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When he was a boy, Elon Musk became a nerd. It started the usual way. Small and socially awkward, he got beat up a lot. Once, a group of kids at his school in South Africa kicked him in the head so many times that his brother didn’t recognize him. This gruesome detail appears early on in Elon Musk, the new authorized biography by the journalist and author Walter Isaacson, and there are many others like it. The young Musk was incessantly bullied, above all by his “swaggering and manly” father, Errol, an electromechanical engineer with a predilection for zany side hustles. Most successful was his illegal emerald business, which involved smuggling the stones out of Zambia, getting them cut in South Africa, and selling them to jewelers overseas. Less successful was his attempt to cheat the local casino in Pretoria by manipulating a roulette wheel with microwave energy. “His career had many ups and downs,” Isaacson writes, and these shifting fortunes, coupled with Errol’s extravagant tastes—for a period, he drove a Rolls-Royce convertible—kept the family sliding between the upper and lower rungs of the middle class. Regardless, Errol always found time to terrorize his eldest son. He never tired of telling Elon how worthless he was.
I never did read Walter Isaacson's biography of Steve Jobs. Wiki. I had my world view / myth of Jobs and didn't want to have it altered.
The one guy I won't watch.
From another blog:
Flashback: Menwith Hill Station
A huge part of my life back in 2004 or thereabouts.
I did not know this site (the blog) existed. I happened to run across it when I did a "person's name" search. The individual for whom I was searching is completely off the grid and has been for as long as I've known him / her. There should be no way that individual could have gotten me to the linked site, but there you have it.
I had pretty much "forgotten" about MHS until I read Kim Wicken's book on Lexington, the racehorse.
Wow, I still have such great memories of MHS, Yorkshire, walking after midnight, the meteor showers, the soakings.
The walks were incredible. I really don't know to what I can compare Yorkshire with regard to walking.
I would do almost anything to return, but I won't give up Sophia.
Maybe when I'm ninety years old.
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