There's nothing of any importance in life - except how well you do your work. Nothing. Only that. Whatever else you are, will come from that.
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Uno es libre de que no le caiga bien un hombre en cuestiones personales, pero al mismo tiempo otorgarle el mérito que se merece.
Paraguay es el hermano pequeño de Argentina. Me gustaría que tanto los paraguas como los argentos recuerden que ni hace 200 años hubo una guerra en la región.
Why has Argentina become the World Cup's biggest villain?
It's about more than soccer. Our reporters examine the history, culture and controversies fueling the resentment.
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Life is too short to spend it all trying to "fix yourself". Just embrace who you are. Your quirks, your faults, all of it.
There are no requirements. You can do whatever you want. Let your intuition do some of the heavy lifting. Don't rationalize your way into misery.
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You will never know the difference between amar and querer or between ser and estar.
And you will forever be ontologically poorer for it.
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A Europa será destruída por mulheres que projetam naqueles animais a maternidade que cabia aos filhos que elas abortaram.
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What if the guy who cooked millions of doses of pure LSD for the 1960s also spent nearly 50 years eating nothing but meat—and said it was the real secret to staying strong and sharp?
That was Augustus Owsley Stanley III, better known as Owsley or “Bear.” Born in 1935 into a Kentucky political family, he took a wild path: Air Force electronics work, ballet dancing, and then the heart of San Francisco’s hippie scene.
In the mid-1960s he became the first private person to make large amounts of high-quality LSD. Between 1965 and 1967 he produced hundreds of thousands (some say millions) of doses. “Owsley” became slang for pure acid. He supplied Ken Kesey’s Acid Tests and reached musicians like the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix. At the same time he joined the Grateful Dead as their early money man and sound engineer. He recorded their shows, helped design their skull-and-lightning-bolt logo, and worked on the giant Wall of Sound system.
But one of the most striking parts of his life was his diet. Starting in the late 1950s and sticking with it for almost half a century, Owsley ate only animal foods. He believed humans are true carnivores, built to live on meat the way cats do. Vegetables and plant foods, he said, were unnecessary or even harmful. His rules were simple: eat red meat, eggs, fish, or poultry; keep the fat high (often 60 percent or more of calories); cook meat rare; use butter, cream, or cheese but skip sugary milk; add almost no salt and no supplements.
He claimed the all-meat way kept his body young and strong well into his seventies. When he faced throat cancer in 2004, he credited the diet with slowing the tumor by starving it of sugar. For a while he even tried to get the Grateful Dead to eat the same way—filling their fridge with big slabs of beef—though not everyone stuck with it.
After prison time and years in the music world, Owsley moved to Australia in the 1980s. He lived off the grid there until he died in a car accident in 2011 at age 76. The Acid King is remembered for fueling the 1960s counterculture and for the Dead’s sound, but he also left behind a decades-long real-world experiment in eating only meat.
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Psychedelic use, for most users, is part of a cycle of persistent grief. The grandeur of the neon sea of fractals and the ability to self-smash the infinite wonder button in the brain is, in fact, a sad consolation prize for having lost the ability to make meaning of the small, mundane circumstances of life.
Wild weekend swings between the light fantastic and its faltering, depleted aftermath recapitulate the broader oscillation between narcissism and nihilsm that characterizes contemporary life. The psychedelic trip, like all psychoses, promises a revelation that never quite comes, or insinuates a transmission that is never quite remembered. You know it's special. You know it's meaningful. It's completely, 100% yours. This time you'll find it for real. This time you'll be able to bring it back.
"I have come to know the deepest secrets of the universe," he thinks, bleary eyed in bed at 12:30 pm on a Sunday afternoon. "I have glimpsed the mind of God" she thinks, scrolling her stories, avoiding the certain overwhelm of reading an e-mail from a once beloved college roommate.
In the meantime, dust accumulates, calls go unanswered, dinner invitations go unsent, loved ones slowly disappear from life, one mild disappointment at a time. The chores that maintain half-decency become too boring, too meaningless, too immediately unrewarding to be worth the effort. And in that thorough and terrible neglect, the desert of honesty and care at the center of postmodern subjectivity yawns. The blistering infinite sacred, on-demand, and all it costs you is your will to show up for your mundane world, to keep trying to love your frustrating family, to try something, anything to rise above the infinite guilt of your unlived life.
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Unpopular opinion:
Traveling is wildly overrated unless you're genuinely wealthy.
People talk about it like it's the meaning of life, but for most people it's just an expensive headache wrapped in Instagram filters.
You spend months saving money, then pay ridiculous prices for flights, hotels, baggage fees, taxis, food, and tourist attractions.
The airport experience is a nightmare:
• Long security lines
• Delayed flights
• Canceled flights
• Lost luggage
• $10 bottles of water
• Sitting in a metal tube for hours with no legroom
Then you finally arrive exhausted, only to discover you're standing in line with thousands of other tourists trying to take the exact same photo.
Everyone says, "It's about the experience."
What experience?
Being stressed, sleep deprived, overcharged, and counting down the days until you're back in your own bed?
For me, nothing beats having money in the bank, sleeping in my own house, eating food I actually like, and avoiding the chaos altogether.
Maybe I'm missing something, but spending thousands to be uncomfortable in a different location has never sounded like a great deal.
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The real purpose of wealth is to have the calm to live your life your way. It's to have the freedom to slow down. To spend your days doing things that you actually care about. That’s what money is really for. Not to impress strangers. Or to collect expensive distractions. But to own your time. To have a quiet breakfast without checking emails. Long dinners without looking at the clock. Conversations without feeling rushed. A calm weekend without thinking about the spreadsheet you need to turn in on Tuesday. Time to read. To think. To explore your interests. That’s real wealth. Everything else is noise.
Five books to get to know me better:
1. The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
2. Dune - Frank Herbert
3. The Lord of the Rings - Tolkien
4. Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand
5. Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
Five books to get to know me better:
1. 1913: In Search of the World Before the Great War by Charles Emmerson
2. The Decline and Fall of the British Aristocracy by Cannadine
3. The Great Betrayal by Ian Douglas Smith
4. American Revolutionaries in the Making by Charles Sydnor
5. Lee by Clifford Dowdey
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In 1930, the Spanish philosopher José Ortega y Gasset published The Revolt of the Masses, a book that still feels uncomfortably prophetic. His central target was not the poor or the working class, but a new kind of human being he called the “mass man”.
The mass man, Ortega argued, is defined by attitude rather than income. He is the ordinary person who is perfectly satisfied with himself, demands nothing higher of his own character or intellect, and yet insists that his mediocrity be treated as a right. He does not defer to excellence, competence, or higher standards. He regards them with suspicion or resentment. What previous ages saw as the privilege of the few - political influence, cultural authority, the right to shape society - the mass man now claims as his due, without any corresponding effort to rise above the average.
Ortega believed this type of person had been produced by the very success of modern civilisation. Rising living standards, mass education, and liberal institutions had given ordinary people unprecedented power and comfort. But they had not produced a corresponding sense of responsibility or humility before higher achievements. The result was a revolt: the mass man refused to accept the authority of superior knowledge, culture, or character. He demanded that everything be brought down to his level.
The danger, Ortega warned, was that a civilisation cannot survive if its central actors no longer respect the standards that made it possible. When the average begins to dominate without aspiring to anything beyond itself, excellence is undermined, institutions decay, and politics becomes an expression of resentment rather than responsibility.
Ortega’s diagnosis remains unsettling because it is not a complaint about poverty or exclusion. It is a warning about self-satisfied mediocrity armed with power.
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Ten million people have watched an MIT professor accidentally destroy the executive coaching industry.
He filmed the lecture once in January 2018 and died eighteen months later.
Executive coaches charge fifteen thousand dollars a session to teach a third of what he covered in one hour for free.
His name was Patrick Winston. He ran the MIT Artificial Intelligence Laboratory from 1972 to 1997 and wrote the AI textbook every computer science major in the world read for thirty years.
Every January for four decades, he gave a lecture called "How to Speak."
His entire framework fits on a napkin.
Do not read. Be in the image. Keep images simple. Eliminate clutter. Start with an empathetic connection. End with a punch line the audience can repeat over dinner. Never open with a joke. Never end with "thank you."
That last rule alone has probably cost the executive coaching industry a hundred million dollars.
"Your success in life will be determined largely by your ability to speak, your ability to write, and the quality of your ideas. In that order."
That is the actual opening line of the lecture. Winston believed it strongly enough to spend fifty years teaching computer scientists how to talk.
Founders spend $80,000 on an MBA and then hire a communications coach to teach them the same material Winston filmed once for free. Engineers write brilliant code and lose promotions to teammates who watched this lecture on the train.
The lecture is free on MIT OpenCourseWare. The textbook is free on his page.
Winston died in 2019. Almost none of the ten million viewers have actually implemented the four rules on the napkin.
The napkin is free. The willingness to actually use it in your next meeting is the entire edge.
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japanese people eat lots of white rice and have 4% obesity rate....yet people still think carbs make you fat
hong kong eats the most red meat in the world and has the longest lifespan...yet people still think red meat kills you
the hadza eat 50% of their det from honey some months and have no diabetes...yet people still think sugar causes diabetes
the inuit eat no vegetables and are some of the healthiest people ever recorded...yet people still think you need lots of vegetables in your diet
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