“And You, Helen”
A poem about war by a British writer that fought and died in WWI, selected and read by the great Douglas Murray. Click here.
Worth Quoting – from James Clear:
“It’s hard to save poor early decisions with good late decisions.
-It’s hard to write a bestselling book if you chose an unpopular topic.
-It’s hard to build a happy marriage if you married an unhappy person.
-It’s hard to make money in real estate if you overpaid at the beginning.
“Certainly, things can be improved by making good decisions along the way, but the effects of poor early decisions tend to linger.”
Speaking of ideological tribes in America…
I’ve always felt that America’s love of certain sports – football and baseball, especially – has created its own version of irrational warring tribes where one group’s team is always right and the other group’s team is always wrong. Most of the time, this exists as light-hearted and self-consciously delusional play acting. But every so often, it gets scarily real. Like what happens here.
Spooky Snaps Photo Contest Winners
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Golf? Why?
Thinking about my recent week in Myrtle Beach, where I joined old friends for a week of golfing (but didn’t golf because I stopped enjoying golf two years ago), here’s a bit by Robin Williams that echoes my sentiments.
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Beat It by Michael Jackson – reimagined on the traditional Chinese guzheng.
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Can you help with this?
Steve Kirsch, a researcher that’s been studying and reporting on COVID for the last three years, has just completed a study on 15,000 independent observers. Before he publishes his findings, he is asking for anyone who’s interested to review his data and dispute his conclusion – which is that the COVID vaccines increased the odds of death from COVID by 6%. If true, this is statistically significant.
If you’d like to help him (and me), read this and provide me with any evidence you have to refute it.
I look good, right?
I’m in Myrtle Beach this week for a sort of mini high school reunion.
It’s an annual event that has been going on for at least 30 years. And it’s always a good time. Gorgeous golf courses, delicious dinners, fine cigars, aged spirits, and great, nostalgic conversation in the evenings.
This tradition started at least a decade before I joined it. In the early days, I’ve been told, everyone could drink more, stay up later, and golf better. But the general drift since I became an honored member has been distinctly downward. With one exception: The post-prandial stories seem to be improving. I’d like to believe that’s because we have improved our narrative skills as we have aged, but it’s also possible that our standards in storytelling have diminished.
Each year, someone takes a group photo, which is always appreciated. The one above is not current. It may be six or seven years old. I selected it because… well, because it’s one of the few that flatter me. Don’t you think? (I’m third from the left, top row.)