Hi everyone, I’m doing something a little different this week and posting a Refinery29-inspired Money Diary for the past week. For those not familiar with Money Diaries, basically you detail your entire week and account for all of your spending. There are a few tropes of the genre I tried to stay true to: Everyone lists out what they eat and what groceries they buy (commenters are always curious), they also usually detail things like their skincare routines.

For something non-political. Four years ago I wrote this thread about dropping off our firstborn at college (he graduated in May). Now it’s time for the second one. Raising my kids, especially this young man, has been the most fantastic experience of my life. He is one of the wittiest, cleverest people I’ve ever known. He is both of his parents evolved. He is also steadfast and utterly immovable in his faith.

👋Hi, it’s Greg and Taylor. Welcome to our newsletter on how to make high-stakes professional and personal decisions in your 30s. Read time: 10 minutes The first week I met Greg, I was intimidated by his napkin math. Scott Galloway (our founder) had asked Greg to come to NYC to check out Section and the team. That week, Greg and I met for breakfast and he told me we needed to figure out if we could build a $100M/year business.

When I was in graduate school at Princeton in the 1980’s, Natalie Zemon Davis presented two chapters of her book Fictions in the Archive to the History Department’s weekly research seminar. It was a memorable moment. Here was one of the greatest historians of our time, having her book commented on in draft by colleagues such as Robert Darnton, Anthony Grafton, Lawrence Stone, Sean Wilentz, William Chester Jordan, Arno Mayer and Christine Stansell.

When I first arrived at Wesleyan University in 1979, I was disappointed that people there weren’t more interested in current music.  Punk and New Wave were happening.  College radio was becoming a thing.  There were tons of bands.  Every city had its own scene.  But people at Wesleyan were still listening to the Grateful Dead and blowing soap bubbles on the quad.  My sophomore year, a freshman kid from Washington DC arrived.