Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
That he felt no discernible trace of either vindication or resentment about this was perhaps to his credit. What he did feel, suddenly and emphatically in the midst of the call, was that he might well be working for Laurel Manderley someday, that it would be she to whom he pitched pieces and pleaded for additional column inches. For Laurel Manderle
... See moreDavid Foster Wallace • Oblivion: Stories
There is an argument to be made that it does not matter how a helpful podcaster conducts himself outside of the studio. A man unable to constrain his urges may still preach dopaminergic control to others. Morning sun remains salutary. The physiological sigh, employed by this writer many times in the writing of this essay, continues to effect calm. ... See more
Andrew Huberman’s Mechanisms of Control
If he didn’t sleep, or exercise, or eat properly, and always preferred action over inaction, here was why. He had to move fast. He didn’t think the later years of his own life contained much expected value. To do their bit to save the species, he figured they had maybe ten or at most fifteen years. As it would turn out, they had five weeks.
Michael Lewis • Going Infinite: The Rise and Fall of a New Tycoon
These were his people. Failed artists. Rejected musicians and writers. Part-time idealists and closet visionaries. As a young man, he’d been an idealist in a corrupt world. It was no surprise that he’d turned out equally as corrupt, just a new and different form of corrupt.