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- People will stand in line and watch other passengers remove everything from their person for a good 15 minutes, and still act surprised when the necklaces and bracelets they’ve left on trigger the metal detector.
- I can’t tell people driving to calm down when they’re road raging because I act the same walking behind people in New York.
- Dr. Pepper is still the king of all sodas.
- I have accepted that I don’t photograph particularly well. So I take photos of everything else (if you suffer the same fate, might I suggest picking up “Understanding Exposure”?)
- I don’t drink as much tea as I should.
- If you go to a home decor/furniture store with your significant other there is a 100% likelihood you will get in an argument.
- Print your digital photos on nice glossy paper and frame them. Print your writing and have them bound. They’ll last longer. I’ve never heard of a person with a beautiful collection of stories and photos on floppy disks.
- Sometimes I think about leaving the fashion industry and starting a tiny cafe/restaurant somewhere, but then I realize I would probably get annoyed with it too. Everyone loves their job and hates their industry. There’s no escape.
- Debating which hand your wristwatch should be on doesn’t matter if you’re a complete douche.
- The last 1/3 of any given episode of Law & Order: SVU has nothing to do with the opening crime.
- If you want to confuse a girl, do everything exactly as you say.
- I feel infinitely more manly wearing a leather jacket and jeans than a suit and tie.
- First dates are the easiest. There is the high possibility you will never see this person ever again. The 100th date with her is much harder. You’re competing with Netflix, take-out, and a warm bed: routine.
The emergence of talent : genius and precocity by Malcolm Gladwell
This is the final lesson of the late bloomer: his or her success is highly contingent on the efforts of others. In biographies of Cézanne, Louis-Auguste invariably comes across as a kind of grumpy philistine, who didn’t appreciate his son’s genius. But Louis-Auguste didn’t have to support Cézanne all those years. He would have been within his rights to make his son get a real job, just as Sharie might well have said no to her husband’s repeated trips to the chaos of Haiti. She could have argued that she had some right to the life style of her profession and status—that she deserved to drive a BMW, which is what power couples in North Dallas drive, instead of a Honda Accord, which is what she settled for.
But she believed in her husband’s art, or perhaps, more simply, she believed in her husband, the same way Zola and Pissarro and Vollard and—in his own, querulous way—Louis-Auguste must have believed in Cézanne. Late bloomers’ stories are invariably love stories, and this may be why we have such difficulty with them. We’d like to think that mundane matters like loyalty, steadfastness, and the willingness to keep writing checks to support what looks like failure have nothing to do with something as rarefied as genius. But sometimes genius is anything but rarefied; sometimes it’s just the thing that emerges after twenty years of working at your kitchen table.
“Sharie never once brought up money, not once—never,” Fountain said. She was sitting next to him, and he looked at her in a way that made it plain that he understood how much of the credit for “Brief Encounters” belonged to his wife. His eyes welled up with tears. “I never felt any pressure from her,” he said. “Not even covert, not even implied.”
Flight Lists
Ace Hotel - April 2011
Random thoughts via a 6-hour plane flight:
