Derek Sivers
Derek Sivers posts from sive.rs
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- https://sive.rs/
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- sive.rs
- Language
- 🇬🇧 English
- last modified
- 2024-12-16 05:24
- last episode published
- 2024-12-11 00:00
- publication frequency
- 13.52 days
- Contributors
- Derek Sivers
- Author
- Derek Sivers
- Owner
- derek@sivers.org
- Managing editor
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- Number of Episodes
- 142
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Episodes
| Date | Title & Description | Contributors |
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| 2024-12-11 | This is a real question. I don’t know the answer and I’m curious. |
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| 2024-12-10 | I was 36, and had been living in Portland for two years. I saw an amazing house for sale — really amazing — stunning design, ideal location on the edge of the city, and its backyard was the start of a huge state park. I had a visceral reaction. |
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| 2024-12-06 | I’m going for the double meaning of “get me” that also means “understand me”. |
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| 2024-12-05 | According to statistics, I’m in the final third of my life. (I don’t expect to beat the odds, because I inherited a cancer-creating genetic disorder.) So maybe it’s the final quarter. |
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| 2024-11-26 | Because I was raised with no religion, I used to think they were all ridiculous. |
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| 2024-11-25 | My parents never mentioned God or any religion. Not necessarily atheist — nothing against. The subject just never came up. |
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| 2024-11-18 | Dismissing gives me a quick little lift. |
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| 2024-11-16 | Dubai was in my “Top 5 places where I NEVER want to go”. I heard it was commercialized hedonism, glorified overindulgence, pandering to millionaires and influencers — extravagance and opulence. Everything I hate. That’s why I had never gone there. |
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| 2024-11-15 | Tomorrow you have plans to go to an event with a friend. You made the plans a month ago. You ask your friend, “Do you still want to go?” |
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| 2024-11-12 | I used to live in a basement apartment, next to the trash room. Rats were often blocking my door, and I could hear them walking in the ceiling right above me as I slept. I hated them so much that I happily killed as many as I could, with no remorse. |
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