I get why kids aren’t racing to get their driver’s licenses anymore.
Cars are expensive. Insurance is absurd. Gas isn’t cheap. A trip through the Taco Bell drive-thru somehow requires a consultation with your financial advisor.
But young bucks, listen to the millennial:
You are massively overestimating how much money is required to have fun.
We were broke too.
We just had lower standards.
Millennials would pile six people into a 1994 Toyota Previa with a check engine light that had achieved permanent residency.
Someone knew a lake.
Someone’s older brother knew how to acquire questionable booze.
Someone had $11.
Download every fast food app on your phone. Become a scholar of the value menu. Split gas. Buy a football. Find a swimming hole. Go fishing with equipment your dad hasn’t touched since 2004. Build a fire where you’re legally allowed to build a fire.
Go to minor league baseball games. High school football games. Free concerts. County fairs. Hiking trails. Run a stupid 5K together. Get six friends and invent a competition so poorly organized someone nearly loses a shoe.
Stop waiting for entertainment to be sold to you.
That’s the trap.
You think “going out” means spending $80 at a restaurant, buying $17 cocktails and paying $40 to park because that’s what adults on Instagram do.
You’re 17.
Your advantage is that nobody expects you to have any money.
Get your license if you can. Get a shitty car. Find five good friends.
Then go.
The lake is still there.
The woods are still there.
The girls are still out there.
Taco Bell still occasionally makes serious accounting errors on its app.
Your youth is too valuable to spend complaining that fun got expensive.
Become cheaper.
Become more creative.
Go make some stories.
Just have one of you stay sober and drive the shitty van home.
Most Atlanta shit ever, I’m in American Deli. They mess up this lady order, they take her wings back and prepare to redo her order. Another dude walk in and say “Ill give you $5 for them wings” cashier says bet. Buddy in here eating in a matter of seconds.
Will Ferrell shares the advice his dad gave him when he decided to give acting a shot.
"I went to lunch with my dad and said I really want to give this a shot. He gave me the best showbiz advice I've ever received."
"He said, 'if it was based on talent, I wouldn't worry about you. You've got talent. But there's so much luck involved. Give it a shot, but don't get discouraged if you get down the road and think this is just too hard. You didn't fail. You tried. You're capable of pivoting and doing something else.'"
"It wasn't a rah-rah speech, but it took all the pressure off. I thought, well, I'm probably not going to make it anyway, so let's just have fun. And it allowed me to be loose."
Benefits of drinking:
-hilarious situational laughs that add years to your life
-being 7 beers deep in the Sun with your friends realizing you almost forgot the point of life is to have fun with people who make you happy
-3 bottles of wine with your wife then smashing all night without a condom (lasting 975% longer)
-heartwarming couples dinners hugging goodnight thinking ‘I’m so glad we did this’
-concerts with your girlfriend and friends making lifelong memories favorite songs slapping mythologically
-backyard party watching your girlfriend hit it off with your Aunt while your friends and Uncles plan a road trip to a Big 10 football game “Hanging By A Moment” by Lifehouse jamming in the background wanting to freeze time and live this day every day the rest of your life realizing ‘wow life is a miracle I’m so lucky to be alive’
Each of the 8 steel petals on that roof weighs 500 tons, roughly the weight of a loaded commercial aircraft, and the whole system opens in 8 minutes. The motors running all 8 petals combined produce less power than a Honda Civic engine. Two things inspired the design: the oculus, the circular skylight at the top of Rome's Pantheon built about 1,900 years ago, and how a camera lens opens and closes.
Then there's the video board. A 360-degree LED screen wraps the inside of the roof, 58 feet tall and 1,075 feet around, big enough for a helicopter to fly through the center. Stand it upright and it clears Atlanta's tallest building by 50 feet. It came in 35 trucks, was put together from 600 pieces, holds 37 million LEDs, and when it debuted in 2017 it was nearly three times larger than any screen the NFL had ever used.
The stadium took 39 months to build, used 27,000 tons of structural steel, and covers 2 million square feet, about 35 NFL fields laid end to end. Final cost: $1.6 billion. Add the $200 million World Cup upgrade and the total hits $1.8 billion.
In November 2017 it became the first professional sports venue in the world to earn LEED Platinum, the top level of green building certification. The 4,000 solar panels produce enough power to run 9 full NFL home games a year. A 680,000-gallon underground tank collects rainwater from the roof and redirects it to local tree programs and the stadium's cooling systems. The LED lighting uses 60% less energy than standard stadium lights.
FIFA does not allow commercial brand names on tournament venues, so the building goes by Atlanta Stadium this summer. It hosts 8 matches between June 15 and July 15, closing with a semifinal.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
I think a lot of people are exhausted because it feels like every beautiful or useful thing eventually gets monetised, privatised, extracted, or bulldozed.
Honestly, i don't understand this economy when nursing homes are so expensive they bankrupt our grandparents but nursing home aides need to use food banks.
daycare is so expensive it eats up one parent's entire paycheck and yet daycare providers only make $10/hr and need second jobs.
college costs hundreds of thousands of dollars and puts students into debt for life and yet we have thousands of professors living in their cars.
everything we need is astronomically expensive and yet almost none of the money we pay is going towards the people actually doing the work and providing the services.
Generative AI is just a giant billboard that says “I didn’t care about making the thing, but I still expect you to engage with it. I bet you can’t even tell, you idiot. Fuck you.”
I’ve never felt more deeply committed to making handmade things than I do now. ✏️