We had that little banter about the younger generation and you ended with “wild.” Yes, it is wild that I get to be here with these people, that xxxxxxxxx lets me do this law school thing at this age.

I’m filled with gratitude multiple times per week at what my life has become. That sentiment remains true even during exam weeks like the current one. So much purpose in the daily grind of preparation! Though “grind” doesn’t properly capture how enjoyable it is. I committed to “spaced repetition” throughout the semester instead of cramming and, damn, it works. I know everything.

This has been a year of profound learning. I remember the hole in xxxxxxxxx—elevated box hitting to a fairway that then demanded a challenging uphill 2^nd shot—where you questioned me for voluntarily putting myself through an intense learning experience. I thought you were just talking about the academics. And indeed the academics have been intense. Ultimately, though, they were always manageable because law is so damn interesting. Plus, because law’s logic deeply resonates with my mental models, I was able to near-instantly push, say, Professor xxxxxxxxx and his interpretation of Justice Scalia’s footnote seven in Lujan v. Defenders of Wildlife.

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I’ve always laughed at the claim that the story of Jesus is “the greatest story ever told.” Have these people not read Harry Potter? Shakespeare? Dostoevsky? Seen literally any of the great films from the past century?

But maybe this evangelist would counter that “greatest” means something like a foundation which makes all that follows possible. The Beatles and music would be one such example. So too could be the Christ story… except that Greek myths preceded Christ. And Greek myths, I’d contend, are not only more interesting, but also more helpful in offering guidance for how best to live (though I do accept that “The Parable of the Good Samaritan” is excellent and revolutionary in redefining morality). Jesus’ flawless nature is simply less relatable than gods and heroes who share our flaws.

Anyway, thought of you because of “Circe.” I think this novella is quite well-written and clever.

Reflexive contrarianism? Little difference from that which it so strongly disdains. But considered contrarianism where one carefully inspects a belief he’s inherited, carefully considers an alternative, and decides an alternative is preferable? An act worthy of celebration, even if the celebrator doesn’t share the alternative view.

Of course, celebration rarely occurs, since insiders often turn defensive in the face of well-reasoned outsiders. So, I’m not surprised that both you and xxxxxxxxx face uncomfortable encounters from people far too certain about something they’ve surely considered less extensively.

But this cost is worth bearing, for the habit-of-mind that makes the bearing necessary is a habit that helps one better know himself and the world.

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Skating is my favorite outsider culture. “Reading” these magazines counts as a rare form of relaxation for me. I think you may also enjoy the flipping of pages, the imagining of yourself copping the styles (see the Sammy Montano advert), and the gaining bits of wisdom from dudes living far differently from the educated elite. Also, laughing. Like when a skater you like lists his “Songs for a Broken Heart.”

Hope your heart is the opposite of broken.

You’ve decided to leave your children $0. Or not. Either way, you certainly want them properly developed such that they need not be left anything. So how does one “let kids be kids” while also cultivating a confident, independent resourcefulness in them?

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Pillar One: Take pride in being quite competent in many, many domains. Sounds obvious… until you recall how the world dispenses prestige. It’s a dinner party with well-educated professionals casually bragging about their lives. By accepting Pillar One, you are accepting that these guests will likely have you beat. They will flaunt social currency that you don’t have, and what you do have won’t be as valuable. “That’s cool you fixed the garbage disposal. I had my maid do it when mine broke. By the way, I just made president! Look at my new Porsche.” Without true belief in Pillar One, it will be all too easy to surrender your values and compete with this fuck on his terms.

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You thought last year was a one-time thing, didn’t you? Wrong! Happy Father’s Day 2025!

For whatever reason, my mind associates you with this holiday. Part of the association, sure, is you losing your father. I think about that loss, and I hope you are doing as well as you can with it. But also there’s that still-vivid image of you being a father in your backyard with xxxxxxxxx in his karate outfit. There is xxxxxxxxx: man, father, husband, strong and vulnerable, and trying to do what is right.

Of course basically everyone is trying to do what is right… but some think more deeply, try a little harder, and are more open to discussing their uncertainties about what, exactly, defines “right.” Package these distinct behaviors together, and future efforts will likely improve. Never to perfect, obviously. Never guaranteed to be linear either. Just an overall arc that justifiably induces pride.

You would not have been proud if xxxxxxxxx was in the sixsome (!!!) golfing in front of me at xxxxxxxxx a few Sundays ago. The course is slammed. And even if it wasn’t, the fact that I’m waiting to hit should be a blaring signal to (a) break up the group or (b) let me to play through. The sixsome chooses to (c) ignore everyone but themselves.

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They’ll keep repeating it: Just be yourself. If the repetition commences before you enter the snake pit that is teenage social hierarchies, the advice will seem banal. How could I be anything but myself? Why would I even try to be anything else? Once in the snake pit, the encouragement will feel not banal but dumb and impossible. Don’t these people understand that to stand out is to open oneself to ostracization?

Enter Be confident. Another oft-repeated phrase without deep thinking attached. Here’s some deep thinking. Your mom has one form of confidence; your dad has another; and both are important forms.

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Soon enough, the world will become loud and overwhelming. All these well-intentioned people telling you what to do and how to do it which partially sends the message that you don’t know what you are doing. And sure, there’s much to learn in youth. But also, adults can learn from you; your age provides vision behind doors adults don’t even know exist. Furthermore, you are the future, so however much adults might disapprove of Generation Alpha’s actions, those actions will indeed grow to dominate.

Therefore, I want to learn from you. But maybe you don’t want to teach. Maybe you see me as competition. Maybe for that aforementioned domination to optimally occur, it’s best to keep your insights tightly locked within your mind. Ok, ok, ok. The negotiation has already begun. Fine.

Does it gain me anything to compliment your father? What if I say he’s outstanding at living his values? It’s true. He pays attention. He finds ways to translate his political views into everyday actions such that even non-adherents find value. Like riding bikes instead of taking an Uber. Like planting trees as a gift. Like generously cooking instead of caving to capitalism’s pressures of convenience.

What if I tell you your mum is so sweet, so pleasant to be around, so quick to laugh, but also so able to express deep intelligence without coming across as better than? Does that gain me anything? It does? Really? Nicceeeeeee.

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You are able to straddle two contrasting worlds in a way that reminds me of Dexter Holland in 1994. You know Dexter, the lead singer of The Offspring whose shine has faded over the years as his band gained popularity but who in 1994 was an iconic blend of two worlds not often blended: punk style and intelligence. You see punk style—be it a skater, snowboarder, or musician—with its nonchalant coolness and assume the person can’t also be smart, because, well, the person often isn’t smart. You see intelligence, and while the person may also be stellar at traditional sports and perhaps piano, you think that for God to keep things reasonably fair, that nerd can’t also possess what the skaters behind the school possess.

But God isn’t fair. And so Dexter Holland can somehow pull off dreadlocks, front a raw punk band that released the best-selling independent record ever… and be the valedictorian of his high school, earn the nickname “Dexter” because of his mathematical prowess, and go on to earn a PhD in molecular biology. While your bio is not as well-known to me, a single snowboard run alongside you is enough to prove your skate-style, and a single conversation is enough to prove you may already have a PhD (but are too cool to mention it).

So here are two things I’m quite confident you (or Dexter for that matter) will enjoy.

I’ve been granted the God-like power to issue commandments. And similar to normal deities, these commandments are nothing more than strong suggestions carrying a special weight of importance. If my commandment is too obvious — Thou shall not kill — I’ve squandered an incredible opportunity. Even if I declare something less obvious — Thou shall sleep eight hours per night — I’m not helping much since lack of information isn’t the reason you’re sleep deprived. So it is, really, with most matters: the challenge comes not in the form of missing information, but rather the difficulty of actually following through on what you already know you should do. Plus, I’m God-like (at least in this respect), so I ought to find something peculiarly wise.

THOU SHALL NOT DEMEAN THYSELF

FOR HAVING ATTENDED xxxxxxxxx

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People who claim, “I don’t care what others think” are either liars or psychopaths. For better or worse, status matters. People who claim, “I know exactly what I want for me” are either liars or live in an isolated cave. For all non-cave dwellers, the unending influence of people, adverts, media, art, etc. means it’s quite impossible to totally disentangle your unadulterated desires from socially-conditioned desires.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t partially disentangle the two. And even partial understanding meaningfully enhances self-awareness. Consider possessing zero self-awareness. Instead of having some idea about what you really want, you are solely guided by what society says you should want. All the times when your mysterious true desires fail to overlap with socially-conditioned ones, you may well “achieve” … and still be empty.  Because if you attain things the deep-down-unique-you didn’t truly covet, there’s a profound disconnect which shows remarkable concentricity with emptiness.

So we might as well try to get that partial understanding, right? Right. But how? Well, if you grew up in that cave, you would only have unadulterated desires. Of course this wasn’t your upbringing (thankfully), but we can extract a framework from the hypothetical: imagine what you would do if you couldn’t tell anyone what you did? It works both in your imagination and in practice. Like, go to a concert by yourself, snap zero pictures, and tell nobody you attended. Little dips into this practice can yield rapid insights. Oh shit, I don’t really like this band. Rather, I like being able to tell people I saw a band that’s considered “cool” which, by association, enhances my “coolness.” And, again, this may not be a bad thing! Status confers many benefits! But status doesn’t mean happiness, and so upgraded enlightenment can help better prioritize actions going forward. You may still rank, say, female attractiveness just as highly, but you’ll be doing so from a position of greater self-awareness where you can more confidently declare that I want this for me.