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End Notes: The Week in Eric's Two Books

October 18, 2020

Welcome to End Notes, a (sometimes) weekly newsletter with curated reading recommendations and a recap of the new posts on E2B. Below you'll find high-quality stories and articles with long shelf-lives that rise above the rest of what I've read.

I just spent two weeks in northern Massachusetts steeping myself in the best season of the year: Fall. Crisp sunny days looking out on a backdrop of birch, maple and oak at the peak of their autumnal splendor...paired with nights of stuffing myself with apple cider donuts and locally brewed spirits. Not a bad combo to say the least.


The town I stayed in has a population of about ten thousand and they enjoy a network of fifteen individually named trails and conservation zones. I took a handful of photos while exploring that you can check out below and I highly encourage everyone to do some (socially distanced) leaf-peeping of their own.

Read well,
Eric

New Blog Posts on Eric's Two Books

Direct to Video Posts (Fall 2020)

Three quick points on cynical investing, individual anxiety, and how not everything that matters can be measured.

Photos: Northern Massachusetts (Fall 2020)

Photos from my recent trip to Massachusetts.

Stories Worth Sharing

The Sporting Beat

Crime and Punishment: The saga of Richie Parker
Sports Illustrated | Published June 24, 1996 | Long read
"Richie himself had insisted on his innocence at first, but eventually he pleaded guilty when the charges were lowered...So now Rosita's standing on the other side of Ellen's desk, holding a half-dozen full-back-page pictures of her son under screaming SEX FELON headlines, asking her what the world has come to that one rotten act by a 17-year-old could take on such monstrous proportions and why Seton Hall has just reneged on its promise of a scholarship for Richie as long as he didn't get a prison sentence...and it's only the beginning, because now the great American morality play is ready to hit the road, with actors and actresses all across the land raring to perform their roles, eager to savage or salvage the teenager from 110th Street in Manhattan--often knowing nothing more of him than his name....Sports, having somehow become the medium through which Americans derive their strongest sense of community, has become the stage where all the great moral issues have to be played out, often rough and ugly, right alongside the games."

Life Lessons

Different Kinds of Stupid
Morgan Housel | Published February 20, 2019 | Short read
"2. Underestimating the complexity of how past successes were gained in a way that makes you overestimate their repeatability. There’s a thing in biology called Dollo’s Law that says organisms can never re-evolve to a former state because the path that led to its former state was so complicated that the odds of retracing that exact path round to zero....Dollo’s Law affects investors and CEOs with a unique kind of stupid. There are things that, once lost, will likely never be regained, because the chain of events that created them in the first place can’t easily be replicated. If you realized how valuable those things are you’d be more careful about risking their loss."

Stuff You Didn't Know You Wanted to Know

Schools Are Deploying Massive Digital Surveillance Systems. The Results Are Alarming
EdWeek | Published May 30, 2019 | Medium read
"Hypothetically, students and families can opt out of using that technology. But doing so would make participating in the educational life of most schools exceedingly difficult. It’s just the way the world works now, said Gaggle CEO Jeff Patterson. “Privacy went out the window in the last five years,” he said. “We’re a part of that. For the good of society, for protecting kids.""

The Arts

The Second Bakery Attack (fiction)
Haruki Murakami | First published in August 1985 | Medium read
"Stretched out on the backseat, long and stiff as a dead fish, was a Remington automatic shotgun. Its shells rustled dryly in the pocket of my wife's windbreaker. We had two black ski masks in the glove compartment. Why my wife owned a shotgun, I had no idea. Or ski masks. Neither of us had ever skied. But she didn't explain and I didn't ask. Married life is weird, I felt."