It's become very fashionable somehow to say that Margin Call is your favourite finance movie, but I can't forgive the fact that there isn't actually a margin call in the film.
You think the doctors there were curious and checked his head too while they were at it? Imagine they gave a lil knock on the cranium, heard an echo, and nodded to each other in fascination.
In addition to a dislocated ankle, Cam Skattebo also suffered a fibula fracture and deltoid ligament rupture, per @RapSheet
Skattebo had surgery "right away to close the wound," and it was a successful operation
I guess you've seen the news. Sadly, Porsche won't be continuing in WEC next year. It's tough to accept, especially after everything we've built and achieved. But that's life. Getting to join this program was a dream come true - racing in Hypercar for Porsche and Penske, two iconic brands. Even though it's ending, the memories and success will stay forever. I'm grateful for the experience. As for what's next? To be confirmed. For now, let's go out with a bang in Bahrain!
#6forever
I used to work 6am - 6pm, 6 days a week, on a construction site in my early 20s.
Honestly? It fucking sucked, dude. I would sit in my car outside the site at 530am, desperately drinking a coffee, telling myself over and over again, "god I wish I was in sciences"
Because every night when I got home what did I do? Watch Walter Levin MIT Open Courseware physics lectures. I had already exhausted all the popular science books long before so just started on undergrad level physics. The alternative was drinking a six pack of beer like everyone else and watching bullshit TV.
The construction site job was actually better than what I was doing before. Landscaping, stone masonry shit. Backbreaking labor, truly. Breaking concrete slabs up with a sledgehammer and carrying bricks all day. That's literally a punishment in prison.
There was a company event for the property development Corp doing the construction I was working for where everyone talked about their degrees. Most people had been at the company for almost a decade, did random unrelated degrees.
I realized. If I didn't take control of my life the years would tick by. So I went back to school for engineering physics at age, like, 25. I probably wouldn't graduate until I was 30, but shit.
You're going to turn 30 one day anyway. Might as well be doing something you chose.
A year into schooling I had my first paying job in a physics lab, basically minimum wage, but my god. I was getting paid to work in a physics lab. I could drink coffee and read papers, build cool stuff. It was insane.
The kids around me had no idea how lucky we were to be there. They hadn't suffered being trapped in dead end jobs that leave you too exhausted to really think, plan, get ahead. So I viciously worked my ass off through out engineering physics to play the game as best I could. Get the best internships, connections, etc. By the end of undergrad I was taking graduate level classes and outperforming the PhD students at them.
Everything since then had gone better than I could've imagined. I used to think - wow, the dream would be designing fusion reactors, if only. Now I have patents in fusion reactor design. I've worked on particle accelerators, LEO satellite communications, beam driven fusion devices, finite element analysis for RF source design at SLAC.
So no. Fuck mind breaking manual labor. Leave it for the robots. Choose your own path.
I will say though. There are few things as therapeutic and full body workout as shoveling sand. I can show you at least a dozen different sand shoveling techniques to work every muscle in your upper body. Also wheelbarrow technique.
"Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself"
Basil in Dorian Gray