I’ve been trying to de-billionaire my life lately. The strategy at the moment for spending money is:

Buy nothing, if possible. Then buy used, if I have to spend money. If I can’t buy used, then buy local. If I can’t buy local, then buy Canadian or Mexican.

I’m honestly just deeply interested in this guy every time I hear about him.

Not because I think he’s smart, on to something, or at all worthwhile though.

It’s just…. Kind of morbidly entertaining to watch a man spend so much time and money to deal with an obvious and incredible fear of death.

He’s going to die some day, and probably from one of these things he’s paying for to avoid dying. It’s Qin Shi Huang shit.

And, ya know what? There are some truly wonderful and interesting works of philosophy dealing with his exact problem, but our boy is too much of a tech bro to even consider that someone may have found a way to deal with the fear of death a few thousand years ago.

So, fuck it, burn that cash bud.

My head went to the exact same place.

Geez, NYT, how’s the boot taste?

Mr. Burton is a treasure.