Professionally Woke Insecure Boys
I am very vigilant about excluding these kinds of men from my life. One strategy for doing this is rolling my eyes. Men hate this very much and are constantly telling me to stop. It’s like that Margaret Atwood quote that men are afraid women will laugh at them, and women are afraid men will kill them: men hate when I roll my eyes at them, and I
Ferrying across is like crossing a large body of water. When you traverse a strait or make a long crossing of the sea, you are "ferrying." In passing through this human world, too, there are likely many places or occasions when you need to ferry across. On a ship, you know where these places are, as well as the capacity of the vessel and and the weather patterns. Though other ships may not venture out, you do - by responding to the conditions of the hour, relying on a crosswind or a tail wind, and, if the wind changes judiciously using oars. With your mind set on arriving at port, you board the ship and ferry across. You should think in terms of ferrying across when you pass through society and set your mind on some serious matter. Even in the midst of battle or a conquest - you take into account the level of your opponent, judge your own degree of expertise... and ferry across.
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Benjamin felt himself on the verge of a proposal—with an effort he choked back the impulse. "You're just the romantic age," she continued—"fifty". "Twenty-five is too worldly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is—oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty." Fifty seemed to Benjamin a glorious age. He longed passionately to be fifty. "I've always said," went on Hildegarde, "that I'd rather marry a man of fifty and be taken care of than many a man of thirty and take care of him."
“Buy me a reproduction of that picture I was looking at when you found me. The one of the girl sitting on the bed.” After a pause Rick said to the clerk, a heavy-jowled, middle-aged woman with netted gray hair, “Do you have a print of Munch’s Puberty?” “Only in this book of his collected work,” the clerk said, lifting down a handsome glossy volume. “Twenty-five dollars.” “I’ll take it.” He reached for his wallet. Phil Resch said, “My departmental budget could never in a million years be stretched—” “My own money,” Rick said; he handed the woman the bills and Luba the book. “Now let’s get started down,” he said to her and Phil Resch. “It’s very nice of you,” Luba said as they entered the elevator. “There’s something very strange and touching about humans. An android would never have done that.” She glanced icily at Phil Resch. “It wouldn’t have occurred to him; as he said, never in a million years.” She continued to gaze at Resch, now with manifold hostility and aversion. “I really don’t like androids. Ever since I got here from Mars my life has consisted of imitating the human, doing what she would do, acting as if I had the thoughts and impulses a human would have. Imitating, as far as I’m concerned, a superior life-form.” To Phil Resch she said, “Isn’t that how it’s been with you, Resch?"
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Twenty-five is too wordly-wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is-oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty."
The Blinds I moved to Philadelphia for some peace and quiet after New York City. After paying a week’s rent in a roominghouse, I walked down the street to look for the nearest bar. Half a block. I walked in and sat down. It was the poor part of town and the bar was fifty years old. You could smell the urine and shit of one-half a century wafting
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If, during the critical moment when the emotion is there, we know how and where to take refuge, if we are able to breathe in and out and focus our attention on the rise and fall of our abdomen for fifteen or twenty or even twenty-five minutes, then the storm will roll away, and we will be aware that we can survive. When we succeed in surviving strong emotions, we experience a more solid peace of mind. Once we have got the practice, we are no longer afraid. The next time a strong emotion arises, it becomes easier. We already know that we can survive it.
Someone might say: “Are you not ashamed, Socrates, to have followed the kind of occupation that has led to your being now in danger of death?” However, I should be right to reply to him: “You are wrong, sir, if you think that a man who is any good at all should take into account the risk of life or death; he should look to this only in his actions, whether what he does is right or wrong, whether he is acting like a good or a bad man.”
On a ten-point scale, if I am at level two in any field, and desire to move to level five, I must first take the step toward level three. "A thousand-mile journey begins with the first step" and can only be taken one step at a time.
This is not about changing your life instantly, it's about moving the needle bit by bit and making those changes sustainable. That means digging down to the micro level and doing something that sucks every day. Even if it's as simple as making your bed, doing the dishes, ironing your clothes, or getting up before dawn and running two miles each day. Once that becomes comfortable, take it to five, then ten miles. If you already do all those things, find something you aren't doing. We all have areas in our lives we either ignore or can improve upon. Find yours. We often choose to focus on our strengths rather than our weaknesses. Use this time to make your weaknesses your strengths. Doing things even small things that make you uncomfortable will help make you strong. The more often you get uncomfortable the stronger you'll become, and soon you'll develop a more productive, can-do dialogue with yourself in stressful situations.
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In cognitive science and behavioral economics, showing all the way in which people flout the axioms of rational choice has become some thing of a sport. (And not just a sport: five Nobel Prizes have gone to discoverers of the violations.)" Part of the fun comes from showing how irrational humans are, the rest from showing what bad psychologists the classical economists and decision theorists are. Gigerenzer loves to tell a true story about a conversation between two decision theorists, one of whom was agonizing over whether to take an enticing job offer at another university. His colleague said, "Why don't you write down the utilities of staying where you are versus taking the job, multiply them by their probabilities, and choose the higher of the two? After all, that's what you advise in your professional work." The first one snapped, "Come on, this is serious!"
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I take a deep breath and press 'record' on my CD player. r pick up the microphone and start to sing, and when I stop five minutes later I know that I can't do any better. All I have to do now is wait.
... A cooker, dressed in a grey apron, placed the gruel with a spoon to each of the plates. The bowls never needed washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again. Oliver was always hungry. After three months, Oliver was starving that he could hardly sleep at night. One day, one of the strongest boys proposed to ask for more gruel... Oliver was chosen to walk to the cooker that evening and ask for more gruel... Oliver was desperate with hunger and weak with misery. He rose from the table and walked up to the cooker with a plate and a spoon in his hand. "Please, sir, I want some more," said Oliver. The cooker turned very pale with anger. He looked at Oliver in surprise. Oliver was paralysed with fear at that moment... Oliver was sent to the empty cold room. The next morning the master of the workhouse offered five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver as his apprentice to any trade... He walked every morning in a stone yard in the presence of Mr. Bumble. As for society, he was carried every day into the hall when boys dined. The cooker beat him mercilessly as a public warning and example.
The gaze should be large and broad. This is the twofold gaze "Perception and Sight". Perception is strong and sight weak. In strategy it is important to see distant things as if they were close and to take a distanced view of close things.
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