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"Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again."- André Gide
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Hafta sonu bu videoyu 3 kere başa sarıp sarıp tekrar izledim.
Cate Blanchett, Tokyo’da ödül alıyor. Dünyanın en iyi aktrislerinden biri, kürsüye çıkıyor ve ilk söylediği şey şu: Söyleyemediğimiz o kadar çok şey var ki.
Cate, konuşmaya kelimelere güvenmediğini söyleyerek başladı ve anında bütün salonu avucunun içine aldı.
Ama beni asıl yakalayan şey sessizliği kullanmasıydı daha doğrusu bedeninin sessizliğini.
Dört dakika boyunca doğru dürüst elini bile kaldırmadı. Omuz oynatmadı, kafa sallamadı. Eller masanın altında, gövdesi ağaç gibi.
Yıllardır insanlara; heyecanınızı sesinize verin ellerinize vermeyin diyorum. Bunu bu kadar temiz yapan birini çok az gördüm.
Cate, konuşmanın neredeyse tamamını kağıttan okudu. Başı eğik, gözleri metinde. Ama arada başını kaldırdı, pembe gözlüğünün üstünden salona bakıp bir cümle söyledi.
Konuşmasından aklımda kalan cümleleri yazdım. Hepsi başını kaldırdığı anlar. İnsan kağıttan ne zaman koparsa, dinleyici o cümleleri yanında götürür.
Sonra asıl bomba geldi. Ödül kürsüsünde, herkesin başarının sırlarını anlattığı yerde dedi ki: Şüphe çoğu zaman özgüven eksikliği sanılır. Oysa şüphe benim başlangıç noktam. Hala her işe bunu yapmalı mıyım diye sorarak başlıyormuş.
Sokrates’ten beri bilinen bir şey var. İnsan, tereddüdünü saklamayana güvenir çünkü tereddüt taklit edilemez.
Cate, bu kuralı anlatmakla yetinmedi, kendi üzerinde de gösterdi.
Gelelim kapanışa. Konuşması “kelimeler insanı suskun bırakır” diye açılmıştı. “Bu ödül beni suskun bıraktı” diye kapandı. Homeros’un bile kullandığı çok eski bir teknik. Başladığın yere geri dön, dinleyici hikayenin bittiğini zerrelerinde hissetsin.
İyi bir konuşmada en zor iş fazlalıkları çıkarmaktır. Uzun zamandır bu kadar temiz bir konuşma dinlememiştim.
Retoriği kanlı, canlı görmek istiyorsanız bu konuşmayı çok dikkatli izleyin.
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The typical American guy working full time makes about $35 an hour, so every hour he spends on the couch with his best friend quietly costs him $35. That's the real reason men can't hang out without golf or the game on, and a Swedish economist figured it out back in 1970.
His name was Staffan Linder. He wrote a book called The Harried Leisure Class, and the idea is pretty simple once you hear it.
Every hour you have is worth whatever you could've earned with it. As a country gets richer and wages go up, your free time gets more expensive right along with your work time. Linder said people react by trying to squeeze more out of every free hour, and the easy way to do that is to stack stuff on top of it. So the hour turns into a round of golf, a game on the big TV, a fishing trip, a new grill you want your buddy to see.
That's what Trevor is describing with "the third thing."
When a guy texts "want to go fishing Saturday?" he's attaching something to the hour so it feels worth spending. The fishing gives him a reason to be there. Two guys on a couch just talking feels like nothing got done, so if you grew up somewhere wages are high, your brain files it as wasted time. Even though it's probably the best thing either of them will do all week.
It also explains why Trevor's friends from the township in South Africa and from Trinidad don't have this problem. Trinidadians even have a word for it, liming, which basically means hanging out with zero agenda. An afternoon of doing nothing in Soweto costs a fraction of what it costs in Manhattan, so it never got squeezed out of anyone's week.
Now do the math on an actual close friend. A University of Kansas researcher named Jeffrey Hall found it takes more than 200 hours together before someone becomes a close friend. At $35 an hour, that's almost $7,000 worth of time per friend. Some part of your brain runs a version of that number every time "just come over" feels like it needs a reason attached.
Later in that same interview, Trevor tells a story that's basically Linder's whole book in one afternoon.
Once he was hosting The Daily Show, a theme park offered him and his friends a pass to skip every line. They rode everything a few times over in about three hours, in a park that usually takes all day. He came home with a headache and his friends were dehydrated. They'd barely talked, and it was the most depressing theme park trip they'd ever been on.
That night they tried to figure out what went wrong, and it hit them that the lines were the part they loved. Standing in a queue for an hour meant there was nothing to do but hang out and talk.
That pass did to one afternoon what a big salary does to your whole social life. It got rid of all the dead time, and the dead time was what they came for.
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totalement d'accord avec Taleb, l'IA est le meilleur filtre à bullshit de l'histoire moderne pour tous ceux dont le métier se résumait à aligner des mots sans jamais penser par eux-mêmes
notez que la panique générale qu'on observe chez les cols blancs en dit long car la plupart découvrent en direct que leur prétendue plus-value professionnelle tenait simplement au fait qu'écrire des rapports creux prenait du temps
ce qu'on vit c'est une purge systémique, tous ceux qui pensaient en formule toute faite se font balayer, tandis que les esprits vraiment vivants, ceux qui créent du chaos, de la poésie et de la stratégie pure…deviennent infiniment plus rares et donc infiniment plus précieux
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messaging my wife a link containing proof of her husband cheating on her from an anonymous instagram account and then when she clicks on it texting her to let her know she failed the family phishing test and she has to retake my cybersecurity course
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Nathan Fielder spent over a decade preparing for the Holmes doc, including that time he rigged a blood test with a fart machine to show that people had more fun (eg. higher dopamine levels) when hanging around him.
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I learned something very beautiful today. In French, “bibliothèque intérieure” means your “inner library” the invisible shelf you carry inside, filled with every story that’s ever shaped you.




















