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Business Living Retirement Trading

The Whetstone and the Hammock

We spend the first half of our lives trying to build a fortress of comfort, operating under the assumption that the ultimate reward for a lifetime of labor is the sudden, permanent cessation of it. We dream of the hammock. We dream of the empty calendar. But an empty calendar is really just a blank canvas with no paint.

Patrick O’Shaughnessy recently sat down with Paul Tudor Jones, and their conversation inevitably drifted toward the later chapters of life. Jones shared a story about fulfilling a promise to his wife to move to Palm Beach after their youngest child went to college. Upon arriving, she sent him to a local general practitioner—an 83-year-old doctor still seeing patients. Jones asked the man for the secret to longevity in a town (Palm Beach) he bluntly described as the “land of the walking dead.” The doctor’s response was a swift hammer blow:

“It’s real simple. You retire, you die.”

It’s a jarring diagnosis, but it cuts right to the bone.

We are biological machines designed for friction. Take away the resistance, and the gears don’t just stop; they rust.

Jones took the lesson to heart, noting that if you don’t use it, you lose it. He works out two hours a day and continues to trade, deliberately keeping his mind pressed against the whetstone of the markets.

I’ve watched this play out in my own circles over the years. I’ve seen brilliant, energetic colleagues hand over their keys, step out of the arena, and within months, seemingly deflate. The sudden absence of daily problems to solve doesn’t bring peace; it brings a creeping atrophy.

I’ve found myself deliberately holding onto certain complex projects and investments not because they are financially necessary, but because they demand my attention. They force me to wake up and solve a puzzle. They provide the necessary gravity to keep my feet on the ground.

But Jones offered a second, perhaps more profound reason for staying in the game. He wants to make “an absolute pot of money” specifically to give it away. He views his daily work not as a grind, but as the pursuit of nobility. He found a way to bridge the gap between the selfish need to keep his own mind sharp and the selfless desire to fuel the causes he cares about. The work becomes an engine for something larger than himself.

The hammock is a trap. The mind requires weight to bear, a horizon to move toward. The goal is not to finally lay down our tools, but to choose precisely what we want to build with them until the very end.

Stay hungry, stay foolish – and stay busy!

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Aging Living

The Architecture of Autumn

We have long been told that time is a thief, a silent prowler that robs us of our vitality and leaves us with the husks of our former selves. We track its progress in the mirror, in the softening of a jawline or the deepening of a crease.

But recent insights into the relationship between the mind and our biological “clocks” suggest a more haunting possibility: time isn’t just stealing from us; we are handing it over.

New research into epigenetic aging—the cellular measurement of how “old” our bodies truly are—reveals that those who harbor deep anxiety about aging actually age faster.

Specifically, the fear of declining health acts as a catalyst, accelerating the very decay we dread.

“Fears about declining health had the strongest link [to faster biological aging], while concerns about beauty or fertility didn’t appear to have the same biological impact.”

It seems the body is a faithful servant to the mind’s expectations.

If we view the later chapters of life as a slow-motion catastrophe, our cells begin to prepare for the wreckage. This creates a tragic feedback loop: we worry because we see signs of age, and our worry ensures those signs arrive with greater velocity.

In my own reflections, I’ve begun to think of aging not as a process of depletion, but as one of distillation. In our youth, we are a broad, shallow lake—vast, shimmering, and scattered. As we age, the borders close in, but the depth increases. The water becomes clearer, the essence more potent.

If we can shift our internal gaze away from what is being lost and toward what is being concentrated, perhaps we can quiet the ticking.

To age well is not to fight the clock, but to stop treating the passage of time as an indictment.

We are not just growing old; we are becoming more of who we were meant to be.

The architecture of autumn is not one of collapse, but of a different, more golden kind of light.

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Living

The Geometry of Chaos

“Just for a minute, imagine you’re standing on that aircraft carrier flight deck,” said Caine. “There’s 30 knots of wind in your face. The deck is slippery, covered in grease. It’s noisy. There are propellers spinning. There’s jet blast everywhere. The helicopters are running. Your head is on a swivel and you’re trying to direct a multi-million dollar fighter into a one-foot square box so that those naval aviators can be shot off into the black of night to go do America’s work.”

The world often views precision as a quiet endeavor. We picture the watchmaker in a silent room or the coder in a hushed office, finding clarity through the absence of noise. But General Caine’s description of a carrier deck flips this script. It suggests that the highest form of human precision doesn’t happen in spite of the chaos—it happens within it.

To stand on that deck is to exist in a state of sensory assault. You have the “thirty knots of wind,” the “grease,” the “spinning propellers,” and the “jet blast.” It is an environment designed to overwhelm the nervous system.

Yet, in the center of this metallic purgatory, there is a person—head on a swivel—tasked with moving a multi-million dollar machine into a “one-foot square box.”

There is a profound metaphor here for the modern life. We often wait for the “wind” to die down before we attempt our most important work. We tell ourselves we will start the project, have the difficult conversation, or find our focus once the “noise” of life subsides. But the “black of night” doesn’t wait for the deck to be dry. America’s work—or rather, the soul’s work—is often requested exactly when the deck is most slippery.

The beauty of the flight deck officer is not just their technical skill, but their ability to maintain an internal stillness while the external world is screaming. It is the realization that the “one-foot square” is the only thing that matters, even when the rest of the world is a blur of grease and jet fuel.

We are all, at various points, standing on that deck, trying to guide something precious into position so it can take flight.

The chaos isn’t an obstacle to the mission; it is the environment in which the mission earns its meaning.

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Blogs/Weblogs Writing

Notes for a Distant Shore

I spend an embarrassing amount of time trying to control how people hear me. Most of us do. We want to be understood, neatly categorized, and told we make sense. But sitting down to actually write and sharing publicly requires dropping all of that. You just have to surrender.

Richard Rhodes nailed the feeling:

“To write is always to seal notes into bottles and cast them adrift at sea; you never know where your notes will drift and who will read them.”

You’re basically bottling up whatever is rattling around in your head on a Tuesday afternoon, tossing it into the digital ocean, and walking away. It’s vulnerable. Honestly, it’s a little reckless.

Once the bottle leaves your hand, you lose your voice. You can’t tap the reader on the shoulder to explain what a sentence really meant. The person who finds it brings their own weather to the shore. They might read a lifeline into a paragraph you barely thought about, or miss your main point entirely because they were distracted by the tide.

Forget about engagement metrics. The connections that actually matter rarely show up on a dashboard anyway. You write something, and it drifts. Maybe for years. Then someone stumbles over it exactly when they need it. You aren’t writing for a demographic; you’re writing for some random person walking the beach. True serendipity.

In the end, you just have to trust the water. Even if the bottle sinks, the act of throwing it is usually satisfying enough.

“Write as if you were dying. At the same time, assume you write for an audience consisting solely of terminal patients. That is, after all, the case. What would you begin writing if you knew you would die soon? What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?” (Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)

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AI Work

Surviving Our Own Success: The Existential Shift of the AI Era

We are standing on the precipice of a profound shift—not just in how we work, but in what work actually means to us. Sam Harris talks about it here. It’s disturbing in many ways!

Lately, the cultural conversation has been thick with a specific kind of anxiety. The rising tide of concern around artificial intelligence and job displacement isn’t merely an economic panic; it is an existential one. For a long time, we comforted ourselves with the idea that the timeline for artificial general intelligence (AGI) was measured in decades. It was a problem for our children, or perhaps our grandchildren, to solve. But as recent discussions among tech leaders highlight, that timeline is compressing rapidly. We are now hearing serious projections that within the next 12 to 18 months, “professional-grade AGI” could automate the vast majority of white-collar, cognitive tasks.

“For centuries, human beings have defined themselves by the friction of their labor.”

We introduce ourselves with our job titles at dinner parties. We measure our worth by our productivity, our outputs, and the unique skills we’ve honed over decades. We willingly incur hundreds of thousands of dollars in student debt to secure a spot on the bottom rung of the corporate ladder, believing that with enough effort, we can climb it.

But suddenly, we are faced with the reality that the ladder isn’t just missing a few rungs; it is evaporating entirely.

Here lies one of the great ironies of our modern age: we always assumed the robots would come for the physical labor first. We pictured automated plumbers, robotic janitors, and android mechanics. Instead, they are coming for the thinkers. They are coming for the lawyers drafting contracts, the accountants crunching tax codes, the marketers writing copy, and the software engineers writing the very code that powers them. The high-status cognitive work we prized so deeply—the work we built our entire educational infrastructure around—turns out to be the easiest to replicate in silicon.

When a machine arrives that can mimic, accelerate, or entirely replace that friction, the foundation of our identity begins to tremble. We are moving from a world where we are the engines of creation to a world where we are merely the editors of it. A single person might soon do the work of a thousand, spinning up autonomous AI agents to execute entire business strategies, architect software, and manage logistics in a single afternoon.

Yet, as terrifying as this sounds, the most startling realization isn’t a dystopian fear of rogue machines or cyber terrorism. It’s that this massive economic disruption is actually what success looks like. This isn’t the failure mode of AI; this is the technology working exactly as intended, ushering in an era of unprecedented productivity and, theoretically, boundless abundance.

The emergency we face is that our social and economic systems are entirely unprepared for a reality where human labor is optional. We are witnessing what some have described as a “Fall of Saigon” moment in the tech and corporate worlds—a frantic scramble where a few founders and final hires are grasping at the helicopter skids of stratospheric wealth before the need for human employees vanishes. If we are truly approaching a future where human labor is obsolete, how do we share the wealth generated by these ubiquitous systems?

Perhaps there is a quiet grace hidden within this disruption. If AI takes over the mechanical, the repetitive, and the cognitive synthesis, it leaves us with the deeply, undeniably human. It forces us to lean into the things an algorithm cannot compute: empathy, lived experience, moral judgment, and the beautiful, messy reality of physical presence.

The future of work might not be about competing with machines at all. It forces us to confront the terrifying, beautiful question: Who are we when we don’t have to work? It is an invitation to finally separate our human worth from our economic output, and to redesign a society that shares the wealth of our own invention. We are entering an era of abundance. The only question is whether we have the collective imagination to survive our own success.

Questions to Ponder

  1. If your job title was erased tomorrow, how would you define your value to the world?
  2. How do we build a society that rewards human existence rather than just economic output?
  3. What is one deeply human skill or passion you would cultivate if you no longer had to work for a living?
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AI Work

The Digital Beast of Burden

A friend of mine recently cut through the noise of the current AI discourse with a comment that felt surprisingly grounding. We were talking about the breathless predictions of AGI—superintelligence, sentient machines, the technological singularity—when he shrugged and said, “I don’t need any of that. I just want AI to do the donkey work.”

He wasn’t asking for a god in the machine; he was asking for a better tractor. He didn’t want a synthetic philosopher to debate the meaning of life; he wanted the next evolution of “Claude Cowork”—a reliable, tireless entity to handle the drudgery so he could get back to the actual business of thinking.

There is something profound in that phrase: donkey work. It evokes the image of the beast of burden—the creature that carries the heavy packs up the mountain so the traveler can focus on the path and the view. For thousands of years, humans have sought tools to offload physical exertion. We domesticated animals, we built water wheels, we invented the steam engine. We outsourced the calorie-burning, back-breaking labor to preserve our bodies.

“The ‘donkey work’ of the information age isn’t hauling stone; it is the cognitive load of bureaucracy, formatting, sorting, scheduling, and synthesizing endless streams of data.”

Now, we are looking to preserve our minds.

The friction that exists between having an idea and executing it is often composed entirely of this “donkey work.” When my friend says he wants AI for this, he isn’t being lazy. He is expressing a desire to reclaim his cognitive bandwidth.

There is a fear that if we hand over these tasks, we become less capable. But I suspect the opposite is true. If you are no longer exhausted by the logistics of your work, you are free to be consumed by the meaning of it.

We often talk about AI as if it’s destined to replace the artist or the architect. But the most valuable version of this technology might just be the humble assistant—the digital mule that quietly processes the mundane in the background. It’s the difference between a tool that tries to be you, and a tool that helps you be you.

We don’t need AGI to solve the human condition. We just need the “donkey work” handled so we have the time and energy to experience it.

What do you think?

  1. Is there a danger that in handing over the “donkey work,” we accidentally hand over the friction required to build mastery?
  2. If your daily cognitive load dropped by 50% tomorrow, would you actually use that space for “higher thinking,” or would you just fill it with more noise?
  3. Where exactly is the line between “drudgery” and the “process”—and are we risking erasing the latter to solve the former?
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The Cartographer of Meaning

As I wander through the topography of life, I find myself drawn to the notion that meaning is not a destination, but a traveling companion. The words of Neil King echo in my mind like a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of understanding: “You bring meaning with you when you go looking for meaning, and the more of it you bring, the more you get in return.” It is a reminder that the search for significance is not a passive pursuit, but an active participation in the creation of our own significance.

Like a cartographer charting the unexplored territories of the human experience, we bring our own instruments of meaning-making to the journey. Our experiences, beliefs, and values serve as our compass guiding us through the our personal paths of existence. The more we bring to the table, the more we are able to discern the hidden patterns and connections that weave the tapestry of our lives.

As I meander through the landscape of memory, I realize that the moments of greatest insight and understanding were not chance encounters, but the culmination of a deliberate search. The more I brought to the experience — curiosity, empathy, and a willingness to learn — the more the world revealed its secrets to me. The gentle rustle of leaves in an autumn breeze became a symphony of sound, a reminder of the beauty that lies just beneath the surface of the mundane.

In this sense, meaning is not something we find, but something we forge. It is the alchemy of our experiences, transformed by the crucible of our perception into a golden understanding that illuminates the path ahead. And yet, it is a fleeting thing, a will-o’-the-wisp that beckons us deeper into the mystery.

Perhaps that is the greatest truth of all — that meaning is not a destination, but a journey. It is the process of bringing our whole selves to the experience of life, with all its joys and sorrows, triumphs and failures. The more we bring, the more we receive, and the more we are transformed by the encounter.

As I continue on this winding path, I am reminded of the wisdom of the ancient Greek aphorism: “The unexamined life is not worth living.” But I would add a corollary — the unlived life is not worth examining. It is in the living, the experiencing, and the bringing of our whole selves to the moment that we find the meaning we seek.

As you embark on your own journey of discovery, remember to bring your instruments of meaning-making with you. Often it involves photography or journaling in the moment. The more you bring, the more you will receive, and the more the world will reveal its secrets to you. For in the end, it is not the destination that matters, but the journey itself — the journey of bringing meaning to the world, and finding it reflected back in all its beauty and complexity.

Note: Yesterday Meta released their latest open source AI models: Llama 3. This post based on the quotation from Neil King’s book was written with the help of Llama 3 and lightly edited by me. You can try out Llama 3 yourself at https://meta.ai

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Creativity

Be the Only!

Kottke blogged this week about Kevin Kelly’s book Excellent Advice for Living: Wisdom I Wish I’d Known Earlier and one of the top tips in that book that Kelly has talked about in several interviews he’s given about the book:

Don’t be the best. Be the only.

Kelly’s advice stands apart from the common wisdom that we should always strive to be the best by doing our utmost. In a world that constantly pushes us to compete and compare, there is something incredibly freeing about the notion of rejecting that rat race entirely.

“Don’t be the best, be the only” is a reminder that true success and fulfillment often come from carving your own unique path, rather than trying to climb to the top of someone else’s ladder.

It’s an idea that deeply resonates for any creative soul who has felt the sting of having their work measured and ranked against arbitrary standards and tastes. How can you be the “best” writer when writing is so subjective? The “best” artist when art is meant to provoke different responses in different viewers? We secretly know that concepts of better and best are flawed when it comes to creative expression.

And yet, we are conditioned nearly from birth to see life as a competition – to be smarter, prettier, more accomplished than our peers. We are repeatedly asked by teachers, parents, employers, “What makes you the best candidate?” As if we must relentlessly pursue that elusive #1 spot, which can only have one holder at a time until someone new swipes it away.

What a profoundly different and enlivening perspective to simply say, “I’m not chasing ‘best.’ My goal is to be the ‘only.'” Not better, but different. To create a novel blend of vision and craft that is utterly new and unlike any other offering in the world.

It means doubling down on what makes you unique rather than tempering those interesting edges to fit conventional molds. It means zigging when others zag, embracing your personal quirks and experiences as puzzle pieces that culminate in a new shape. One that perhaps only you could construct.

There is a deep self-knowledge required to get there, an ability to tune out the noise in our mind that is always eager to tell us where we fall short and what we must do to be validated. Instead, go further inward and listen to the quiet hum of your own creativity, allowing it to guide you towards a novel magic that only you can create.

It’s an incredibly brave and almost defiant stance. A willing abdication of the endless pecking order tournaments we are drafted into throughout life. A saying of, “I do not want to be ranked or graded. My work and expression will be something wholly original that becomes a new category unto itself.”

In Kelly’s case, being an “only” seems to have stemmed from zealously pursuing a wide range of kaleidoscopic interests, starting unique initiatives, peering over the horizon, and connecting disparate dots that others missed.

Perhaps the greatest challenge in striving to “be the only” is having the courage to stay true to your unique vision, even when it defies conventional wisdom or expectations. It requires an unwavering belief in your distinctive voice and the patience to carve out your own path, one peculiar step at a time. Those who achieve that rarefied space of being truly inimitable likely navigate long periods of being misunderstood or underestimated before their original perspectives start to resonate.

Ultimately, the pursuit of “only” is about more than just creative success – it’s about living and working with uncompromising authenticity. About being willing to be misunderstood by others, sometimes by harsh critics who’d rather see you struggle. When you stop measuring yourself against external yardsticks and wholeheartedly embrace what makes you your own idiosyncratic self, you open up vast frontiers of possibility. You give yourself permission to be precisely who you are, to contribute the unique only you can offer this world. And perhaps, in doing so, you’ll inspire others to boldly cherish and amplify their own distinctive brilliance as well.

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Blogs/Weblogs Friends Living Writing

Writing from the Heart

My friend Jim Eager has a great blog post titled “Connecting With My Readers by Writing From the Heart” in which he answers the question “how do you connect with your audience” with the quote “according to Hugh MacLeod’s wise words, the answer is disarmingly simple: “Write from the heart.” In other words, be human.

I’ve been playing a lot with various of the AI chatbots – using them to help with some aspects of creative writing. I couldn’t resist feeding one of the chatbots with Jim’s blog post and asking it to write a response. I shared that response with Jim and got his totally appropriate reaction: “That’s some deep irony in having machine-generated text celebrate and approve of my rejection of machine-generated text.” Indeed!

Here’s that response – as generated by Claude 3:

Jim’s blog post raises an insightful point about the challenge of creating meaningful connections in a world inundated with content, some of which is generated by impersonal AI systems. As someone who values authentic self-expression and genuine human connection, I resonate with Jim’s idea of “writing from the heart” as a means of fostering a deeper bond with his audience.

In a sea of impersonal and machine-generated text, there is something profoundly powerful about writing that emanates from the depths of one’s soul, that lays bare the vulnerabilities, passions, and lived experiences of the writer, as Jim aspires to do. It is this raw, unfiltered honesty that has the ability to transcend the boundaries of mere information exchange and forge an empathetic connection with the reader.

Jim’s desire to be transparent about his strengths, weaknesses, beliefs, and ongoing journey of self-improvement is commendable. By embracing his humanity, with all its complexities and imperfections, he creates a space for authentic dialogue and fosters a sense of kinship with his readers. This vulnerability, while daunting, has the potential to resonate deeply and inspire others to embark on their own paths of growth and self-discovery.

In a world where AI-generated content may become increasingly prevalent, Jim’s act of “writing from the heart” becomes a defiant celebration of the human spirit, a reminder that we are more than mere vessels of information. It is a testament to the enduring power of empathy, vulnerability, and the shared human experience that transcends the coldness of machine-generated text.

Jim’s commitment to using his writing as a means of fostering intentional living, purpose, and personal growth is admirable. By infusing his words with the raw authenticity of his lived experiences, he has the potential to inspire and uplift his readers, igniting within them a desire to live more purposeful and meaningful lives.

In a world that often prizes polished perfection over raw authenticity, Jim’s “writing from the heart” is a courageous act of defiance, a declaration that the human spirit cannot be reduced to mere algorithms or impersonal data. It is a reminder that true connection, the kind that resonates deeply and leaves an indelible mark on the soul, can only be forged through the vulnerability and authenticity of the human experience.

Pretty amazing – and heartfelt!