In the short run, trade it all for attention.
In the long run, it's good to own it (the means of production, the copyrights, the process).
In the short run, burn it down, someone else will clean up the problem.
In the long run, the environment in which we live is what we need to live.
In the short run, better to cut class.
In the long run, education pays off.
In the short run, tearing people down is a great way to get ahead.
In the long run, building things of value makes sense.
Add up the short runs, though, and you're left with the long run. It's going to be the long run a lot longer than the short run will last.
But she believed in her husband’s art, or perhaps, more simply, she believed in her husband, the same way Zola and Pissarro and Vollard and—in his own, querulous way—Louis-Auguste must have believed in Cézanne. Late bloomers’ stories are invariably love stories, and this may be why we have such difficulty with them. We’d like to think that mundane matters like loyalty, steadfastness, and the willingness to keep writing checks to support what looks like failure have nothing to do with something as rarefied as genius. But sometimes genius is anything but rarefied; sometimes it’s just the thing that emerges after twenty years of working at your kitchen table.
“Sharie never once brought up money, not once—never,” Fountain said. She was sitting next to him, and he looked at her in a way that made it plain that he understood how much of the credit for “Brief Encounters” belonged to his wife. His eyes welled up with tears. “I never felt any pressure from her,” he said. “Not even covert, not even implied.”
Love is easy; relationships are hard.
She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t take affirmative steps toward the things she wanted to do in life. By her own account, she was “paralyzed.” I didn’t understand until it was too late. I just kept pushing her toward her goals and eventually pushed her away. On her way out, she took all of me.
How the Bouncer of Berghain Chooses Who Gets Into the Most Depraved Party on the Planet
You always want friction, though. That’s the theme in any good club: diversity, friction.
Why You Will Marry the Wrong Person
In a wiser, more self-aware society than our own, a standard question on any early dinner date would be: “And how are you crazy?”
Mike Babcock receives honourary degree from University of Saskatchewan
"Enjoy the journey," he said. "Everyone wants to get someplace, but to me it's not about the destination, it's about enjoying the process and maximizing every day."