One way I’ve changed since I was younger is that back then if I were reading something and I didn’t understand it, I just could not go on until I made sense of it. I mean, anything. Even in fields that I knew nothing about. In some ways, this benefited me as I learned a great deal with my pure stubbornness but it also held me back. There’s finite time in life. I don’t need to know everything, even if I were capable of such a thing.

Now when I run across something complex that I don’t understand, I try to grasp it, and then if I can’t I evaluate if I actually have any real need to comprehend it or deep interest in the topic and then if the answer to these questions is “no,” I just move on. Admittedly, this is not all that common, but just not bothering trying to understand everything in the world makes more time for those things that really matter and that can actually improve my life.

Little "Easter Egg" found in the EXE of an old 1992 DOS game… Looks like someone was rather unhappy with their job 🙂 pic.twitter.com/NOob0dECZo

— Michael D (@DarkStar_1337) August 26, 2018

Ha. Do not miss the days when some games were unplayable when you upgraded your machine due to CPU speed mismatch. You whippersnappers out there probably have no idea what I’m talking about, but that used to be a thing. A thing that bit monkey bum.

I am feeling those deadlifts today. I knew I would. At this soreness level, it means I won’t be able to go again till Tuesday or Wednesday, which is fine. The deadlift is very demanding. Even some world-class lifters only train it once or twice a week.

On cities and preferences.

If cities are your personal Hell, then even if on some intellectual level you know that other people can tolerate them, it becomes hard to fight for subjecting more and more people to hellish conditions.

If I had to live fulltime somewhere like NYC or San Francisco, I’d honestly rather be dead. And that is not an exaggeration for effect. I’d rather be deceased, gone from this earth, in the ground. Defunct.

Many people — about half, I’d guess — find cities of any type utter Abaddons and to them the liberal fantasia of tight-packed concrete highrise boxes sounds like the worst torture imaginable. Most libs can’t seem to understand this, but it’s still true. I know my preferences because I lived in Seattle for a year and a half and it was miserable. We never did anything or went anywhere because so much was difficult to get to (with a car or without) or otherwise too inexpensive, inaccessible, or just overcrowded.

If you want to make me live somewhere like NYC, just go on ahead and put me down and save your trouble.