Let’s bring wonder back. Stop trying to figure everything out. Let yourself be moved. The cynics are stealing your miracles and your happiness too.
Life is an experience not an exam. Nothing became something and that something is you.
Isn’t that amazing?!
If voters in California approve the 5% billionaire wealth tax in November, Mark Zuckerberg would owe $10.5 billion in taxes & healthcare would be saved for 3 million low-income people.
Poor Mr. Zuckerberg would only have $200 billion left to feed his family. How will he survive?
There's a reason one of the greatest management books of all time, by one of the greatest business leaders of all time, used food as his illustrative example.
@Jason@AOC You have to name the problem to solve it.
Growth was the ideal solve, but now that anti-AI is a populist problem, entitlement reform is the only way.
@ben_m_somers Clarity is compassion.
If you view people as highly capable of solving their own problems, and not as some sort of deficient creatures, then you just need to be clear and they take it from there. That is a form kindness to me at least.
@garrytan At first I thought they were stupid not malicious. But I am beginning to wonder if the true motive of lowering the bar is to improve the metrics they are measured on.
People have a unique tendency of assigning virtue to ideas that convenience them
Great poems allow a reader to feel before they understand. They resonate with your deep intuition that's far smarter than your intellect (Hat tip to Dana Giola for this)
Read more poetry. Read it for yourself. Read it to others. And if your heart allows, write it too.
"For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew." - Frost
Not only does it matter less, they can invite create the adverse results you are hoping to attain.
I saw your other post about bribes, and I’m no expert in this field, but Alfie Kohn’s book has had a positive impact on how I view the role of incentives not just in my child’s education but across all domains.
Today I finished the Bible in a Year with Father Mike on the @HallowApp. Or, I thought I did.
I started this out of curiosity. I’d never read the Bible. Only knew it through other peoples’ eyes. Thought it would be a fun experience to see it for myself.
Along the way, however, I started to feel something deeper. Exploration started to make way for restoration. Instead of always looking ahead, I started to look inside. What I found was a person sitting in a dark room.
That room has one door now.
Slightly cracked.
His light coming through it.
And my foot in the gap, holding it open.
God Bless.
The point of living is to live, friends. Don't over optimize your life into nothing.
On his midnight ride, Paul Revere stopped in Medford for a few shots of rum to fortify himself. Two hundred fifty years later, in the country he helped birth, we're awash in luxury and worried about our sleep scores.
I picked up The Brothers Karamazov as a sort of social media slop detox. It’s my first time reading Dostoevsky and, my goodness.
I’m now 85% through but there was one chapter—The Grand Inquisitor—that I haven’t been able to move on from. It’s altered my reality.
I see the Grand Inquisitor everywhere. I see Jesus everywhere. I see the desire for order. For reason. I see Love, the unconditional kind, rising above it. I see cynics and the morally unmoored. I see Godly virtue.
At this point in my life, I’ve read a lot. But never did I imagine that what I’ve experienced was even possible. And this is how we get people to read more. Not by shaming them, but by helping them realize that within those pages are universes and realities that need their exploration.
Don’t read because it’s important to. Read because it’s awesome.
@Jason To America. We were Cuban exiles living in Costa Rica.
Our immigration was only possible thanks to the work of the Cuban American National Foundation. A debt I can never repay.
Not too far from where the Wright Brothers changed the world, we celebrated America’s 250th with an Eastern North Carolina Pig Picking. We were invited that morning when we walked past the pitmaster. He never asked for my name. Never questioned who I was, what I did for living or what I can offer him. He just saw me with my boys and invited us. An offer I couldn’t refuse.
Being of Cuban roots, I’m no stranger to pig roast but as far as pig pickings go, it was a first. Everyone brought a dish. We brought watermelon. We were out on the boat all day with no time to cook, so watermelon had to do. Fortunately, it was a hit. The Southern Grandmas overwhelmed us. One, who made it known, emphatically, was from Missouri, blessed us with a banana pudding so good, it was impossible to have just one serving. She knew it too. She smiled at me before I even took a bite. Then laughed after I did knowing I just had the best pudding of my life. “I’m from Missouri, I’m going to show you.” And she did.
It felt as if I was in an episode of Parts Unknown when it hit me.
This is America. Not an edited show. And this is what we fight for. God Bless America and God Bless Americans. I will forever be in your debt.
“What is the role of the individual in a society?” The most important question in politics.
You can only have functioning government if individuals hold their end of the bargain.
Socialism fails because a society fails when individuals stop contributing.
In 1825, a rich Welsh industrialist bought an entire American town to prove that socialism could work.
He had the money, the buildings, the theory, and hundreds of eager followers waiting to move in.
Two years later, it was over. 🧵
The singular worst thing you can do on this app is engage with a mildly interesting post.
If it's mildly funny or mildly interesting, avoid it like the plague.
Gotta make this algorithm earn its keep or you'll be in a sea of mildly interesting nonsense.