october 17 etc
Time in the market > timing the market.
Everyone knows someone who doesn't have hobbies or interests. It's basically a cultural trope at this point. I'm not saying there's a right way to be or a wrong way to be, but, if you are aware of the ridiculous randomness of existence and the relative brevity of life and you don't spend your time on earth learning things and loving things (and people!) and committing to things (and people!) and exploring and sampling and and and ββ you may need to go to the wizard and ask him for a heart or at least an eight ball.
For the most part, the longer you do something, the better you get at it. We tend to think of this sort of thing in terms of skills. The longer you work on your brushstrokes, the better your brushstrokes will be. The longer you work on your curveball, the better and more devastating it will be.
The longer you are interested in something (baseball, cooking, furniture design, style, etc) the deeper and richer your connection to that thing can be. I originally wrote "is," but I don't think that's true. Maybe you don't strictly speaking become a better cook the longer you cook, but the chances that you will are extremely high. Every mistake makes you better, and you have to do in order to err.
Recently I have really and truly understood what it looks like, to me, when my love for a given interest or hobby truly grows over time. As you may have already figured out, I really love baseball. I have since I was a kid, since before I went to my first Jays game in 1986 and burnt my thighs on the aluminum bench seating at Exhibition Stadium.
I never, ever get bored of baseball because I know there's something else to discover or decipher. I never, ever assume I know everything about baseball, so I never, ever assume that I cannot extend my love for baseball (or whatever else).
I know that by examining and exploring and incorporating new material and information, my knowledge base expands but my love also deepens and broadens. Eventually, I get deep enough to like, level up.
I don't get bored of restaurants, or books, or art, or whatever else I love deeply because my experience has shown me, over and over, that however deeply, richly, and fully I love something, there is a deeper, richer, fuller, and more rewarding understanding and experience of that thing around the corner. As I am fond of writing, life is about momentum.
When I watch baseball, I think a lot about the cerebral battle between the batter and the pitcher, about what should be thrown and what shouldn't, about what the hitter is waiting for in a hitter's count, and so on. I can with startling accuracy tell you what pitch is going to get thrown next no matter what game I'm watching, which is both a cool party trick and also empirical evidence that my relationship to the things I love (and indeed to myself) absolutely gets deeper, richer, and fuller over time. Blessed are the pure of heart, I guess.
In short, we are here for a good time, not a long time, and loving things (and people!) and committing to things (and people!) and never losing your sense of wonder in re: those things (and people!) is a good way to ensure that your time on earth is well spent.
LET'S GO BLUE JAYS clap clap clapclapclap
#lightsupletsgo
π΄πΌπ΄π» The New York Times Opinion section produced a video of "younger Americans from the New York region spell out the frustrations of the generations that followed the baby boomers" and I'm happy to be using one of my gift links to share it with you. If you want to use that same gift link to yell at or otherwise troll your boomer relatives who am I to stop you. (NYT)
π£οΈπ£οΈ This clip from the NYC Mayoral Debate is, as the tweet suggests, basically a Tim Robinson Sketch. (Twitter)
ππ§ This clip of Kevin Durant clapping back at trolls and haters because he is a bigger troll and hater than all of them is chef's kiss perfect. Sidebar: I didn't know there was a troll emoji until just now. (Twitter)
π°π° I would pay a dumb amount of money for this Snoopy. (Tumblr)
π π The older I get, the more I look at house porn. I have a little folder where I save images of homes, furniture, decor, etc. I recently saw this post on Tumblr, clicked around and found out that the poster writes a Substack that features more of the same. Have at it. (Tumblr; Substack)
ποΈποΈ Addendum to above via Formlab's Tumblr. (Tumblr)
ποΈποΈ "Through its levels, blocks and supportive moveable cushions in various softly geometric shapes, the interior concept was dreamed up to allow total freedom of movement and position by supporting the body at any desired angle." That is from this piece about The Padded Cell, featured in the Formlab link. (The World of Interiors)
ππ’ My Terrapins fan buddy just informed me that my Raptors just signed Angel Reese's brother. (Raptors Republic)
ππ Speaking of Angel Reese, she walked in the 2025 Victoriaβs Secret Fashion Show on Wednesday. (Glamour)
π₯π₯ Follow up to the Titan submersible thing I posted yesterday. See if you can figure out whose name is redacted. I'll give you a hint: you don't need a hint. (Twitter)
βΎπ€¬ Remember when Max Scherzer's perfect game was broken up by a guy leaning into a pitch? Pepperidge Farm remembers. (Twitter)
π² gonna let's
πΌ go
π± touch blue
π³ grass jays
π· now clap clap clapclapclap
Be good to yourself.
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