Tim Ferriss is the author of The Four-Hour Workweek and The Four-Hour Body.
“If you have a fitness magazine, you can’t just write one issue, ‘Here are the rules!’ ... My job, conversely, is to make myself obsolete. The last thing I want to be is a guru, someone people come to for answers. I want to be the person people come to for better questions.”
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Agony, hallucinations, and canoes on the Yukon River.
Personalized medicine may one day deliver routine medical miracles. But it wasn’t ready in time for Stephanie Lee.
The poet died when he was hit by a car in 1965. Everything else about his demise is a mystery.
In Liberland, a small borderland between Serbia and Croatia, ‘‘government will be banned except for three things: security, legal stuff and diplomacy.’’
A physicist remembers working on the Manhattan Project.
Visiting with the Christian fighters defending Iraq’s Nineveh Plains.
A trip to learn about Myanmar’s traditional sport, chinlone, goes awry.
“Super tunnels” are a speciality of the Sinaloa drug cartel – and its leader, El Chapo.
European antitrust regulators just won’t leave Google alone.
On seaweed.
The future of India’s “good minority,” the Parsis.
The life of Adolf Tolkachev, Soviet dissident and CIA spy.
Beatrice White, the Toronto girl who won the city’s turn-of-the-century fly-swatting contest.
Ghost towns and nuclear waste sites are among what you find in the Nevada desert.
Visiting a semi-secret LGBTQ commune in the middle of Tennessee.
Two summers spent teaching and living in the hills of Tennessee.
On Finland, the country most afraid of Russia.
A reporter’s memories from a half-century of covering business.
A broke agent hustles on the extreme fringe of pro basketball.
On the front lines of a dating culture dominated by right and left swipes.
“Deep down, he wants to be Madonna.”
Pennsylvania is on the verge of saying yes.
The mysteries and dreams of life and rural living.
"I leaned back into my chair. I thought of the abandoned houses, of the wasteland I could no longer see from the window of the plane because we were too far up. It occurred to me that somewhere along the line I had to have chosen to nestle in that ruin, whether to perpetuate my wounds of abandonment, or to deal with them once and for all. Then I thought of cows pasturing in the fields alongside highways. Then my neighbor pointed out the page in the magazine he was laughing about."
Hanging out with a member of the paranoid, nativist extreme right-wing.
