I don't know. It feels like I'm not really good at anything. I encounter my limit very quickly. I get bored very very easily. But I'm conscientious you know. I must be, I wouldn't be here otherwise.
I'm interested in too many things, perhaps. I like studying companies, really do. I read annual reports (you know who's the inspiration), study their strategies, marketing, advertising. I like strategies (Zhukov, Guderian, even Stalin, cool people you know). Hedge fund I'm interested (I followed Bill Ackman back then when he lost in Herbalife until recently when he made a big short, his comeback). I'm interested in auto-phosphorylation, especially the protein CamKII. They say it's related to long-term memory. I don't believe in IQ nor Evolution (recently I came across mathematical review of (macro)evolution; according to Berlinski, John von Neumann even laughed at Darwin). After all, isn't it the prediction was at odds with Cambrian explosion? I don't know if Jesus resurrected, but it seems so. (I find Geza Vemes' hypotheses unconvincing, and N. T. Wright's argument reasonable). What about inerrancy of the Bible? Bart Ehrman has good points, but I think he missed the point. I read Pushkin, Gogol, Bellow. I love music, sue me! But really from Bach, Tchaikovsky, Debussy to Rise Against, Tom Odell, One Direction.
You know, I failed at one thing big: the violin. I thought I could play like Oistrakh or Menuhin (back then I didn't really like Heifetz) but mastering Vieuxtemps, Wieniawski, or Ysaye was too damn hard. The instrument I've been playing for awhile (9 years or so). The journey I love, the result not really.
I admire those people: Steve Jobs, Westinghouse, JP Morgan. Wild my imagination, but I once thought (and sometimes still do) of revolutionizing the bank. I mean the idea of "The Bank", the system. Conspiracies surround the Rothschild family. Maybe true, after all who knows? But isn't it Goebbels who started this bully? Whatever. They're cool, you know. They ain't only rich (they really were, maybe still are). They see values. And I love people who see values; in the end "Beauty will save the world," proclaimed Dostoevsky. But seriously, their art collection even attracted Hitler. (He and Goering sorted for their own). Whereas the Medicis, they begotten Renaissance. (Literally, they gave birth to Rebirth). Among the proteges were Michelangelo, Botticelli, Brunelleschi. Ah speaking of that era, I like Bernini not Borromini. His Baldacchino is baroque, and his squares are theatrical but elegant. And about architecture, I love Waddesdon Manor. Shanghai Tower was half completed when I still admired One WTC. But Burj Khalifa is unique: it took the concept from the minaret of Great Mosque in Samarra. And the calligraphy of Persian mosques is stunning .
I even thought of becoming a tailor. One day open my haute couture on Saville Row. Well, apprenticeship in Italy didn't sound bad bfr corona. Cucinelli was my inspiration. They call him, "The Philosopher." And after all, Sexton wasn't a big name in the English school. But look he's now! Incredible. I love the lapels. Surely, the shoulders too made me pin them.
Alas, I feel like Herzog.