the trick is to get paid for just being you
to “turn a trick” is to be paid to be someone else’s “you”
adopting war terminology for sports (“bomb,” “shotgun,” “blitz,” “strikers,” “defense,” “offence,” “flanks,” “attack,” “sacking,” etc) turned war into sports
Now, those not fighting are said to be “on the sidelines.” As if there are teams. As if there are fans. What of those who want no tickets to begin with? Who would have the world just grill dinner and play tennis?
Nothing comes out of nowhere
But everything came from nothing
I don’t believe anyone I’ve ever spoken with on a helpline or a chat has used their real name
lol if ppl refuse to raise prices, there will be no inflation
history is arbitrary
the sole “historical context” is the present
the cold war weaponised fear and destabilisation
the now war weaponises loneliness and alienation
The downside, and upside, to globalisation is to turn Earth from a planet into an island
LOL the john is actually the whore. The John needs to pay to be themself, even though appearing to pay for escape
kinda how in the end ppl vote for who they’d rather lie to them
Allowing others to lie to us gives us air cover to lie to ourselves
lol in the future you’ll need birthright to bbq
just so strange how there’s still war when the world has the means to feed and house everyone
There’s no such thing as “living a lie.” You live your truth and only your truth, and enjoy or suffer the fallout, whatever your truth creates.
The phrase isn’t, “you’re living your lie.” It’s, “you’re living a lie.”
At the very least, if it was your lie, you’d have some agency
If there are lives “lived in lies,” then life itself is devalued
The “problem” today lol isn’t that everywhere there’s lies. It’s that everywhere lies truth
a week of scattered thoughts
Grass is a reflective, not euphoric drug. That’s why it was made illegal
Fwiw, nuclear power is a form of solar energy. Stars are just big AF reactors.
In a way, every nuclear plant on Earth is a man-made nano-star.
Nuclear bombs explode microscopic suns.
there’s only so many times you can say, “I’m being taken out of context,” until your actual context becomes questionable
Let’s pitch Name That Tune except you have to ID songs behind white noise at varying intensities – (vacuum cleaners, hvac, subway entering station, side of a highway, etc)
No Justice = No Peace also means No Injustice = No War.
That’s the real jam in the sandwich; that’s why we never get there.
A world that coddles war will never know justice
Just curious: When was the last time you used the phrase “super absorbent” in a conversation?
Lol that brain implant will need OS updates.
“Sorry, Westy, your neural network is a Late 2023 and will not support these sunglasses…”
Double-lol if neural implants run on open source code
“Here’s everything that happened,” is journalism.
“Here’s what you need to know,” is commentary.
All commentary is journalism, but not all journalism is commentary.
how long until you can place DraftKings bets on tomorrow’s google doodle?
most of what you see and hear across media is designed to create mythology, not history
Lol it’s World War “3” because “The Great War” (a.k.a. “The War To End All Wars”) was rechristened as “World War 1” after the U.S. entered what FDR termed “the Second World War.”
Like lol during the 2nd one, everyone agreed that, “Maybe we need to start counting these…”
Remember, Parking Enforcement Officers have nothing else to do. That’s what they do. Yelling at someone doing their job is the essence of pointlessness
One grand paradoxical irony is that if not for NATO staying together after the Cold War, Russia would be less threatening to most individual NATO members.…
It’s absurd that war is just “declared,” whereas peace requires “negotiation.”
Peace, for some reason, always requires a “process.”
Sometimes you have to “sue” for peace. Taking someone to court, in a way, makes you an aggressor, so, in a way, litigating the end of a war turns aggressors into defendants, and defenders into plaintiffs.
Once achieved, of course, peace becomes “fragile,” as though war is the default state.
Peace as rhetoric becomes defined as an absence of war.
War brings “fog.” Peace requires a “roadmap.”
For most of recorded human history, peace is the space between wars. Peace interrupts war.
“Resting in peace” means you’re dead. So, then, “resting in war” must mean you’re alive.
Peace is passive; war is active.
War’s seduction is erotic, from the network-news money-shot first-strike explosion, to the post-war economic “stimulation” (war is how to have your Keynes and eat it, too). For many a freewheeling government (democratic or otherwise), war solves way more political problems than it creates.
Not only does war eliminate “enemies,” it staves off (or pulls a country out of) recessions and depressions, advances technology at hyper-speed, and offers convenient good v. evil rhetoric to use as a cudgel to keep people on board with state-sanctioned violence.
As a cherry on top, war coddles despotic daydreams to burn enemy firehouses.
War abstracts the world beyond war. War commands your full attention, whether you’re in the middle of it or just rubbernecking on Twitter. War survives because the idea of it – a total and final way to get your way – is alluring enough to risk its destructive reality and wanton abandonment of one’s humanity.
Taking its cue from evolution of the fittest, war is the mosquito of human folly. It always ruins a good time, in the backyard, say, or at the beach, or by the pool.…
Words are my thread; music is my needle
I haven’t written too much on the internet in the last few years because I am afraid of what…
- …will be
This internal poll will be open for the rest of eternity, or until eternity runs out of time, power, or storage
To run out of storage is to run out of time. More storage means more memory, so more memories for your future feeds. The future opens ever wider with every cloud upgrade.
I had a colonoscopy yesterday. Lol if anesthesiologists didn’t exist.
To cede control of consciousness is the highest level of trust and faith.
Two other operations in my life required me to go unconscious: In 1987, I had all four wisdom teeth pulled, and in 2006, hip surgery saw an orthopedic surgeon remove a pelvic bone fragment that was shredding my right hip joint.
I didn’t know what to expect in 1987. Pretty sure the knockout drip was Demerol. I recall making it to 7 after being asked to countdown from 10, then waking up with chipmunk cheeks.
In 2006, the anesthesiologist for the hip surgery didn’t even bother to dare me to count down to zero. He just laughed, and said, “You’re under.” The last thing I saw, just off the inside of my right foot, was a winch with a big crank on top. Being pushed towards my foot. When I awoke in recovery, the surgeon handed me a sealed biohazard bag to let me see and feel, through the plastic, the bone fragment he extracted.
Those few seconds floating away under anesthesia, at the hypnogogic point of no return, where you’ve given away conscious hold on life, are terrifying in concept, but quite peaceful in execution. You are strapped in as the Space Mountain coaster climbs into darkness.…
I have quite a bit of fun losing tennis matches as long as I take a ton of risks
Lol to outlaw screenshotting is a subset of outlawing memory.
Every day, there are fewer and fewer tools for journalists to map political and social accountability, and for citizens to map journalistic accountability
“On the record” is meaningless in an age of constant re-issues and re-masters
Eventually context clicking (especially “save as…” or “delete” or “share”) will require two-factor authentication, and maybe even permission
One raging meta-battle now pits those who see everyone’s reality as parallel, against those who see everyone’s reality as intersecting
A corollary current meta-battle pits those who see reality as metaphor against those who see reality as material
A Brooklyn bus stop sign around the corner from me used to warn of impending arrivals and display estimated times to the next bus. It was eviscerated sometime last Spring, a victim of gutter-dining shed construction directly below. Walking underneath the compromised sign for almost a year, one wonders if no one notices the sign’s condition because no one ever used it? New Yorkers are infamous for not looking up as they city-walk up and down the avenues, so for sure a fair number of people passing by everyday wouldn’t even know.
The most curious (and perhaps dystopian) aspect of the sign is that it appears to still work. The LEDs inside continue to blink in patterns, and so one can assume the sign still communicates with an MTA CPU at headquarters. If the sign has no idea, however, how to explain to the network that it’s been flayed and rendered unusable to humans, a mainframe will ping it all day and believe it’s functioning fine.
Perhaps reality is metaphor and material all at once…
NYC’s been broke before, but now it’s broken
A society run on batteries is kinda non-biodegradable, yes?
In due course, billions of bricked iPhones will need to be shot into space
At some point, everything will be hand-cranked
lol the hand-cranked car was the future
Is half-baked… a moment of potential or decay?
No one ever says they’re “half-baked” as the drugs kick in. Understandable, since how do you ever know where 1/2way-high is?
Then again, no one ever says, “haha, I’m still half-baked,” as the drugs wear off on the way down, even though it’s probably a pretty identifiable moment
And only in retrospect, can you know the exact moment of your mid-life (i.e., “half-dead”).
On plug-in, “rechargeable” batteries are not reanimated, so much as repaired. The power that sustains a rechargable battery is also that which saps its life force. Every charge brings diminished capacity until a battery has no memory of itself as a power source
Rechargeable is a subset of disposable
Also LOL any battery plugged into a power system entices that system to draw power from the battery. So, rechargeable batteries have to work extra hard to draw and retain power from a system whose very goal, profitability, and existence depend upon electronic devices not retaining any power
I haven’t worn a graphic T-shirt since last September. It’s been solids, with the occasional stripe.
Walking Luna today, I saw three people sneeze into their masks. Is there some benefit to that that I don’t know?
All kids are a product of sex. But not every kid is a product of love. This does not imply the latter kids are unloved; only that they were conceived via unhealthy unions.
lol the true American political battle right now is between those who believe the country is a product of sex, and those who believe the United States is a product of love
Children as products of two people, in-love or otherwise, will be an outmoded concept when creating people is outsourced to efficient and innovative brands in the life-design space.…
lol on the internet, first drafts are final drafts
writing online is changing light fixtures in a house with no circuit breakers
all strains of a virus begin life as a variant.
Not all variants, however, become new strains
so it is with intelligence as with disease
all intelligence begins life as a thought exercise
not all thought exercises, however, become intelligence
The true epidemic of covid19 is to be overwhelmed by absolute certainty
Joe Rogan is a thought exercise in existential uncertainties, rendered in flesh
Canceling comedians is, in effect, an attempt to cancel laughter, and to shame those laughing.
Canceling teachers, however, is arguably more dangerous than attacking performers, because teachers’ end users are young adults under development. Just ask Stephen Kershnar, SUNY Fredonia Philosophy Professor .
Upstream, to cancel a teacher is to cancel learning; to cancel ways of thinking…
Would you rather a world without laughter, or a world without learning?
If nobody thinks, does anybody laugh?
If nobody laughs, does anybody learning?
Prof. Kershnar’s seminar comprised radical thought exercises, wherein a student wrestled with their conscience. The aim of undergraduate college is not to inculcate young adults with facts, but rather to define ethics and morality, in whatever discipline they pursue. Prof. Kershnar’s work was of the highest academic value.
Challenging yourself to believe and argue for something you would never morally believe or ethically act on, is a great way to find out what makes you you. And an almost foolproof way to deepen empathy and lessen cynicism. Academic settings are perhaps the safest and most productive places to engage in existential reflection.
Academic “freedom” is also to protect the most dangerous ideas, in order to scrutinize them
Imagine a dangerous virus laboratory, except instead of keeping smallpox in cold-storage, the lab stores and studies the complete range of human thoughts and ideas – from the most advancing to the most infernal…
That’s a university.
When we wrestle with our conscience, what is on the other side of that argument except that part of us that is built to dehumanize?…
a running list of useless phrases and rhetorical filler
I will say this…
I think that…
You know, it’s funny…
The funny thing is…
In my opinion…
Let me be clear…
Let me be perfectly clear…
Just so we’re clear…
I honestly think…
I believe that…
In my view…
I personally think…
I personally believe…
In my world…
In a perfect world…
I deeply believe…
I firmly believe…
My personal theory is…
If you want my take, I…
I’m no expert, but…
I don’t know about that, but…
I have an opinion that is probably controversial…
I don’t know him personally, but…
I’ve never been there, but…
I’ve never had to experience that, but…
I cannot emphasize enough…
It’s obvious that…
I’m pretty sure…
Here’s the thing…
I obviously think…
Truth be told,…
It goes without saying…
This is textbook ________ …
You know what I mean?
In my opinion
In my honest opinion…
In my humble opinion…
To tell you the truth…
In my mind…
For me in particular…
There’s no doubt in my mind…
…, in my estimation,…
If you’re asking ask me…
Know what I think?…
Part of me thinks…
The unthinkable just happened…
It stands to reason…
According to my understanding…
As i understand it…
According to what I’ve read…
These phrases, however, are absolved of the crime, because they’re fun. :^D
You know what?
The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference
Indifference, fwiw, is also the opposite of hate
From indifference’s POV, love and hate are, in effect, the same emotion. They converge in equivalent affect.
Objects of love and hate can feel equally asphyxiated, while sustained acts of hating or loving can require equal obsessive compulsion.
Upstream, love and hate are limitless, infinite emotions.
It is possible to love everything and everyone, as it is also possible to hate everything and everyone.
Including yourself, or even excepting yourself.
We need to resist the destructive notions that there is a fixed amount of love in the universe, that there are limits to loving, that every smile comes at the expense of someone else’s joy.
At the very least, let’s avoid fatalism.
Making plants taste like meat will not matter when people no longer know the tastes + textures of meat
Also, why did it end up “chicken fingers” and “fish sticks,” not “fish fingers” and “chicken sticks”?
only people with no self-worth believe there are worthless people
Still positive 6 days after first one. I guess it’s officially high quality Covid.
“Inspected By 01” again. They are one busy inspector, for sure.
“Certificate of Quality”
“Inspected by 01”
I’m an official breakthrough case. No Abott Binax tests anywhere in the neighborhood, but managed to score a few of these at random pharmacies in the blocks around my house. This FlowFlex test has a fortune cookie vibe, but the way I’ve felt in the last few days is no joke. We’ll lay low, and test again in a week to see exactly how “quality” my Covid is.
People with power in any system know that any human custom, behavior, or thought process can be eliminated in 3 generations.
Take human custom “X.”
“X” is outlawed during Gen 1.
Gen 1 becomes the last to experience “X.”
Gen 2 relies on the accounts of Gen 1 for their view of “X.”
Gen 1 says:
“X was overrated.”
“I don’t really miss X’ing at all.”
“Your mother and I X’ed, but that was another time.”
Gen 2 knows only the context of illegal or outmoded “X.”
Gen 3 never X’es or knows anyone firsthand who X’ed.
Most of Gen 3 is afraid of or apathetic to X. A few will try it, but X now always will be fringe.
Gen 1 completely dies off during Gen 3.
By the end of Gen 3, no one alive remembers life with X.
By Gen 4, X is a distant memory, relegated to blithe nostalgia, or designated with no resistance for outright erasure.
“I’m brighter than you stars!” New York City taunted, waving their walk signs, shaking their streetlights at Orion, the sole visible constellation that Fall night.
“Pfft,” said Rigel, Orion’s brightest star, “what are you, a hundred years old?”
“Shut up, I’m almost five!”
Fwiw, Capella, Vega, Sirius, and Deneb were also visible over the City the night of the story. They’re each close enough to us to eavesdrop. And close enough to each other to gossip about us behind our backs.
The moon, of course, has no choice but to hear our every word, always within earshot of our silliness.
Are we here, in the Milky Way, living in the suburbs? Or are we the Great Galactic City, and Capella’s our Great Neck?
On clear nights, Jupiter and Venus, and Saturn, on the darkest nights, also manage to pierce the city’s incandescent fluorescent din.
New York City was terraformed; it’s an invention - a dream made real and gone wrong all at once. There’s no way to build it without erasing most stars. The night sky here acts as more of a ceiling.
Here in NYC, there’s at-least cursory curiosity about the stars. There’s a real planetarium. And you just know there’s a radio telescope tucked away in some inaccessible corner of Staten Island, that some alien civilization, unable to secure a credit card, is using to steal Netflix for their planet.
Four or five years ago, my late neighbor, Ian, would take his then-middle school aged kids out on the block on clear-sky nights with a telescope, and stargaze together. The kids would call out stars, and passersby, now illuminated, would look up, strain to see, and take it on faith the telescope and the children were telling them the truth.
Most telescopes stay inside here, locked off at more horizontal angles in apartment windows, pointed (of course) at other apartments.…
Sometimes, lying is downright forgivable, even necessary.
Anonymity and pseudonymity, for example, are forms of lying. But in these cases, untruth protects the truth. The “lie” is IRL armor; shielding a true identity.
Everybody lies about what’s going on inside their heads.
“How are things?”
The initial question often feigns interest. The nicest ensuing answers can feign reality, or at least, obscure nastier truths, if needed. “I’m great” may be a lie, but it’s what the other person (hopefully) wants to believe is true. The remaining interaction’s tone is predicated by the answer.
You really only have 3 options with, “How are things?” So maybe it’s not the best example lol
“Not so good, actually.”
“Oh, you know.”
No truth is a lie, but all lies are true, in that they are always true to themselves.
“This statement is a lie,” is not a lie.
I’ve been deceived a few times. I’ve deceived others. If I’m lucky, maybe the ratio’s 1:1. We all learn to lie. We all learn to embellish. Most of it in service of living our mythology. Who doesn’t want to live the grandest vision of themselves?
Most of my friends are eyeball-deep in politics. That’s okay – they effect a lot of good. Some of them, though, overpay – and not just in time, money, influence, or etc. Their true price is to believe 1/2 the world is a lie. Or, at least, that half the world believes all the lies.
I understand why people would walk through life that way. There’s no greater salve to everyday chaos than to create right and wrong in every decision.
“What kind of milk, Westy?! What KIND?!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DECIDE NOW!!!!”…