Deep Thoughts and the Insurgent Who Loved Me
I’m on my book tour (The Algebra of Happiness, Penguin Portfolio), and I’m spent. The 30-40 interviews, talks, and podcasts have me not just tired, but sated on … me. Talking about happiness this much feels like virtue signaling, or the third bag of SweeTarts you ate as a teen. I feel like if anybody, including me, consumes any more of me and my advice on happiness, they’re going to throw up all over the back seat.
Chris Hughes, co-founder of Facebook, summarized every argument made to date for breaking up Facebook in the New York Times yesterday. Any credible voice adding to the chorus of sanity on the need to correct the greatest DOJ/FTC failure (approving the acquisitions of Instagram and WhatsApp) is welcome. There was nothing original here other than that a Facebook co-founder has come out as rational. Mr. Hughes is more lucky than talented, but his opinion piece is relevant, as Chris is a class traitor. Just as Teddy and Franklin Delano Roosevelt turned on the people who put them in the White House, without enemies within the midst of the top 1% we’ll never sustain a countervailing force to private power. Without class traitors, we lose key warriors in the battle against the melding of government and the powerful — a key step to tyranny.
So, brother, welcome to the resistance.
Uber IPO and Heat Shields
Reputation is a weapon and an asset people can leverage several ways. One way is to offer it for ruin, to the highest bidder. General Colin Powell is the gold medalist of heat shields for this millennium — trading a life of service, courage, and integrity to fool the UN and conscript allies in the most catastrophic geopolitical decision since our entrance into Vietnam. The silver medal goes to Sheryl Sandberg, whose charisma and leadership coopted 51% of the population into believing she was their leader, only to find her negligence may overturn Roe v. Wade after her business helped elect an illegitimate president. A contender for the bronze? Dara Khosrowshahi. I met with Dara 20 years ago when I was pitching him on one of my soon-to-be-failed internet startups (he was CFO of Expedia). He is impressive, likable, and reeks of integrity.
Uber is going public today. Unlike Lyft, which will either be acquired or go out of business, Uber has a global brand and has demonstrated they have a flywheel — Uber Eats. CNBC reported they were pricing at the low point of their range. However, they are putting more lipstick on the pig, as Uber’s valuation is down 33% from the $120 billion reported earlier this year. “Let’s hope the markets haven’t put down the crack pipe,” said the board/bankers at Uber.
If Uber leverages their formidable brand, culture of innovation, and flywheel, they could be worth $40 billion, even $50 billion — a 50% decline from their pricing the eve of the IPO.
The Insurgent Who Loved Me
We have an insurgent living with us. He’s terrifying, determined, and 8. Constantly observing, testing, and gathering intelligence, he assesses our vulnerabilities. He strikes, announcing he no longer wants to eat. Next, he says his feet hurt, all shoes are instruments of torture, and he can’t leave the house. He tracks other villagers (his brother) and commits random acts of violence — punches him, sneaks up behind him and screams, throws anything within reach of his stubby arms at his sibling’s head. His brother, 3 years his senior, despises him, but respects him, as he fears his temper. Last weekend I went into my older boy’s room to tuck him in, and he jumped, then sighed relief as he recognized it was me, not the insurgent.
A Series of Moments
I can no longer remember specific moments or occurrences in a single year, as I’m now the owner of so many of them. As you age, your reference set becomes larger, and years perceptually become seasons. Also, I’m having trouble recapturing moments. As a child and younger man, I was so focused on having a good time that I was immune to any real introspection — always in the moment. As I became more thoughtful, I’d review my past actions and try to learn from them.
Life … is … slipping … through … my grasp.
When the kids are awake, I’m not allowed to touch the remote. The TV is a tool for getting the kids to eat or generally be less awful. My oldest stumbled upon CNBC, and I blurted out, “Daddy is on CNBC a lot, you want to watch?” Despite paying their rent and buying them legos, I still feel the need to try to impress them. They love me just enough to delay Boss Baby for two minutes and watch the old men, and younger women, talk about numbers as colored charts whiz up and down. The show has been on for 3 minutes, which means we were due for commercials. My sons are fascinated by commercials, as they never see them. Advertising has become a tax the poor and technologically illiterate pay, and my boys are neither. The errant commercials they see are usually for sugary cereals or the latest action figure. This is different.
CNBC is less business television than catheter television. The average age of the CNBC viewer is 67. Since my sons are 8 and 11, that means there were two viewers in Osaka or the San Ysidro Valley (two “blue zones”) aged 122 and 127. The typical viewer of CNBC is a guy and his oxygen tank, wondering if he should buy or sell Amazon for his 401(k). He loves the hotties on catheter TV, and thinks that young whippersnapper Cramer (64) is a real hoot.
The commercials are a 4-minute lesson in how much it sucks to be old — catheters, CPAPs, Life Alert, and opioid-induced constipation. Broadcast television has become so desperate, they’re willing to run commercials that are thinly veiled attempts to defraud seniors. For just $49.99 you can learn to “Trade like Chuck!” Who’s Chuck? An old man who discovered a “proprietary” trading method and can now take his kids and grandkids on beach holidays. So, order now. The mushroom cloud s**tshow that is a corrupt Facebook provides shade for blatant attempts to steal from seniors vis-à-vis respectable business journalists. But I digress.
A commercial for a statin that lowers cholesterol levels comes on catheter TV.
My 8-year-old is in new territory, as TV has taught him that not only do we not get sick, but most people have some sort of superhuman power like controlling the weather, being immortal, or the ability to read minds. But 7 minutes of catheter television, and the harshness of life has hit him square in the eyes. He asks, “What’s cholesterol?” His older brother knows everything, and reminds us several dozen times a day. “It’s how old people die.”
The insurgent absorbs this information, pauses, and his lower lip begins (no joke) to quiver. He glances at his brother (nope, he’s safe), shifts his gaze to his mother (ok, she looks young), and then fixes his eyes on me. The room feels still. He is discovering mortality … that it’s possible to lose people you love. And his dad is old. He flops over like a fish on a boat, scrambles across the couch on his elbows and knees, like a GI in training traversing under barbed wire, and wraps himself around me, hugging me like a tree. He demands/requests/begs: “Daddy, don’t catch cholesterol.” Time’s inevitable march stops.
It’s a worthwhile query: Who are the people who arrest time for you? These people are your life. The rest is just filler.
In the Moment
I’ve been self-involved my entire life. Always ensuring I received more from relationships than I gave. Never really earning the complete love of anybody, other than my mother. And suddenly, it’s here. The insurgent looks up, nose to nose, stares at me for a second, and burrows his face back into the crease of my neck. His mom has teared up, and his brother is trying to process what’s going on.
This is it. An instant.
Time is barreling me toward the end. But all things past and future are rendered obsolete by the present — this moment. He is an insurgent, wreaking chaos in our house. But he loves me … completely. And that’s enough.
Life is so rich,
“His brother, 3 years his senior, despises him, but respects him, as he fears his temper.” Yup. Little brother can be little devils. 🙂 Remembers me of my child time. 7y old and 12yold. Little Bro and I. But Little Bro often get the upper hand since as a little bro, Mum says he could only be the Victim. Was not (and finally Mum did notice) :D. At time we did “pacts”, like in “non-aggression pact” or “pact with the devil”. Or pacts against a common enemy. Research shows that sibling behave like animals feeding on the same resources: their parents. Hence competition and fights. Related to my parents they had not to hard time with him nor I since we were grown in a kinda strict European education. When dad promised he was going to give a good slap if we were not stopping right now, it was not a politician promise! 100% guaranteed! And your wife would have been OK with my mum points of view on education… Lesson first, TV after, and lots of time outdoor for better health! In fact this “war” only ended when I left home to go to university. No more competition There is today quite nobody I trust more than my little brother. 🙂 You have great children.
Facts, man. C’mon. Uber was never valued at $120B. There was SPECULATION that it MIGHT be valued that high at IPO. No one has ever actually invested at that value. Calling that the “Pre-IPO valuation” is just lying.
Lovely post. I also think Jake’s a dick.
Not proud either, but we are also still waiting at our 8-year-old’s bed until he falls asleep.
I also hope that you don’t catch cholesterol 🙂
As a psychotherapist for 40 years, you really captured why we risk all for love. The insurgent is a joy in your life and now brightens mine. Stay strong.
Scott, tell your insurgent not to worry about you “catching” cholesterol. I “caught” it too but got it under statin control am old (>65) and still alive 😉
These blog posts are consistently some of the best things I read, well done Scott! Finished your new book last week and as an older millennial tech worker, I sometimes feel like I’m receiving cheat codes to life from you, especially around fostering relationships. Thanks again!
Loved this. It’s a special level of Jedi mastery to go from the evil of FB to making me weep with the intensity of recognizing the moments you so eloquently evoke. And to the haters like Jake: eat a bag of d@nkey d!cks.
Loved it, my only beef is the Illegitimate tag peeps use. He technically was elected under the constitution and thus my displeasure on that tag. If Illegitimate then the constitution is illegitimate.
Great post. Jake’s a dick.
I have just one word for you: Teenager.
Kind of a pathetic post. What’s happened to you Prof Galloway? Was it selling L2? You’ve gone from being clever and insightful to a mess. Come on man, rally already.
@Jake: come back to this in 25 years. It’ll make perfect sense to you then, and seem like important wisdom. Enjoy your avocado toast in the meantime.