Let me tell you about Bob Beamon and his incredibly long jump in the 1968 Olympics. Do record setters’ lives change when they run out of things to strive for?
Tomorrow is my last day at Variety. Today, I was going to write about sensing the melatonin-draining properties of Variety and the innate self-preservation instinct my scalp must have. Instead, as I was saying final, final keepsies goodbyes at Variety, something special happened.
Last night, I went to a firing party for Sandra Loh, a radio personality at KCRW in Los Angeles who was dismissed because she accidently let the word “fuck” get on the air. The party was put on by the L.A. Press Club, and was fun and festival and fabulous at the Hotel Figueroa. I met more than the usual amount of interesting people.
“I find myself thinking of a checklist Wozniak wrote a few years ago describing how to become a genius. His advice was straightforward yet strangely terrible: You must clarify your goals, gain knowledge through spaced repetition, preserve health, work steadily, minimize stress, refuse interruption, and never resist sleep when tired. This should lead to radically improved intelligence and creativity. The only cost: turning your back on every convention of social life.”
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.”
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