo, tremendously.
You will always be the GOAT to me, my family, my children, my children’s children, and so on.
Infinitamente Obrigado.
A light show honoring Antoni Gaudí has just lit up Sagrada Família.
It felt like the tallest church in the world, for a moment, let its impossible beauty be seen by its creator.
O atacante norueguês Erling Haaland adquiriu a edição impressa de 1594 da Heimskringla, de Snorri Sturluson — a crônica mais importante da história dos reis vikings e da cristianização da Noruega por Santo Olavo II.
O exemplar, considerado o livro mais caro já vendido no país (cerca de US$ 134 mil), foi doado integralmente à biblioteca pública de Bryne, cidade natal do jogador, para exposição permanente ao público. Um gesto que une preservação do patrimônio histórico e reforço da memória cristã da Noruega.
@elonmusk
The greatest lesson one can learn from Elon Musk is quite simple really.
SpaceX provides proof: that private companies can do things even great governments cannot.
That "even I", can change the world.
This makes me insanely optimistic for civilization.
Mars 2029!
Beethoven could not hear the music he wrote.
At the age of 28, he realized he was no longer able to listen to a flute being played in the distance, and he spent the rest of his life composing the most enduring music in Western history in almost complete silence...
He had been a working musician since childhood. His ears were everything. In 1798, in the middle of a heated argument with a singer, he noticed for the first time that something was wrong. The sound was thinning at the edges. He could hear voices, but high frequencies were beginning to disappear. He told no one for years.
By 1802, the truth was no longer deniable. On his doctor's advice he moved to Heiligenstadt, a quiet village outside Vienna, hoping the country air would help. It did not. There, alone and surrounded by farmland, he wrote a letter to his two brothers that he never sent. It was found among his papers after his death.
We now call it the Heiligenstadt Testament, and it is one of the most devastating documents ever written by an artist about himself:
"You men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the cause of my seeming so... what a humiliation, when one stood beside me and heard a flute in the distance and I heard nothing, or someone heard the shepherd singing, and again I heard nothing."
He wrote, in the same letter, that he had thought of ending his life. And then he wrote the line that explains everything that followed:
"Only my art held me back. It seemed impossible to me to leave the world before I had produced everything I felt called upon to produce."
He went back to Vienna. He went on composing. Over the next two decades his hearing continued to fade. Friends began writing their words down in small notebooks instead of speaking them aloud, and waiting while he read. Modern scholars call these the conversation books. Around four hundred of them survive.
To compose, he developed his own methods. He bit one end of a wooden rod and pressed the other against the soundboard of his piano, letting the vibrations travel through his jaw to his inner ear. He had stumbled, through trial and error, onto the principle that modern science calls bone conduction.
The cause of his deafness has never been settled. What we do know is this: he realized he was losing his hearing at twenty-eight, and he could have stopped. He wrote the letter, he held the thought of dying in his hand, and then he put down the pen and went back to work.
Most of what he is remembered for was composed after that moment: The Fifth Symphony. The Seventh. The Ninth. The Missa Solemnis. The late quartets. All of it was made by a man who could no longer hear most of what he was writing.
There are people who give the world what they receive, and there are people who give the world what they were never able to receive. The most enduring beauty in human history has almost always come from the second kind...
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Walk through any European city built before 1900, then look at anything from after 1960, and ask yourself why we stopped building places people travel thousands of miles to see...
There is a reason some structures fill you with awe and others depress you. It is not a matter of taste. It is something more fundamental, something that operates on us whether we notice it or not.
And most people, it turns out, feel the same way about it. According to a Harris Poll conducted for the National Civic Art Society, more than seven in ten Americans — 72 percent — prefer traditional architecture for federal buildings over modernist alternatives.
Not many can articulate why. People just know that certain structures make them feel small in the best possible way, and others make them feel like they do not matter at all.
There are many reasons why things have turned out this way... one of the most compelling is probably rooted in how our ancestors approached building itself. They often worked with the assumption that what they created carried meaning and purpose that would extend beyond their own lifetimes.
Now we live in a society organized around the opposite principle — planned obsolescence, the deliberate engineering of things to fail and be replaced, because durability is the enemy of profit. We have applied this logic not just to our phones and our furniture but to our buildings and our cities. And we are living with the results.
We used to build train stations that looked like cathedrals. Now we have churches that look like conference centers...
As Roger Scruton once said: "Beauty is vanishing from our world because we live as though it did not matter."
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Did you know George Orwell warned that political language will be used to make lies feel true?
In Politics and the English Language, Orwell argues that vague and inflated language enables sloppy thinking.
He saw that once language is corrupted, reality becomes harder to defend.
If you can’t clearly name something, you can’t oppose it.
Modern discourse is full of euphemisms, slogans, and empty abstractions.
Orwell’s insight cuts deep: the decline of language is not a cultural accident but a political strategy, one that lowers the resolution of public thought so fewer people can perceive contradictions.
Because when words lose meaning, power gains freedom.
And a society that cannot speak plainly will eventually be unable to think clearly.
Important reminder as we read the great books...
"The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing.
These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."
— C.S. Lewis
"Human beings are born with different capacities. If they are free, they are not equal. And if they are equal, they are not free."
— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
Why did Tolkien call death a gift?
In The Silmarillion, he writes death is an exclusive gift given to mankind by God. All other creatures envy this gift, including the immortal elves:
Mankind alone, through death, is granted union with the divine.
Tolkien's point is that immortality in a fallen world is not a blessing, nor man's actual purpose. To live forever in a world marred by corruption, vice, and decay is to be trapped with no escape.
Death, then, is not a tragic ending, but a release — a return of creation to its creator. The humility of mortal man leads to a glory far greater than immortality.
In other words, man was made for something greater than earthly pleasure. Death is the preparation for eternity.
Today we tend to see this backwards. We treat death as the ultimate evil, and endless life as the ultimate good, no matter the cost. We try to preserve life indefinitely, and in doing so, lose sight of what life is actually for.
Tolkien's final insight is simple:
A man who refuses to die for anything will one day find he has nothing worth living for.
A world that fears death above all else will never reach the highest good, for life truly begins when you discover a love greater than life itself.