Talent vs Hard Work

 

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The surest route to financial success is well known. But since most people aren’t positioned to inherit great wealth, they must rely on less reliable expedients such as talent and hard work.

Talent is sexy, and it’s swell for getting noticed, and it’s generally easier on the practitioner than labor. Hard work is about learning the ropes, and building character, and git’n ‘er done. Talent goes into business with Nature. Hard work is a hostile takeover. Both have been used to amass fortunes, but neither needs to ask for directions to the bankruptcy court. For the young tycoon just setting out on the road to empire, it would be helpful to know which of those attributes offers the better return.

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 “Talent is unfair and undemocratic; it’s also inarguable.”  Tricia Tunstall

 

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“Motivation will almost always beat mere talent,.”  Norman Ralph Augustine

 

The talented say you can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear. They say they’re better by design, and that the cream always rises to the top. The diligent say good things happen to those who sweat, and that nothing worth having comes easy. No pain, no gain.

But then, they would say that, wouldn’t they? Fact is, dull and idle armchair philosophers have spent uncounted and unproductive years debating the relative merits of talent and hard work instead of actually trying to find out which one is better for getting ahead. Thanks to their consummate lack of useful effort, the question remains as fresh today as it was when Socrates first observed that “He is richest who is content with the least.”

In the United States, where anybody and their Super PAC can grow up to be President, the sympathetic favorite is hard work. The American storybook is filled with rags-to-riches accounts of our national character, the Self-made Man. On the other hand, there’s no denying that most – but by no means all – of the country’s most admired and best remunerated personalities in everything from cooking and crooning to fine art and football possess a talent for their craft. If the question has an answer, those persons talented in science must provide it.

A few years ago, a pair of Vanderbilt University researchers took a shot at the problem by tracking the educational and professional attainments of some 2,000 students, each of whom had been identified through standardized testing to be “gifted” at a young age. If that method sounds a little slanted toward the academically talented, it’s because the research model presumed that talent in any field, from physics to football, presupposes a certain mental alacrity. Since “working memory” capacity is the foundational element of intelligence as we understand it, they reasoned that those possessing the most of it would eventually rise the highest. Their findings were reported by professors David Hambrick and Elizabeth Meinz in the New York Times.

“Compared with the participants who were ‘only’ in the 99.1 percentile for intellectual ability at age 12, those who were in the 99.9 percentile – the profoundly gifted – were between three and five times more likely to go on to earn a doctorate, secure a patent, publish an article in a scientific journal or publish a literary work.”

In other words, even a relatively small edge in talent can translate into large gains down the road. Likewise, the Vanderbilt study cited their work with pianists, finding that “working memory” easily trumped practice when it came to sight-reading, the musician’s bread and butter.

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“I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.”  Albert Einstein

 

 

 

The “practice makes perfect” crowd will be pleased to know that there have also been scholarly studies sympathetic to their cause. Groundbreaking research by psychologist Anders Ericsson, for example, determined that it takes about 10,000 hours of practice, more or less, to become “expert” at something. “This applies most obviously to music and sports,” says productivity expert Laura Stack, “but it also extends to mundane activities like business skills, learning to write well, driving, even housework.” Lest we forget, little Tiger Woods played golf almost every day for 16 years before winning his first tournament at the age of 18, and Albert Einstein was lackluster student who rose to great intellectual heights quite late in life and with not much else to recommend him.

Merriam-Websters defines “talent” as a “natural aptitude or skill.” It defines an “expert” as a “person who has a comprehensive knowledge or skill in a particular area.” One needn’t be talented at language to see that the words share a great deal of meaning, and by Ericsson’s line of reasoning it’s easy to believe that 10,000 hours of hard work could effectively render a person “talented.” What’s more, additional studies suggest that people willing to invest the hard work and practice it takes to overcome a lack of natural aptitude emerge not only consummate in their field, but can, and frequently do, use that upward momentum to rise higher – and emerge richer – than their naturally talented counterparts. “We are told that talent creates its own opportunities,” observed American philosopher Eric Hoffer. “But it sometimes seems that intense desire creates not only its own opportunities, but its own talents.”

Fact is, all those parlor room pundits should stop setting talent and hard work at odds and come to realized that they’re actually natural allies. No amount of talent will make the lazy succeed, and the capacity for hard work may be the most valuable talent there is.

“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”  Stephen King

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A Tough Commute

PINE – Long after dark, a South Elk Creek Road resident called to complain of loud music emanating from the woods near their home. Following the lively beat some 25-yards through the forest, two sheriff’s deputies came upon a jeep parked in the creek with its nose pointing at the stars. “Yeah, I just slipped backwards,” explained the driver, seated nonchalantly behind the precariously tilted wheel. Nearly invisible beneath the stranded vehicle’s chassis, his only passenger was apparently attempting emergency repairs on a “broken 4-wheel-drive linkage.” While interviewing the driver, a highly-trained officer detected the three principal indicators of alcohol intoxication – bloodshot eyes, slurred speech, and an open bottle of Crown Royal in the back seat. After miserably failing creekside maneuvers, the high-living driver was arrested on suspicion of DUI. “I was just trying to get home,” he lamented.

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It ain’t EZ

The taxpayer – that’s someone who works for the federal government but doesn’t have to take the civil service examination.     ~Ronald Reagan

With spring more or less upon us, why so many furrowed brows in the grocery checkout line? With cottonwoods budding out beside every creek and pool, how come the nervous tics and hangdog expressions? Blame it on the season.

Tax season.

Between now and T-Day, those working stiffs who couldn’t or wouldn’t file early will be scrambling for advantage against an agency not known for either empathy or indulgence. Shoe boxes will be produced, illegible receipts sorted, hair pulled and sleep lost. This in spite of the fact that, thanks to a fortunate calendar glitch, taxpayers have two whole extra days to fret and stew before the ax falls at the witching hour on Apr. 17.

tax-manIt could be worse, of course. On average, Coloradans surrender about 10 percent of their daily bread to feed government’s hungry maw, ranking 30th among the various states. New Englanders, by contrast, pay upwards of 12 percent, with Maine and Vermont in a dead heat for dead last at 14 percent and 14.1 percent, respectively.

It could also be much better. In Alaska, which has no state income or sales tax, citizens must share a mere 6.6 percent of their substance with The Man, and every occupant of the Last Frontier gets a fat dividend check each year from the state’s oil-fed permanent fund.

But, whether you pay much or not-quite-as-much, pay you must, and getting square with the Internal Revenue Service has never been more bewildering than it is today. Consider that IRS regulations run to some 8,551,444 words, or more than 11 times the verbiage contained in the King James Bible. Small wonder, then, that, according to IRS statistics, the average taxpayer spends about 13 hours filling out the relatively benign Form 1040. Taken together, that’s about 5.8 billion hours, or roughly 662,000 years of otherwise productive labor.

Still, it’s not as if John and Jane Bloodstone have to navigate those treacherous waters unaided. For starters, the IRS employs well over 100,000 semi-helpful people who manage to answer a whopping 60 percent of the desperate phone calls they receive and dispense accurate information fully 75 percent of the time. Incredibly, some folks are unwilling to stake their financial futures on those odds, which helps explain why people like Evergreen resident Scott Schaus’s wife, Leslie, are among the nation’s most-harried professionals, these days.

IWantMore“She’s a certified public accountant, and right now she’s working 18 hours a day, 7 days a week,” smiles Scott, an electrical contractor. He’s smiling because, no matter how busy Leslie gets, he’ll never have to do his own taxes. That’s definitely something to smile about, but it doesn’t mean Scott remains unscarred by this cruelest of seasons. “When she’s swamped, my job is to run the kids around, do the shopping, cook the meals – pretty much everything else that has to be done – and still try to run my own business. It gets pretty busy, but it’s only for a month or so.”

But Leslie’s good office has its rewards, and not just the financial kind. By way of thanks to the mountain area’s valiant men and women in blue (pinstripe), the Evergreen Players are offering a buy one, get one free deal to all tax preparers. To qualify, they need only flash a business card and a completed Form 199EP with accompanying certified copy of their 2005 Schedule G proof-of-exhaustion affidavit. In triplicate.

Alas, not everyone can be married to a CPA, and that means spending 13 hours, give or take, alone with a calculator, a blizzard of sticky-notes and a throbbing headache. To make matters worse, some unscrupulous cyber-fiends have been exploiting the public distress by masquerading as the IRS and phishing online. According to a presumably legitimate e-mail from the agency’s Denver office, sham e-mails direct punch-drunk taxpayers to sham IRS websites where they’re asked to provide real personal information like social security numbers and bank account passwords.

monopolyGuy“Don’t be fooled by these shameless scam artists,” cautions dashing IRS chief Mark Everson, clearly outraged that a citizen’s honestly provided financial information would be used against them.

Such abuses bug Evergreen resident and information technology business owner Robb Lanier, too. In 1997, after paying his taxes in full and on time, Lanier got a bill from the IRS for $20,000 in late fees.

“I had all kinds of proof that my payment wasn’t late,” Lanier says. “I even had the cancelled check that they cashed before it was even due. I must have made dozens of calls to different people at the IRS, but as a private citizen, they wouldn’t respond to me at all and refused to hear me out. When they started charging interest on it, I finally had to get a lawyer and he was able to get it all straightened out, but I have to wonder how many people can’t afford a lawyer and wind up just paying money they don’t owe because they’re afraid of the IRS.”

Brrr! April can be a chilly season, regardless of the weather.

“My best advice,” Lanier says, “would be pay on time, keep excellent records, and don’t let even the smallest mistake ride. If you don’t stay on top of things, it could cause huge problems later.”

To learn more about today’s people-friendly Internal Revenue Service, visit www.irs.gov/faqs/index.html. To take your chances on the IRS helpline, call 800-829-1040

 

 Taxation with representation ain’t so hot either.     ~Gerald Barzan

What Women Want

The deputy dispatched to Kinney Creek Road at about 11 p.m. faced the unusual task of locating a car that was both missing and not missing. While the woman reporting the non-theft clearly did not have possession of her red Subaru Baja, she was certain that her head-strong boyfriend did. And while her boyfriend definitely didn’t have her permission to take the car, she believed he might be under the impression that he did. And though the absent Baja was due to be repossessed any time now, it wasn’t insured and she feared her sweetheart might get in trouble if pulled over. Long story slightly shorter, she wanted the car declared missing but not stolen, and wanted her boyfriend found but not arrested. Probably conflicted, the officer left the runaway Romeo several cell-phone messages before pronouncing the case both closed and not open.

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Say ‘Cheese’

desertCameraphoneWhen something is hard, we don’t do it much. When something’s easy, we do it much more. The question many social observers are asking is: How much is too much?

Not very long ago, taking pictures was hard. You’d spend several dollars on a roll of film which had to be hand-loaded into a cumbersome 35mm camera that you wore slung about your neck in the manner of a medieval penitent. When you’d burned through your scant 24 frames, you removed the film and drove it to the drug store, which made you wait days before charging you several more dollars to find out you had two dozen over-exposed photographs of your thumb. Okay, it wasn’t the trials of Job, but it was inconvenient enough, and expensive enough, that most folks gave a thought before tripping the shutter.

Amateur photography got a lot easier in the late 1990s as affordable digital cameras started pouring onto the market and unfocused pictures of thumbs started flooding the Internet. Point, shoot, download and post. And that lavish feast of cheap, easy and instantaneous imagery is increasing exponentially as the rise of the camera-phone gives a new species of over-sharer the ability to showcase their every mundane daily experience on a global stage. Hip cultural taxonomers have dubbed this pernicious creature the “phoneographer”, and evidence of its curious habits is piling up like guano in the Big Room at Carlsbad Caverns.

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According to industry number-crunchers, about 30,000 photographs are uploaded to Instagram every 60 seconds, which sounds like a lot until you consider the 240,000 photos (and about 100 hours of bandwidth-hungry HD video) that get posted on Facebook during the same minute. Add to that the relentless tide of off-center coffee-foam art, blurry windshield snaps and look-alike pet photos drowning the servers of photo-sharing sites like Flickr, Shutterfly and SmugMug with every tick of the clock and one begins to appreciate just how much there is to look at. Experts expect that about one trillion digital photographs will be taken in 2016, and that almost 80 percent of them will be taken with a camera phone.

It’s an irresistible temptation for statistically-engaged persons to contrive dramatic, if unlikely, real-world comparisons by which they can communicate the wonder they find in dry numbers with those of more representational turn of mind. A favorite device is the hypothetical laying of things end to end, in which scenario those trillion snaps, rendered as 4 x 6-inch prints and arranged in linear fashion, would stretch more than 200 million miles. Another popular gimmick is expressing numerical information in astronomical terms, by which we learn that 200 million miles is more than twice the distance between the earth and the sun.

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While only a fortunate few of those phoneographed wrought-iron lamp posts, dew-beaded daisies and Thanksgiving table-shots will ever find a mass audience, they all have to be kept somewhere. At the moment there are something like 3 trillion digital photographs in cyber-storage, and with the pace of phoneography increasing at a shade over 16 percent annually, the trove of trivial tableaus should break the 5 trillion mark sometime before the last drunken photo-bomb of New Year’s Eve, 2017.

And what’s wrong with that? Ones and zeroes are non-perishable and easy to pack, and folks who want to photographically commemorate their every encounter from sun-up to lights-out are certainly within their rights to do so. Still, some contend that the unrestrained spread of phoneography is choking out more beneficial strains of expression, and possibly even stifling the flower of human creativity.

Topping the list of the aggrieved are professional photographers. Stuart Jeffries of The Guardian quotes award-winning Mexican photographer Antonio Olmos thusly: “It’s really weird. Photography has never been so popular, but it’s getting destroyed. There have never been so many photographs taken, but photography is dying.”

Granted, there’ll likely always be an honorable place for the righteous photograph, the well-composed plate, the artful union of life and lens. But with an inexhaustible reservoir of dirt-cheap images on sites like Photobucket and 123rf at their fingertips, more and more individuals and publishers are satisfied to make do with the marginal amateur snap they can get for a song rather than purchasing the real deal at market price. If earning a living wage with a camera has never been easy, it’s fast becoming impossible.

Other digital critics are more concerned about the high sentimental price that cheap pictures can exact from the free-clicking phoneographer, a phenomenon psychologists have recently identified as the “photo-taking impairment effect.” Simply put, when we take a picture of something, we are less likely to remember it, and the more pictures we take the fewer memories we’ll have backing them up on our mental hard drives.

“When people rely on technology to remember for them,” psychologist Linda Henkel of Fairfield University in Connecticut tells The Guardian, “counting on the camera to record the event and thus not needing to attend to it fully themselves, it can have a negative impact on how well they remember their experiences.”

That’s a real shame, because at some point – probably sooner rather than later – your friends will get tired of looking at the pictures of your dream-trip to Paris and you’ll put them away and all you’ll have left are the snapshots of your own distracted recollection, grainy and indistinct because you saw most of the Eternal City on a 3 x 5-inch screen.

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“People taking photographs of their food in a restaurant instead of eating it,” Olmos laments. “People taking photographs of the Mona Lisa instead of looking at it. I think the iPhone is taking people away from their experiences.”

And just possibly robbing whatever dilute experiences remain of consequence. Lucinda Rosenfeld wrote all about it for the New York Times in a column titled “Many More Images, Much Less Meaning”

“With effort and cost excised from the equation, photos have become too plentiful,” contends Rosenfeld. “As more and more pictures are taken on smartphones, ‘shared’ on social media if at all, then lost to the cacophony of the digital universe, meaningful images have become too scarce. I can’t help wondering whether — with every digital image we casually take and delete from our iPhones or Androids — we’re stripping photography of its awesome powers to keep the past in our sights.”

Heavy stuff, but likely moot. The seductive genie of phoneography is out of the bottle and we’d best learn to live with it. Fact is, any number of pictures is probably too many if it obscures our view of genuine artistry, or dims cherished memory, or clouds meaningful experience. Perhaps the best way to defend ourselves against the digital onslaught is the simple way. The old way. The 35mm way.

Ask yourself:

Is this pic really necessary?

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