Don't you just love the smell and sound of Grand Prix in the morning?
Our annual high octane weekend has arrived once more. A time when people cruise the streets in their collectibles and flood downtown terrasses, and when the jet-set tourist cash flows for race-themed parties and bottles of Dom Perignon to spray on crowds in between pounds of lobster, caviar, steaks, and truffles.
Those who love it can't get enough, and those who don't have their reasons why not.
Wherever you land on that spectrum, times like this remind us that there's such thing as the paradox of hedonism around the pursuit of pleasure: Constant pleasure-seeking may not yield the most actual pleasure or happiness one can have in a lifetime, and consciously pursuing pleasure can actually interfere with experiencing it.

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Gilles Villeneuve wins the Canadian Grand Prix. October 8, 1978 (Archives de la Ville de Montréal)





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